Observation Diary of a Blackened Girl and My Survival Guide

"......"

Is she still out there?

isn't it?real or fake?

Weird sound?What's the sound?

Lin Qian held his breath, trying his best to filter out the raging wind and rain outside the window.

No...

and many more...

suddenly!Lin Qian's ears caught a slight noise.

creak creak...

Crunchy voices echoed in the air.

It's like... the sound of a thin wire hooking into a keyhole.

Lin Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes focused on the door handle.

I don't know if it's a hallucination caused by too much stress or if it really is.

Lin Qian noticed that the door handle was shaking slightly.

ka ka ka ka ka ka ka ka ka ka...

The sound of a mechanical keyboard...

The font displayed on the document is slightly distorted.

[The doorknob is shaking, I'm not sure if what I've seen is true....]

[I'm not sure if there is anyone outside the door...]

【It all seems to be an illusion...】

[I suspect that I'm starting to have mental problems...it's not a good situation...]

The heavy rain outside the window continued, and water droplets of different sizes were splattered on the plastic bags with takeaways on the table.

The drops of water slowly slipped and flowed along the edge of the table to the corners, and finally dripped onto Lin Qian's slippers, which made him shiver.

Thunder bursts, and countless silver lights cut the [-]-square-meter hut into broken old photos.

Through the sound of the rain, Lin Qian... seems to still be able to hear the creaking sound.

Like a fingernail through a wall, a sharp object through glass.

Creepy, goosebumps all over the place.

How to do this?

Lin Qian's mind changed sharply.

In fact, there are not many choices, only a few.

As if aware of Lin Qian's inner thoughts, the words on the document increased again.

[The torrential rain outside the window is still continuing. It should be warm in May but it is as cold as winter. There seems to be a pair of slender hands holding the doorknob outside the door. my nerves...]

[The seemingly unbreakable iron door has not brought me any sense of security. Is all this really happening?Or... is it all my imagination? 】

[But all this tells me that things are not so simple, the voice is getting faster and faster, and I know that I have to make a choice...]

【Call the police?Or... hide under the bed and be an ostrich? 】

[I think the best choice is to open the door, invite the other party to sit at home, have a good chat, maybe another like-minded friend...]

[As an author who has been immersed in the dark and profound literature for many years, I feel that it is very necessary for me to choose the last option. I have a hunch that this will bring me a very immersive drama...]

[No, this will make me experience unparalleled happiness and give me unprecedented inspiration. 】

[I feel more and more that opening the door is the right choice, and I gave him a like. 】

Chapter 9 林~谦~

Snapped!

Lin Qian clicked the upper right corner without hesitation and closed the document.

This is what you think, not what I think!

What bad ideas are you giving...

Is this for me to give for nothing?

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, you are allowed to become an elite, even if you want to fool me into jumping into a fire pit? !

Lin Qian held the pogo stick in his hand again and touched the door.

The third time I put my head into the cat's eye...

"..."

"click~"

The door was opened.

It was opened from the inside, not someone broke in, but Lin Qian pushed the door open by himself.

Because this time, he still didn't see anyone in the cat's eyes.

Under the dual stimulation of curiosity and adrenaline, Lin Qian opened the door and decided to give it for nothing.

No, it was decided to see what the situation was.

There was a dead silence in the empty corridor, and the white lights flickered on and off.

Lin Qian hesitated for a while, then went into the room to get the key and left the room.

"Assume a premise first, Rinyin is a human being, and the following things must be based on the premise of human beings."

There are many things I have written, and some characters are not 'people'.

What's going on outside the door...

If I were to write... what would it be like?

Lin Qian stared at the ground, his eyes gradually calmed down, and the surprise on his face disappeared.

It may be that the atmosphere is too weird, and without knowing it, Lin Qian stepped into the writing mode with half a foot.

In this mode, Lin Qian's thinking and logic will become extraordinarily clear and organized, far exceeding that of ordinary people and him in normal mode.

After all, those things in Lishuku that cannot be explained by common sense were created by Lin Qian in the complete writing mode, and there is nothing extraordinary that cannot be written.

Similarly, the energy consumption is also very huge, and Lin Qian's manuscript fee is basically used for food.

"There are many neighbors. I live in 404. The people on this floor can be said to be my neighbors..."

"The rainstorm happened after I ordered takeout, it was about [-]:[-]..."

"Judging from the water stains on the packaging bag, the deliveryman was brought in under a heavy rain, and it rained before he arrived at the building..."

"There should be water stains or footprints left on the ground, it's just not dry in such a short time."

"so....."

Every author is a master of brain supplementation, and Lin Qian is no exception. Soon, a 3D animation appeared in his mind.

With the not-so-bright light of the voice-activated light, Lin Qian saw several rows of shallow water stains spread from the stairs.

Finally, it stopped at the door of 403.

403?

Lin Qian turned sideways, took a few steps and stood in front of 403's door, raising his hand.

An inexplicable impulse drove him to knock on the door.

"..."

"No, if you knock on the wrong door, you will be in trouble."

"Even if you knock right, knocking on the door of a young woman's house in the early morning is a perverted act in itself."

Lin Qian thought for a while, and finally gave up the idea of ​​knocking on the door.

My own behavior...to be honest, it's a bit embarrassing...

There is a perverted male protagonist in the novel.

You can't just look at people with tinted glasses and look at people like a pervert just because you're a writer of dark and crippling novels.

If you meet someone and treat others as perverts, you will not be able to survive in this society, and you will be tortured into a neuropathy.

Although there are a lot of coquettish things in the pen, but being able to write does not mean that you are.

Lin Qian, who can live by code words and support himself, is a normal person, except that his brain is a bit big, and he is a little crazy when he writes to let himself go, there is nothing different from ordinary people.

"Let's go back to sleep."

Lin Qian shook his head and gave up his plan to continue to struggle.

What's the use of worrying about these things when the stomach is still not full?Just unfounded worry.

At this moment, Lin Qian's body froze.

The half-turned head twisted back like a machine, and his eyes were fixed on the cat's eye on the 403 door.

"..."

This feeling...

Is someone looking at me inside? !

"click..."

"!!!"

A cold chill emerged from Lin Qian's feet, and ran straight to his forehead along the blood.

The door of 403 is about to open!