Freelance Artist

  Chapter 29 Human Chair

  Qin Yi had nothing to do on the second day of school. Lin Zhibai went to school in the morning to pick up some textbooks, and then the counselor organized everyone to run for class leadership.

  Lin Zhibai had no interest in the cadres on duty, so he did not participate in the election.

  In the end, Zhu Yating was the class monitor, the girl who came over to say hello to Lin Zhibai yesterday, and added friends to pull him into the freshman group.

  Nothing at school in the afternoon.

Lin Zhibai returned to Shuiyunju, thinking about whether to find a lawyer to draft an employment contract, but unexpectedly, Honghong said: "In order to protect the host's interests, the system can provide the host with a free employment contract template. All the contracts that are needed can be drawn up by the system.”

   "Contract ready?"

  Lin Zhibai asked unexpectedly: "What other functions of the system do I not know?"

  Crimson's voice was emotionless: "The specific functions need to be explored by yourself. If the host needs it, Scarlet can accompany you to play idiom Solitaire."

  Lin Zhibai: "..."

  In any case, Crimson provided convenience after all, and Lin Zhibai didn't need to find an additional lawyer.

   After exporting and printing the contract provided by the system, Lin Zhibai contacted Jiangcheng and asked the other party to come to his residence to sign the contract in the afternoon.

   As a result, Jiangcheng came at one o'clock in the afternoon.

   Nanny Aunt Liu opened the door and led Jiang Cheng into the living room.

  Lin Zhibai was looking at the contract provided by the system at the tea table in the living room.

  Looking up and seeing that Jiangcheng had arrived, Lin Zhibai said with a smile, "Come here and see if there is any problem with this employment contract. If there is no problem, let's sign it."

"OK."

  Jiang Cheng stepped forward to take the contract and read it carefully.

  Lin Zhibai poured a cup of tea for Jiang Cheng, and found that the other party was standing there reading the contract, subconsciously said: "Don't be restrained, sit down and read slowly."

   "Cough."

  Jiang Cheng looked at the chairs beside the tea table with a weird expression: "I just finished lunch, and I want to stand for a while to digest, the boss doesn't need to worry about it."

  Lin Zhibai was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and said with a smile:

"Please help yourself."

   After reading the contract, Jiang Cheng said to Lin Zhibai: "I have no problem."

  The contract is usually in duplicate. Lin Zhibai signed his own copy first, and then exchanged signatures with Jiang Cheng. After both parties signed their names, the contract will officially come into effect.

   Signed.

  Lin Zhibai pondered and said: "We may work together for a long time in the future. You are older than me. I will call you Brother Cheng in the future."

   "The boss is polite."

  Jiang Chengdao: "You can also call me Ah Cheng."

  I don’t know why, but Lin Zhibai felt that Brother Cheng still has the momentum, so he said, “Brother Cheng should have read my novel, right?”

   "Look."

  Jiangcheng hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't hold back, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "The boss's novel is very exciting. Although it is only a short story, it still makes me..."

  Jiangcheng couldn't find a suitable adjective for a while.

   It wasn't until he looked at the chair in front of him that he continued: "It made me cast a shadow on the chair."

   Finished speaking.

  Jiang Cheng finally sat down, but twisted his buttocks a few times, as if he was a bit uncomfortable.

   coughed again.

Jiang Cheng said: "According to the request of the boss, after I finished reading the novel in the morning, I submitted it to "Mysteries of Mystery and Suspense" under Nathan Bookstore. Next, we need to set up a studio. Boss, please come up with a name for the studio. .”

"Kunpeng."

"Kunpeng?"

   "Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day, soaring to 90,000 miles, why not call it Kunpeng Studio."

  Lin Zhibai spoke.

  This sentence comes from "Shang Li Yong", which was written by Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai when he was young in his previous life memory.

  Jiang Cheng was slightly taken aback. Is this a sentence he created himself?

What a "big roc rises with the same wind in one day and soars ninety thousand miles", my mysterious and young boss seems to have shown amazing talent inadvertently, just like the other party's movie called "The Chair in the World" "The novel inexplicably makes people tremble.

"good."

  Jiangcheng said with emotion: "The ancients loved Kun, and they often used Kunpeng as a metaphor for their aspirations. The boss has lofty ambitions. I hope I can share with you."

   Finished speaking.

  Jiang Cheng stood up and said, "Then I'll go through the office formalities first."

  Lin Zhibai smiled and said, "Then next time Brother Cheng comes over, should I replace the chair with a bench?"

  Jiang Cheng laughed and said: "It's not that bad, but I thought, the editor of Nathan's Bookstore probably needs to stand up to digest food today."

  …

  Two flowers bloom, each representing a branch.

  Nathan Bookstore publishes a monthly issue of "Mysteries of Mystery and Suspense", and the editors of the magazine usually decide which short stories to publish in the magazine early next month before the 20th.

  I just finished lunch at this time.

  Editor Pan Yi began to review the manuscript.

  The manuscript he is about to read is "The Chair in the World".

  People get sleepy after lunch, and Pan Yi is also a little groggy at the moment. He thinks about taking a lunch break after reviewing this manuscript.

  There is no special content at the beginning of the manuscript, just a brief account of the characters and scenes.

  【Every morning at ten o'clock, Jiazi watched her husband go to the government office to go to work...】

Um?

  Kako?

It’s like Chuzhou’s naming style, but it’s nothing to be surprised about. Blue Star’s novel creation background has always been based on whichever continent he wants to use. Although the cultures are different, the official languages ​​​​of each continent are the same. .

   Don't say that Pan Yi is used to it.

  Blue Star readers have long been accustomed to novels of various styles and backgrounds, and there is no problem with the sense of substitution.

  This is different from the earth.

  The cultures of various countries on the earth are very constrained and influenced by different languages, and it is very difficult for them to understand each other.

  Keep watching.

  【Jiazi is a beautiful female writer. She has become famous recently, even surpassing her husband who is an official. She receives several letters from strange admirers almost every day...]

  As the text gradually unfolds.

  Pan Yi outlined the story line in his mind:

  The main character, Kako, is a writer who always receives letters from various readers.

  However, Jiazi found that one of the letters from readers received today was a bit weird, the envelope was extra thick, like a manuscript?

   Of course this is also normal.

  Jiazi occasionally receives novel manuscripts sent without a note.

  Most of the content of this type of manuscript is long and dull, but she wanted to take a look at it, so she opened the envelope and took out the letter.

  As expected, it was a pile of manuscript paper bound into a volume, but for some reason, there was neither a title nor a signature on the manuscript paper, and the sender directly started with the address of "Madame".

  Jiazi was puzzled, but her eyes had scanned two or three lines down.

  Seeing this, Jiazi felt a vaguely terrifying premonition in her heart, and then she couldn't help being driven by curiosity, and she couldn't help reading down...

at the same time.

  Pan Yi, who was reviewing the manuscript, raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly felt a strange sense of substitution in his heart.

  Aren’t I reading this manuscript just like Kako in the novel?

  But what kind of letter content will make Jiazi feel a terrifying premonition in her heart?

  Pan Yi was aroused and continued to look down.

  The writer calls himself "I".

  【I am a born ugly man, Madam please keep this in mind. Otherwise, if you agree to my brazen request to meet me, and see my increasingly unbearable ugliness in a corrupt life when you are unprepared, it is impossible to guarantee that you will not overreact under extreme surprise. It was unbearable. 】

  It turns out that the letter writer is a chair maker who is good at making all kinds of chairs.

  He produces finished chairs that please even the most discerning clients!

   Therefore, he is highly valued by the boss, and he specially customizes high-end seats for some wealthy people in the upper class.

   Like devout artists.

  The chair maker feels that the chairs he has created are his "works of art".

  Every time a high-end custom-made chair is made, the chair maker will sit on it and experience it in person, imagining in his mind who will be sitting on this chair in the future—

   Will he be a noble gentleman?

   She will be a beautiful lady?

  These are unattainable figures in the mind of Chair Craftsman.

The homes of these big shots must be extravagant, with famous paintings on the walls, magnificent crystal lamps hanging from the ceiling, expensive carpets on the floor, and fragrant flowers blooming on the tables matching the chairs. Flowers...

  Chairmakers are often immersed in these imaginations.

  Sometimes he even imagined himself as the owner of those luxurious rooms.

But these are just imaginations after all. In reality, he is still an ugly bottom of the society, so he gradually got tired of this kind of life, and even had an extremely pessimistic thought: "It is better to die than live like an ant." Forget it."

   Coincidentally at that time.

  He has an order for a large leather armchair.

   It is said that these chairs will be sent to a restaurant run by a rich man in a certain city.

  He made a chair that met the client's requirements, and sat on it to start his wonderful fantasies.

  It's just that when he returned to reality, he was still at the bottom of society and suddenly felt a sense of emptiness, and then a devilish thought appeared in his mind——

  He's going to pack himself into a chair!

  …

   Go crazy!

  Editor Pan Yi was taken aback by the idea of ​​the chair maker!

   It is no exaggeration to say that he was really frightened by this horrible idea, how can a person fit into a chair! ?

  However, Pan Yi underestimated the hands-on ability of a chair maker, and even more underestimated the madness of a chair maker!

  The chair maker really started to act. He unpacked the most perfect chair and adjusted it skillfully.

   For example, in order to breathe and hear the sound outside, make an imperceptible gap in the corner of the leather;

   Next to the side of the backrest and the head position, a small storage shelf is set up, and a water bottle and dry food are stuffed into it, and a large rubber bag is also put into it for emergencies.

   In addition, the chair maker also spent a lot of work. As long as Zhang Luode has food, even if he stays in it for two or three days, it will never pose any threat to his life.

   After modification.

  In a sense, this chair is equivalent to a single room.

  Although it is cramped and dark, it can accommodate one person without any problem.

that's all.

  The chair maker really hid himself in the chair, or he has become a part of the chair.

   This is the human chair!

  After the order was handed over, the chairs hidden by the chair maker were transported to high-end restaurants.

  No one noticed anything unusual. Even if the workers who delivered the goods felt that the chair was very heavy, they only thought it was because the material of the chair was too high-grade.

  【Madame may have discovered that the primary purpose of my strange actions is to sneak out of the chair when no one is around, and wander around the restaurant to steal. 】

yes.

  Who would have thought that there are such absurd things in the world—

  There is a person hidden in the chair?

  In the dead of night, the chairmaker can freely enter and exit each room like a shadow. After causing a commotion, he only needs to escape back to the secret base in the chair, and watch everyone's stupid search operations with breathless concentration.

  Like a hermit crab.

  The hotel at night is the beach where he plays unscrupulously!

   During the day, he hides in the chair, so he can spy on the privacy of the guests in the dark.

  【That day I heard a heavy male snort approaching, and then a huge body landed on my lap and flicked it lightly two or three times. Through a thin layer of leather, my thighs and the man's strong buttocks are almost in perfect contact with each other. His broad shoulders rest squarely on my chest, his heavy palms overlapping mine through the leather armrest. Then he smoked the cigar, and a plump masculine scent wafted through the gaps in the leather. 】

  The chair maker narrates vividly in the letter!

  The strong sense of picture is almost overwhelming!

   Imagining this absurd, bizarre and horrifying scene, Pan Yi's scalp suddenly became tight, goose bumps appeared densely all over his body, and even the sleepiness in the afternoon disappeared instantly!

   And this story, which gradually began to be horrifying, continues.

  Perhaps because the desire to spy was satisfied, the chair maker gradually began to indulge in those tactile worlds.

  Men and women...

  Fat and thin...

  Old and young...

His skin touches countless people through the leather, the weight of the other person, the curve of the body, and even the slight movement of the buttocks; his ears can hear all kinds of voices and conversations, and feel their emotions, sorrows and joys personally. Regardless of the identities of these people in reality, how unattainable it was for the former chair maker!

certainly.

  Due to staying in a small space 24 hours a day, with arms bent and knees bent for a long time, the chair maker gradually felt paralyzed all over his body, and could not even stand upright completely.

   night.

  The chairmaker came out to move again, but he could only crawl like twisted maggots in the dark, going back and forth between the kitchen and the dressing room, but even though he endured such toil, he still refused to give up the mysterious world of touch.

   "Pervert! Too perverted!"

  Continuously imagining the scenes depicted in the text, Pan Yi's expression was slightly distorted due to shock, this chair maker is simply a psychopath, but his logic can be established, every psychological change is very subtle——

   Obviously, it has become like this!

  Pan Yi couldn't find where this character was distorted!

   In the darkest depths of his heart, Pan Yi even subconsciously imagined:

  If I was hiding in that chair, feeling the body of the beautiful girl and me tightly fitting together through a layer of skin, what kind of touch and body temperature would it be...

   "Hiss!"

  Pan Yi gasped, shook his head crazily and shook his head away from this thought, I'm not a pervert!

  The story is not over yet.

  The restaurant was later changed hands, and the chairs were auctioned off.

  The chair where the chairmaker was hiding was eventually bought by an official and shipped to his home.

  The wife of the official seems to like this chair very much. Whenever she is tired of writing, she will lie down on this chair to rest.

  Chairmaker described it in the letter as follows:

  【When she throws her body at me, I always try to catch her as gently as possible. When she was tired, I would quietly move my knees to adjust her posture. When she dozed off, I swayed my knees ever so slightly to cradle her, her scent was so lovely, her body so perfect! 】

   Time goes by.

   Maybe it's the loneliness in my heart?

   Deformed emotions are born.

   This chair maker fell in love with the hostess!

  【This is the first time in my life that I feel true love. Compared with this, many experiences in restaurants are nothing worth mentioning. The evidence is that, only for this mistress, I have never thought of anything before. I was not reconciled to being limited to just secretly caressing, and I tried every means to make her aware of my existence. 】

etc!

  The male host is an official, and the wife is a writer, who often writes in the study! ?

   Combining several key information, Pan Yi suddenly thought of the foreshadowing in the previous article, and felt that the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and the cold air almost shot up the spine!

   Shouldn't it be...

  Pan Yi's face turned pale.

  And the words that followed in my mind were as expected by Pan Yi——

The letter that Jiazi was reading was written by the perverted chair maker himself. The purpose of the other party to write this letter was to ask the hostess to meet him. In the end, he also said in the letter that he was waiting outside the gate. ! ?

   In other words:

  The chairmaker mentioned in the letter that the hostess he loves deeply is Jiazi who is sitting on the chair and reading this letter at the moment!

   Wow!

  Jiazi in the book suddenly stood up!

  Pan Yi outside the book also stood up suddenly!

   This horrific inversion almost made him unable to sit in the chair anymore!

   Thinking of Jiazi sitting on that chair and reading the letter just now, Pan Yi's ears were buzzing, and he hardly dared to think deeply. The chair maker had been hiding in Jiazi's house before, even in the chair under her!

   Jiazi rushed into the bedroom.

   She fled away from the desk with the disgusting armchair, feeling sick and dizzy.

   Check chairs?

   Jiazi is determined not to do such a horrible thing, even if there is no one inside, there must be food and his filth left!

   And at this moment.

  Jiazi's servant came in and delivered another letter.

  【Wrote the letter abruptly, but still looked at Haihan. I have always loved my teacher's works very much. The attached manuscript is my raw creation. It would be a great honor for the teacher to read it, give advice and criticize it. For some reason, the manuscript should be submitted before writing this letter. The teacher may have finished reading it. How do you feel? If my work can impress the teacher a little or two, I will be infinitely delighted. The manuscript is intentionally omitted and not written, but the title is scheduled to be named "The Chair in the World". 】

  The story ends here.

  Pan Yi's face gradually returned to color, and he sat back on the chair in a daze, but suddenly jumped up in less than half a second, as if there was someone hidden in the chair.

   "It turned out to be an oolong..."

It turns out that the so-called first letter is actually just a novel created from the first-person perspective, and the second is the real letter. The reversal of the ending is undoubtedly very exciting when analyzed from the perspective of creative art and story structure. It's like a row of buttons, and finally all the buttons are perfectly fastened.

   It's just that Pan Yi has completely entered Jiazi's perspective just now, so he, who is also reading the novel, still has lingering fears about the chair.

   God creative!

  God reverses!

  Writing a novel in a novel makes readers feel confused and confused, and can’t tell the difference between a novel and a letter...

  Although he didn't dare to sit back in his chair, Pan Yi was still shocked by the exquisite design of this novel. Let's look at the contributor's signature:

   "Never sleep?"

  Looks like a rookie writer?

  Pan Yi took a deep breath, but before he could breathe out, he suddenly thought of something, his face changed again, his body leaned forward slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the front of the manuscript—

  Is this really just an oolong?

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