The Witch

Chapter 8

Although Mr. Tyrant’s routine is old, it is indeed useful. Wu Miaomiao did not refuse to listen to the results, and happily responded: “Then I will absorb it once a week.”

Once a week, that means I can only sleep peacefully for four days a month?

Ji Lang, who suffers from sleeplessness all the time, is on the verge of collapse. He never doubted that he would eventually break out of control and become completely neurotic. Just like those masters in the metaphysical world said, once you lose control completely, the whole world will be in danger. He has always felt that he is superfluous to this world, working hard to be guarded by everyone, and sinking completely will endanger the world.

But he worked hard until now, not to save the world, but to simply dislike himself after losing control.

That night last night was so wonderful, it was something he had never experienced before, making him feel that what he asked for in life was nothing but a peaceful sleep, even if there were only four days a month.

Thinking of this, he decided to be more patient with Wu Miaomiao.

“I’m going to start work. Are you staying here or going out to buy more things?” Ji Lang pulled out a smile.

“I’m staying here.” Naturally, the top priority is to cultivate more affection with the future, buy things, as long as there is money in the phone, where can not buy.

Ji Lang frowned subconsciously. He was not used to someone staying in a room with him for a long time. After thinking for a while, he said, “Then you want to go downstairs to read novels for a while?”

“Fiction?”

“Well, what I wrote, do you want to read it?” Ji Lang asked.

“Yes.” Wu Miaomiao’s eyes lit up, and he couldn’t imagine that the future mate would be quite talented.

“I will take you down.”

Ji Lang brought Wu Miaomiao downstairs, and when he passed the office area, he suddenly stopped, and two voices unexpectedly sounded in his mind.

“The boss is so young, I don’t know if she’s an adult?”

“If you call Xiang Gong, the boss is really fun.”

Ji Lang frowned, his gaze fell on the three employees working at the desk, and then the voice in his mind disappeared. Of these two voices, one is easy to see, and the other is Shan Junyi’s. The two of them weren’t sleeping, nor did they resonate in their dreams. Why would they hear what they were thinking in their hearts?

Could it be that my abilities have evolved again?

Ji Lang is a nightmare, and the ability of nightmare is based on the existence of dreams, which means that he can enter people’s dreams only when people dream after they fall asleep. This ability is also changing with Ji Lang’s growth. For example, if he has been to someone’s dream within three days, then he will meet this person in reality again, and the things that person’s mind thinks are again If it happens to be related to this matter, it will resonate in the dream. In this case, even if the other party is not asleep, Ji Lang can still hear the thoughts in the other party’s mind.

But he had never been in Yiguan and Shan Junyi’s dreams, how could he suddenly hear their thoughts?

“Miangong, Miangong?!”

“Huh? What’s the matter?” Ji Lang returned to his senses, seeing Wu Miaomiao pulling his sleeve with his hand.

“Why are you standing still?” Wu Miaomiao asked.

“It’s okay, go here.” Ji Lang calmed down and walked to the bookshelf in the corner of the studio with Wu Miaomiao.

For ordinary writers, after a novel is finished, they must find new inspiration to write, and after writing a lot of books, they need to recuperate and find new inspiration again. But Ji Lang didn’t have this trouble at all. The darkness and nightmares of the human world were so complex and unimaginable that he wrote one after another, almost as long as he kept the story going.

Later, he gradually gained the ability to control himself. Only when he lost control would he enter a nightmare, and the number of novels gradually decreased. But even so, there are seven or eight books a year. As a result, after many years, various countries and various fonts were published, and his novels were all over the bookshelf.

“Did you write this all by Xiang Gong?” Wu Miaomiao looked at the whole wall of books, shocked, this was more than she had read in her entire life.

“Yeah.” Ji Lang never felt that he had written many books, on the contrary, what he wrote was only a small part of his dreams.

“So many, I don’t know which one to start with. Does the Xiang Gong recommend it?” Wu Miaomiao asked.

recommend? Ji Lang looked at the row of bookshelves and didn’t know how to recommend it for a while. His books, serialized on the Internet are restricted to reading under the age of 18, dark, deep, and most of them reflect the ugly human nature. But Wu Miaomiao looked very clean.

After thinking about it, Ji Lang took a book that he had processed with art and gave Wu Miaomiao: “Look at this one.”

The protagonist of this story is actually a real human, but Ji Lang has a myth of what he has done, portraying a demon behind the owner, and writing it into a fantasy horror story.

Most modern people do not believe that there are real ghosts and gods in the world, so as long as a demon is added, the reader’s fear will be weakened a lot when reading a book.

“Good.” Wu Miaomiao took the book and couldn’t wait to open it.

Ji Lang still wants to say something, but when I think about it, Wu Miaomiao will know what kind of person she is sooner or later. From the book, she can still say that she is an artistic creation when she looks back, giving her a layer of fear for herself. weaken.

After thinking about it this way, Ji Lang did not stop, and went back to work in the office upstairs. After he left, Dong Yongyuan came over again very cleverly and gave a stack of snacks and tea before he went back to gossip with the other two.

“The lady boss is really reading the book written by the boss?” Shan Junyi asked impatiently.

“Well, and I still see “Night Demon”.” Dong Yongyuan said.

“Cruel. Just now I praised the boss for his cleverness and he was in love with the boss. Only a few minutes after this, he started to go horrible.” Yiguan’s hatred of iron is not steel, “Night Demon, no Is the pervert who signs a contract with the devil and specializes in kidnapping children? In that book, don’t describe the psychological process of the devil deceiving children too realistically. When I watched it, my hair was horrified.”

“Maybe the boss wants to show his talents in front of the boss?” Shan Junyi had a different idea.

“It’s quite talented, scary talent.” Yi Guan murmured. “You tell me, before I came here for an interview, I went to fortune-telling under the overpass. The fortune-telling master said that I was hard, so I dare Coming.”

“Your eight characters are really hard.” Dong Yongyuan echoed.

“Right.” Yiguan raised his head triumphantly.

“You’re so proud of it, is it a good thing to have a horoscope? In ancient times, people with horoscopes were basically orphans.” Shan Junyi said in a bad mood.

“I was originally an orphan.” Yi Guan didn’t care.

“…” The two looked at Yi Guan’s baby face, wondering whether they should continue to ridicule or express their sympathy for his sudden orphan identity.

Ji Lang’s book, because the subject matter is too sensitive, can only be published serially in the form of novels in China, but the film and television copyrights are not selling well. On the contrary, they are very popular abroad. His first book “Crime Notes” was bought by the neighboring stick country and won the best mystery film of the year.

However, after the TV came out, Ji Lang was not satisfied with some of the changes made by the editor. Since then, he has directly changed it into a script and sold it, and in the contract it requires the buyer not to change it without authorization.

A month ago, the studio sold a script, and the delivery time agreed with the other party was only these two days. But because his ability was out of control before, he was delayed for a full week without work. During this time, he had been working overtime and planned to complete the final proofreading today. So after working, no one came to remind him, and soon he forgot about Wu Miaomiao, and he didn’t think of people again until he completely revised the script.

By this time it was almost eight o’clock in the evening.

Ji Lang frowned, and he didn’t care about printing out the script, got up and walked downstairs.

“Boss.” Beifan was already awake at this time, working at the computer, and his mental state seemed unusually good.

“Well, what about the others?” Ji Lang asked.

“Brother Dong is off work, Xiaoguan and Junyi have also finished changing the script. The printout is here. I want to send it to you when my changes are finished.” Bei Fan explained briefly.

“Yeah.” Ji Lang didn’t listen very carefully, and walked towards the bookshelf, only to find that there was no one there anymore.

“Where is Wu Miaomiao?” Ji Lang frowned. Could it be that the girl was scared off by a novel?

“The lady boss went to buy you dinner, and I’ll be back soon.” Bei Fandao.

“Buy me?”

Maybe it’s the sweet sleep during the day. Bei Fan had a very good impression of Wu Miaomiao, and he kept complimenting: “Boss, although the proprietress looks small, she unexpectedly cares about people. When he got off work, Dong brother originally I wanted to go up to remind you. The lady boss said she couldn’t disturb your work, so she didn’t let her go. Later, Xiaoguan said that the glutinous rice chicken on the next street was so delicious that she had to wait in line for two hours a day to buy it. The lady boss ran away when she heard it. , Said I would buy it back and eat with you.”

I think she wants to eat it herself, she is eating in her dreams.

Ji Lang looked at his watch: “That’s almost time to come back.”

He just finished speaking, and there was the sound of “Da Da” footsteps at the door, and Wu Miaomiao ran in carrying two lunch boxes.

“Msang Gong, have you finished your work?” As soon as he entered the door, Wu Miaomiao saw Ji Lang.

“Well, did you buy food?”

“Yes, glutinous rice chicken, they said it’s very delicious. I bought two, let’s eat it quickly, I kept smelling it when we lined up, I was hungry.” Wu Miaomiao said, putting the glutinous rice chicken in her hand aside On his coffee table, the bag was torn open in two or three clicks.

“Hey, they forgot to put the chopsticks.” Wu Miaomiao found that there was no tableware in the bag.

“Take it back and eat it.” Now that the whole people are environmentally friendly, most of the takeaways don’t send tableware.

“Okay.” Fortunately, it’s not far from home. It shouldn’t be cold when you take it back. Wu Miaomiao picked up the torn glutinous rice chicken and gave it to Beifan, “I bought two, this one is for you. Eat quickly, it will be cold if you don’t eat it.”

“Boss, you are really a little angel.” Beifan was hungry just as she smelled it, but she didn’t feel embarrassed to say it. She was secretly using her mobile phone to order takeaways. Seeing Wu Miaomiao brought the glutinous rice chicken over, she was almost moved. cry. This glutinous rice chicken has to wait in line for two hours. They are delicious and they don’t have the energy to line up.

Leaving the studio, the two drove back to Huating Community, parked the car, Ji Lang asked Wu Miaomiao to wait at the door, and he was going to get a courier.

I took the courier out of the courier cabinet and walked halfway, suddenly a burning pain struck my right shoulder. Ji Lang snorted and heard a voice from behind before turning around.

“You nightmare, people in the sea market are panicking recently, but are you doing a ghost?”