Chapter 661 Have you learned it?
But Jiang Cheng was obviously not ready to let him go, "Do you know why no one reads your book?"
The writer was stunned and hesitantly asked: "Why? Why?”
“Your story is actually not yet Wrong, but the way you tell the story is terrible. There is too much foreshadowing, which is just annoying."
"Do you know what is the most important thing about telling a supernatural story well?" Jiang Cheng said: "It is to destroy the reader's sense of security."
"For example, if you go to an abandoned hospital alone to explore, what's scary is not that you encounter a ghost as soon as you enter the door, or that a long description of the ghost's appearance is scary, but that you go deeper and analyze the whole thing little by little. A sense of immersion. "
" Let the readers visualize the words you write as pictures. Along with the pictures, the camera gradually advances, just like watching a movie, following you to explore the whole hospital. "
“Highlights It could be that you accidentally found an old photo pinned up on the wall. You didn’t find anything strange when you looked at it for the first time, so you put it back again.”
“But wait until you go back the same way. , glanced out of the corner of my eye, and suddenly found the wall The photo was hung upside down, but you clearly remembered that you put it back as it was."
"At this time, the light swept across and you looked down inadvertently and found footprints on the dusty ground."
"Of course these footprints were left by you, but among your footprints, there are actually the marks of a woman's high-heeled shoes."
"You turn on the flashlight on your phone and carefully follow the marks, and unknowingly you I found that the shoe prints actually followed you all the way."
"And what's even more terrifying is that the high-heeled shoe prints are getting closer and closer to your footprints, and finally they even overlap with your shoe prints. Together."
"Just when you realized something and wanted to look back tremblingly, you suddenly felt itchy in your neck, as if there were hair hanging down."
Jiang Cheng suddenly paused when he said this, and then in the writer’s horrified eyes, he slightly opened his mouth, revealing a pair of white teeth, "Have you learned it?"
I don't know if it was the story or Jiang Cheng's aura that suppressed these people, but the scene instantly became quiet.
In the end, Azhe stood up and said, "Okay, your story sounds pretty good. Now it's their turn."
I found a group of ghosts staring at me with malicious intent. On his own, the fat man began to tremble again, and he looked at the doctor as if asking for help.
Fortunately, Jiang Cheng lived up to his trust, and the gloomy voice sounded again, "Don't worry, this is just my first story. I remember I said, I have many more stories. "
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Azhe and others to react, Jiang Cheng started his second story, "I have a friend."
This time he told the story of Xiaoshijian Village. The woman who was tortured to death and still suffered from infamy left a curse before she died. She crawled out from the bottom of Hanzhen Pond and turned into the most terrifying ghost story in the village at midnight.
Strike while the iron is hot, Jiang Cheng told two stories one after another about Mr. Huang's opera singing in his old house and the story about the imprisoned woman in the hospital.
Jiang Cheng has a talent for telling stories, which may be related to his profession. He can always find the most fearful point in people's hearts and then amplify it.
The originally terrifying stories became more and more ups and downs in his mouth. After listening to these stories, Azhe and the woman in red were all silent.
Is this guy’s life too tough?
The supernatural events that others would die if they encounter them once are like a level-defining game. What's even more frightening is that one by one, his friends have had accidents, but this guy is still here telling stories alive and kicking.
Thinking of this, the others looked at Jiang Cheng with wonderful eyes.
It’s best not to mess with this guy. I’ve heard of Koff, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone like him who can defeat his friends.
Jiang Cheng seemed to have noticed that everyone was in a low mood, so he offered to tell them another story to cheer them up.
“Do you still have stories to tell?” The writer collapsed a little, feeling that compared with the stories of the man in front of him, the ones he had written before were all rubbish.
Jiang Cheng smiled politely, and then told the last story of the day in a very gentle tone, which was about Wu and the sister who created him.
Needless to say, the story has ups and downs. Jiang Cheng first vividly described how Wu used the big knife to chop away the ghosts like melons and vegetables. Then Jiang Cheng focused on Wu's story. In that comic book.
After he said that the book could contain ghosts and then be controlled by Wu, the scene started to become exciting.
The female student kept wiping her sweat, and her originally blood-red and terrifying eyes returned to their normal appearance. Not only were they not scary, they also looked charming.
The woman in red stopped moving her legs. The writer put his scarf back on and tied it into a nice knot.
The driver of the black car took off his vest and wrapped it around his left hand, making sure that no trace of it was exposed. Even the most unyielding Azhe lowered his head, took out a pair of sunglasses from somewhere, and quickly put them on his face.
Everyone gathered together, like a family, and showed a kind smile to Jiang Cheng.
But what they didn’t expect was that Jiang Cheng seemed to be interested and walked towards them step by step, "Why are you laughing? Is the story I told funny? Do you look down on me?"
Hearing this, Azhe and the others all took a step back.
Their eyes did not stay on Jiang Cheng, but noticed his shadow. When Jiang Cheng walked over, his shadow actually stayed in place.
Moreover, several people suddenly felt a chill, and the woman in red couldn't help but feel her throat roll.
She saw Jiang Cheng's shadow leaning against the pillar of the bus stop. Hidden in the shadow was a pair of crimson eyes, staring at them coldly.
Seeing that the doctor had the upper hand, Fatty felt that it was time to stand up. He put aside Huaiyi and said angrily: "What are you asking, are you looking down on us?"
Jiang Cheng pressed forward step by step, and Azhe and the others could only keep retreating. Finally, they retreated to the bright edge of the bus stop sign. If they took another step back, they would enter darkness.
Obviously, Azhe and the others did not dare to retreat any further.
They turned their heads and looked behind them from time to time, their faces very nervous, as if there was something more terrifying hidden in the darkness.
"This gentleman." The writer panicked, "We definitely don't mean to look down on you. Your story is very exciting, very exciting."
"Yes, we have never listened. "It's such a wonderful story." The driver of the black car wiped his forehead and said with a smile: "The most important thing is that it's true, it's like being there."
"That's natural. My stories all happened." "Jiang Cheng seemed very satisfied with their current attitude and said with narrowed eyes.
The situation was under control, and Jiang Cheng felt it was time to ask something. (End of chapter)