Brother Ling, I was wrong!

Stretching, Maodou closed the laptop. Today's update has been completed, and his mind has gone blank.

As the only talented writer in the world, Maodou, whose pen name is Simao, started his first writing in his life when he was eight years old when he didn't know much about characters, and this writing took 20 years.

Twenty years ago, Maodou did not know that there was a thing called a computer in the world, and Internet literature was not popular at that time.So Maodou picks up the skirt of his mother who works in a magazine all day long, insisting that his mother open the back door for him to open a column in the magazine she edits, and publish his novels.

At first, Mama Mao did not agree with this. In her opinion, no matter how talented her son was, he was just a young lady who could not read a basket, and the things he wrote might not even be read by children.

But when Mao’s mother actually read Maodou’s thick book of stories written in pinyin, she was shocked—is this really written by her eight-year-old son? !

It is a story that begins in the prehistoric era, and the protagonist, Lu Xiaoer, is a tear left behind by the great god Pangu when he created the world.After experiencing the chaos at the beginning of the world, and meeting Nuwa Empress to create human beings, Lu Xiaoer gradually condensed his own consciousness and form, and became a hero in that chaotic era.

With the development of history, Lu Xiaoer's environment is also constantly changing, but he can always pass the test all the way, and create the brilliance of his own little man in different historical stages!

After only reading the first book, Mao's mother decisively agreed to publish her son's novel in the magazine.

Facts have proved that Mama Mao has a very unique vision. In that issue, the sales volume of their magazine was the sum of the past quarter. Many people rushed to buy this magazine, which has always been dominated by lyrical prose, for the serial novels written by Maodou.

After that, Maodou became an instant hit, and the sales of magazines featuring Mama Mao doubled several times.In addition to serialization, Maodou also published a book. This book, which was originally planned to exceed [-] million words, not only did not scare away the publishers, but was regarded by the publishers as a good opportunity to make money.

So, at the age when other children were still digging mud and fighting in groups, Maodou had already earned his first pot of gold in his life, and his family, which could only be considered well-to-do, instantly became a well-known local wealthy household.

In the past 20 years, Maodou has published a total of 7000 million novels, with readers ranging from 80-year-olds to children who have just learned to read.Since last year, Maodou has tried to put novels on the Internet. Instead of letting those pirated articles fly all over the Internet, Maodou hopes to read the feedback of readers, which allows him to see readers' opinions on his works more intuitively.

Shivering, Maodou couldn't help pulling the blanket covering his body.It is clear that April has begun to warm up, but Maodou feels that the house is getting colder and colder. Even if the air conditioner is turned on to [-] degrees, he will still shiver with cold.

After graduating from university, Maodou bought a small but elegant and quiet villa in the suburbs of his hometown. Here, he can stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world and have more creative inspiration.

Although Mao's parents and Mao's mother felt that it was inappropriate for their son to stay at home like this, in order to support his son's writing, the old couple had no choice but to acquiesce.Except for Mama Mao who would occasionally come over to help her son clean up, the food delivery staff who stepped into Maodou's villa most often were probably the ones nearby.

"Ding dong!" The doorbell rang, and Maodou shook the long hair that hadn't been cut for two months, and wobbled to open the door.

As for Maodou, he really looks good. If you ignore the glasses that cover most of his face, you can go directly to the beauty pageant.When he was in college, he was a man of the school, but now he lives in a remote villa, Mao Dou is still the male god in the eyes of all the delivery staff in nearby restaurants.

Opening the door, Maodou was stunned.Standing outside the door was an old man in his eighties with white eyebrows and beard. If he ignored the takeaway bowl of rice in his hand, Maodou would have thought he saw a fairy.

"Uh, old man, you..." Maodou's hand who wanted to pick up the takeaway stopped abruptly in mid-air, because he really couldn't imagine that there was such an old takeaway waiter in the snack bar he frequented.In fact, at this age, no restaurant would dare to hire him.

"You are Simao?" The old man smiled slightly, but the twinkle in his old eyes was hard to ignore.

"I, I am!" Maodou took a step back subconsciously. He has also met many crazy fans over the years. Could this old man be one of them?It’s not good to say that the audience of this novel is too wide, the age span of crazy fans is too large, Maodou, who is often harassed, said that the pressure is great!

When you meet a young crazy fan, just push him away, but how do you deal with this old man in front of you?Maodou was really afraid that if he pushed, he would have to go to the police station.

"Simao, I can't see the end, I'm so lonely!" The old man's smile gradually distorted, and the moment Maodou's eyes widened, the old man turned into a monster with distorted facial features.

"Ghost!" With a scream, Maodou swiftly closed the door.His back was firmly pressed against the door, and the sweat dripped from Maodou's head.

This kind of scene has been encountered frequently since he was in college, sometimes in the quiet campus at night, sometimes in noisy bars.During his junior year, two student suicides occurred in the school one after another, so Maodou would have nightmares every day during those six months. In the dream, two bloody students surrounded him and asked about the final ending of the novel...

After years of summarizing, Maodou found that these things appeared without any regularity, and the only thing that could be confirmed was that they would not come out to make trouble in broad daylight.Fortunately, he still has some private time, so he can write safely.

No matter how many encounters, Maodou still can't keep calm.He bought piles of amulets, and the magic weapon for suppressing ghosts was weighed by the catty. Maodou had tried all the methods he could think of, but the Piao Piao who pestered him still seemed unwilling to give up.

For them, not being able to see the ending of the novel has become the deepest obsession in this life. Unless the wish is fulfilled, Maodou will not want to get rid of them.

"Ding dong!" The crisp doorbell rang again, and Maodou, who was squatting on the ground, trembled.

To say that the ghosts behind him are really evil, they can appear in front of him anytime and anywhere, but these guys always like to stage encounters or change costumes, as if to scare Maodou when he is unprepared A jump will make the souls behind it very satisfied.

"Mr. Mao, are you there? I'm delivering food, and your food has arrived!" The delivery man who rang the doorbell for a long time and didn't get a response yelled loudly. Let the edamame open the door.

Hearing the familiar voice, Maodou's tense nerves gradually relaxed. It seemed that the person who came back was a real delivery man, and his dinner finally arrived.

Poke the tomato and egg rice bowl with more quantity and no price increase, and the edamame has no appetite at all.He always felt that if this went on like this, even he himself would not be able to survive the day when the ending would come out.

The chandelier in the living room flickered a few times, and the hairs on Maodou's back stood on end.Although he hasn't encountered the spirit behind this way of appearance, it is said that the more vicious things always like to make some noise before they come out, so as to show their boundless magic power!

Trembling and shaking his head and looking around, Maodou recited the names of the gods and Buddhas he knew. These great gods in their busy schedules never cared about the begging of this little man, but Maodou still hoped that they would appear and bless him at this moment. Don't let him be eaten by the evil spirits who are about to show up.

After flickering stronger than flickering, the light in the living room finally went out.In the darkness, Maodou squeezed himself into a small ball, closed his eyes and huddled in the corner of the sofa, praying that the evil spirit was night-blind, so he couldn't see him and couldn't see him!

After 10 minutes passed, Maodou, who hadn't heard any strange sounds, relaxed a little.Opening his big eyes a little, Maodou tentatively looked at the surrounding environment, and at the same time held the last sliver of luck in his heart—maybe it was because the chandelier was used for too long and the bulb was scrapped!

Faintly, Maodou felt that there seemed to be a luminous body not far from him, but his glasses had long since disappeared during the series of tossing just now, no matter how much he winked now, he still couldn't see what the luminous body was.

I don't know which string in his brain was broken, but Maodou stretched out his right hand to touch the thing.

Well, it's cool and hard, here seems to be ears, here are eyes, here are hair...

Maodou, who finally realized that there was an extra person in the living room, screamed and passed out as soon as he rolled his eyes—his villa has top-notch anti-theft measures, and no thieves and robbers can get in.The one who was able to sneak into his house in the dark, and glow all over... is really an evil spirit! ! !

……

When Maodou woke up again, it was already dawn, and Maodou, who had spent the night on the sofa, jumped off the sofa to stretch her muscles, regardless of the sequelae of the fright last night.Even with the air conditioner turned on, the living room was still very cold at night. Maodou didn't want to get sick, because once his body weakened, those guys who liked to harass him would come out to make trouble even more.

While moving, Maodou felt a sense of disobedience.After thinking for a long time, Maodou realized the problem - he obviously didn't wear glasses, why was the things in front of Mao so clear? !

Looking around the living room, Maodou almost knelt down—it doesn't matter if his body changes abnormally, who can tell him who is the man in the black windbreaker sitting on the small bar near the kitchen? !

Could it be that evil spirits can appear in broad daylight? !

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