Bizarre beater

"Two-dimensional and reality..." Pausing for a while, seemed to realize that there was something wrong with his metaphor, Party B Yunhe changed his words, "If you act like a ghost and a demon in an upright manner, then of course there is nothing to be afraid of..."

"Don't you think this kind of creature that loses self-thinking, has extreme emotions, and can't love itself is too scary?"

He doesn't hate ghosts whose appearance is contrary to cognition - there are too many ugly things drawn when painting, and he has to force himself to see why they are ugly.

He is just afraid of "weirdness", of abnormal emotions beyond human nature.

The reason why weirdness is weird is that they are beyond people's cognition of reality but are strangely real, and they happily want to pull people into their own world.

Holding a butcher's knife and chasing the murdered ghost, he thought it was OK, it was in line with biological habits, and it was not a big problem.

If the other party smiled at someone, then suddenly stabbed himself, grabbed the ankle with a bloody hand, and poured out his feelings intoxicatedly, he would be very scared.

He was especially afraid of things like possessing a curse, making people unable to control their behavior and movements, and watching things develop in a bad direction.

After seeing those things and being led to think about "what happened and why did it become like this", the fear builds up.

Especially in the current fantasy worldview, there are all kinds of monsters and ghosts, and even self-consolation seems reluctant.

"Theoretically speaking, these things are the divergence of the author's thinking based on reality, with the purpose of evoking panic associations in people's hearts, such as..."

Mr. Neighbor, who was considerate and kind in the past, seems to be particularly ignorant of people's hearts at the moment. He actually analyzed the core of the horror story in an academic and plain tone, and gave many examples.

Connect with reality, interpret prototypes, reproduce the psychological activities of characters and ghosts, and answer motivations, from shallow to deep, progressively.

It was so well spoken that the only listener dared not close his eyes.

The beautiful young man's face turned pale, his pupils were dilated, and it seemed that his soul was about to be frightened away.

Mr. Tosi, who was happy about this, was stunned for a moment on the surface, as if he had just realized his abnormality, and said in an apologetic tone: "I said this in the hope that you can understand the principles of these and reduce your fear of the unknown."

Party B Yunhe couldn't force a smile, so he could only say dryly, "It's my problem."

It was he who couldn't control his imagination and began to be suspicious of his surroundings.

Fyodor poured him a glass of water, and he took it, held it in his hand and lowered his head to take a sip, feeling refreshed by the cold water.

But the chill from throat to stomach made him uncomfortable, so he put the glass on the table again.

"It's getting late, you..."

Not wanting to go back to sleep alone, he quickly said, "I'm not sleepy yet, we can talk about something else."

It would be a lie to say that you are not sleepy.

In the past, when 996 worked overtime, he was very energetic every night. Now that his working hours have been reduced, he loves to sleep a lot.

He was able to stay up until now (after four o'clock in the morning) because he took a long nap.

Mr. Neighbor looked at his big eyes that were getting harder and harder to open, and didn't expose it. Instead, he played soft and low-pitched music and chatted with him about other topics.

Within half an hour the man fell asleep.

Still having nightmares.

Fyodor specially moved a chair and sat a little closer to admire his pale face and the pained expression of struggling but unable to wake up.

It's probably because people will unconsciously wear filters for the strong, thinking that they won't be afraid of things that ordinary people would be afraid of, and they won't care about things that ordinary people will care about.

He hadn't considered the situation either.

But in fact, among all the strong men he knows, Party B Yunhe is a clear stream.

Obsessed with work, but perfunctory, keen on wages, but lazy in pursuit of money rights.Lack of aggressiveness, most of the time he will be kind to others, but his heart is very cold.

Therefore, it is extremely difficult to control.

This look of being afraid of ghosts is really much cuter than usual.

The "Ghost Talk Project" will continue for a long time, and he can torture the other party for a long time.

As those people imitate, communicate, and spread the ghost stories about rules, the content of the ghost stories will become more and more curious, more terrifying, and...more and more real.

Those people think that they are entertaining and creating, but in fact all the written content is included in the mother book, and the particularly "valuable" content will also be projected into reality.

The circulation of "Collection of Strange Tales of Rules" is 100 million copies, and he is looking forward to the final result.

The act of the sleeping person suddenly holding his wrist interrupted his thoughts. He saw the other person's eyes closed tightly, and the cold sweat on his forehead condensed into water droplets, which wet his temples and slid down his smooth skin.

It seemed that he would wake up in the next moment, but he only waited for a while until the other party grabbed his hand harder.

Like a drowning person clinging desperately to a tree trunk when a flood comes.

The other party quickly confirmed his conjecture and tugged him with astonishing force. He had expected it a long time ago, and no one was tugged (according to observation, when this person is unconscious, his physical fitness is no different from that of ordinary people).

Party B Yunhe felt that he was having a nightmare.

But he still couldn't remain indifferent to the group of zombies who were persistently chasing him.

With sunny positive and friendly smiles on their rotten faces, they invited him to their feast, and his kind was tied to the rack for cooking, but he himself was regarded by them as a kind.

At first he was lying in an open coffin, and these zombies carried him away with drums and gongs.

After he fled, he still made a hoarse and strange sound from his throat, as if wondering why he didn't want to be "welcome" so warmly by them.

He ran desperately, but those guys followed him like a shadow, and even more and more.

Finally, he ran into the dense forest, where the fog was filled with strange trees, blocking the steps of those not-so-smart guys.

He took the opportunity to find a big tree, grabbed the vines on the tree and tried to climb.

In the dream, he was so useless, he pulled the vine hard, but he couldn't pull it down at all, so he had to hold the end even harder, and climbed up as soon as he closed his eyes.

This time it went unexpectedly well.

He threw himself into the arms of the big tree, watching the group of zombies babbling and screaming underneath.

In the end, before he could be happy, he saw that they took out their axes from nowhere and slashed at the tree trunk. He was so frightened that he hugged the tree even tighter, but he didn't dare to do other actions at all.

Fyodor looked down at the exposed skin of the person in his arms due to excessive movements, and didn't understand why things had developed like this, but he still managed to pull out a hand and pulled up the collar of the person who was gradually slipping.

However, this can't cover up the terrible situation - the young man wrapped his arms around his arms and hugged his back tightly, his slender legs curled up, barely squeezed into the gap of the chair, and his whole body was stuck to him Tight, as long as he moved a little, he could feel something soft brushing against his neck.

The single chair finally made a sound of being overwhelmed. Before it fell down, Mr. Toth finally stood up holding the person, intending to throw the person back on the sofa.

It was very difficult to pull a human-shaped jelly candy with a strong subconscious mind from him. He accidentally fell on the sofa with the other party.

This time, he was under it. The good news is that he was not injured, but the bad news is that the other party woke up.

In the dream, Party B Yunhe looked desperately at the thick tree trunk being cut to pieces. The tree he was holding shook twice and fell unstoppably.

He fell together and finally woke up.

Then I wish I hadn't woken up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a jade-colored neck kissed by him.Trying to pull up his hands to support his body, he found that his arms were wrapped around the person and was still being pressed. He tried to bend his knees to sit up, but found that his legs were wrapped around his waist, and he pulled his hair when he tried to raise his head.

Oops, too bad.

Party B Yunhe closed his eyes fiercely, and when he opened them again, he found that the situation had not improved.

Then just face reality.

He pulled out his hand first, pulled out his hair indiscriminately, sat up awkwardly, looked at the person with a guilty conscience and said, "I hope my sleepwalking behavior didn't scare you."

He usually doesn't have this kind of problem, but today he was really frightened.

Mr. Neighbor did not forgive him as easily as before, but looked at him with his lips pursed without saying a word.

The eyes are sober and cold.

Although he rubbed people's necks reddishly, and his clothes were a little messy, he only added a bit of untimely glamour, without compromising the nobility, on the painting scroll with profound artistic conception.

A wise man doesn't fall in love...that's the fascinating and frustrating thing about such people.

At this moment, Party B, Yunhe, is very glad that he has chosen to "break up in love" a long time ago. As for the other party, this high-altitude flower... no, it can be called a saint, and he will never catch up in his life.

He throws himself into his arms to such an extent that others are indifferent.

Terribly cold and rational.

Maybe after discovering his mind, he will be put into the tool man seat.

An excellent widow king should give up directly when there is little hope.

Fyodor watched the man turn from shame to flushing with cold eyes, and gradually became more righteous, and began to argue that he had a nightmare just now, and he didn't mean to offend him.

He thought to himself that things were exactly as he expected.

The other party didn't realize how much he had gone too far, or in other words, he knew that he was too much, but he quickly forgave himself and didn't care about what happened.

I didn't realize how indecent it was to sit on a man in such disheveled clothes.

He must have never suffered a lot, and now he can only say some annoying words to get rid of responsibility.

After thinking that he made a sincere excuse and apology, Yun He embarrassedly tore his clothes under the cold gaze of the other party, and fell to the ground.

"I'm really sorry to disturb your rest. I'm going back to get ready for work now. You can take a nap and rest. I'll come back to cook at noon."

At this moment, the sky outside had already turned white, but it was far from time to go to work. He was just looking for an excuse to escape from the scene.

He even said humbly that he would come back to cook - he used to start fires only because he wanted to improve the food, and recently he only entered the kitchen when the ingredients were good and he had nothing to do.

However, Mr. Tosi, who seemed to be seriously offended, still didn't say to forgive him. He just sat up, tidied up his appearance slowly, and said rather coldly, "I'm going out for a few days."

Party B Yunhe said submissively: "Okay...then I'll go first, so I won't disturb you."

After he left, Fyodor, who is considered a saint, drank the cold water on the table and thought calmly: He has wasted too much time on this person, maybe keeping a distance can make his thinking clear again open.

At least let the other party understand that he is not so easy to fool.

Nor is it a well-meaning person.

The author has something to say:

Ah He: He is actually sitting still.

Mr. Tuo: He actually exposed it.