Ji Lang took Wu Miaomiao all the way to the door of the mall before he came back to his senses.
Didn't you go to the company? Why did you come here?
"Aren't you going in?" Wu Miaomiao waited for a while, seeing Ji Lang standing at the door and unable to enter, she asked strangely.
"Go in by yourself." He wasn't in the mood to accompany the little girl to buy things.
Wu Miaomiao gave a cry, but didn't enter immediately, but stared down. Ji Lang felt strange and followed her gaze, only to realize that he had been holding her hand.
It came to mind that he just pulled the person out to prevent this girl from quarreling with that detective.
"Don't you let go?" Wu Miaomiao asked.
Ji Lang's expression changed when he was about to let go, and suddenly changed his mind: "What? Am I not your mate? Can't I hold my hand?"
"Yes." Wu Miaomiao sighed suddenly, "If you like it, take it for a while."
Xianggong was really too elusive. He let himself in for a while, and held his hands for a while, just like a small baby in the stockade, and he had to be coaxed.
"!" If you like it, hold it for a while. Who likes to hold your hand?
Ji Lang threw away his hand in disgust, and turned to leave.
"Are you angry?" Wu Miaomiao keenly grabbed the corner of Ji Lang's clothes.
Ji Lang didn't have much patience, let alone get along with people. If it weren't for figuring out why he could fall asleep next to Wu Miaomiao, he would have swept Wu Miaomiao out. Now it is the limit to be able to be patient with me until now.
"My husband, it's weird that you were angry. The policeman was so fierce just now. Not only did you show him your ID card if you weren't angry. I coaxed you, why are you still angry?" Wu Miaomiao couldn't understand. Fair logic.
"Who wants you..." Facing Wu Miaomiao's serious face, Ji Lang suddenly flashed in front of her a few minutes ago. She stood in front of her and scolded the detective, her irritability went down a bit unconsciously, "Who wants you? Nosy?"
"How can it be nosy, you are my father-in-law, and I am your wife, how can I let others bully you, but also in my presence." Wu Miao said.
Ji Lang's eyes trembled slightly: "Did you say the opposite?"
"No, the master said, you must take good care of your husband when you marry home." Wu Miaomiao said seriously, "Although we are not married yet, I will protect you."
"Your witches' educational philosophy is really unique." Ji Lang said.
"Of course, the master said, now is a new society, we have to keep pace with the times. By the way, don't you want to go to work? Go ahead, don't be late." Wu Miaomiao reminded.
Ji Lang gave a hum, and was about to leave. He glanced over the shop window behind Wu Miaomiao and saw his face on the glass. He always knew that his face was different in the eyes of others. Once, in order to figure out how he looks in the eyes of others, he asked a painter to paint Xiao Xiang. He found three painters in total, and each painter painted a different look. Obviously they have the same facial features, but they show three different kinds of gloom. Even when he sees it, he feels uncomfortable, which is completely different from what he usually sees in the mirror.
Ji Lang was a little curious, what did he look like in Wu Miaomiao's eyes?
"Wu Miaomiao, what do I look like in your eyes?" Ji Lang blurted out.
"Yeah~~ It's pure and beautiful like a black pearl." Wu Miaomiao stared at Ji Lang's body, and answered without thinking about the pure black energy that still exists in the sun.
Ji Lang was silent for a moment, then turned and walked towards the zebra crossing. When he reached the zebra crossing, it happened to be a red light. Ji Lang was on the spot, looking at the traffic lights at the intersection, and suddenly chuckled: "Although the adjectives are a bit poor, they have a good aesthetic."
Ji Lang's company is a studio. It is a personal studio he opened when he was in college. The main business is to operate his own book IP.
Ji Lang's profession is a well-known horror novelist, and this profession is directly related to the ability to dream.
Because of his ability to dream, Ji Lang has fallen into various nightmares since he was a child. He has seen too many dark and ugly human natures, and these things have caused him to collapse over time. As a result, he gradually lost his sympathy, and no cognition of beautiful things. When anything was placed in front of him, he could only see the dark side.
For example, when she was in junior high school, the teacher asked a female classmate with poor grades to go to the office to make up the lesson. Ji Lang would subconsciously feel that this teacher must want to take advantage of no one to assault this female student.
For example, if he sees a stranger holding a sleeping baby on the road, he will feel that the child must have been abducted, and that the one holding it is definitely not the child's relative.
For example, when he saw a pedestrian crossing a road, he would think, why didn't the driver hit him to death with a kick of the accelerator.
...
There are countless examples like this, and gradually Ji Lang began to realize that this would not work. He has always lived in this society, and because of his ability, he cannot close himself. If you can't close it, you can only blend in, because special will be noticed, so he started to find a psychiatrist for himself.
Fortunately, although Ji's parents were not close to Ji Lang, they did not completely give up Ji Lang. They invited all the powerful psychologists in Hai City for Ji Lang, and finally a psychologist gave advice.
"You are like being locked in a horrible world of reincarnation, and you can't escape. I have been trying to help you find a way out, but unfortunately, I have not been able to find it. All I can do now is to provide you with one Relief. Have you ever played the horror house in the amusement park? The horror house is the most horrible when played by one person. When there are two people, the horror will be less. When a group of people play, the horror will be less, and if The house is full of people, so you won’t be afraid. So if you can’t get out, let people walk into your world.”
Ji Lang can't bring people into the horror room, so all he can do is speak out. From the first year of high school, he has serialized his own horror novels on the Internet intermittently. He described everything he saw in his nightmare in words.
Because it was an unpopular subject matter, no one looked at it at first, but Ji Lang wrote these things just to confide, and every time he finishes writing a book, he feels that the black that presses on him is a little lighter. Because most of the stories he writes are real things that existed before, so the sense of substitution is very strong. As a result, Ji Lang's column has gained considerable popularity over time.
And as Ji Lang's control over the ability of dreaming becomes stronger, he can slowly enter the dream associated with this dream through the owner of the dream. So he started writing and wrote the first crime novel in his life, "Crime Notes."
It was a serial homicide. After being rescued by the police, one of the survivors had nightmares all night. Because they were too scared, the survivor’s dream was connected with the murderer’s dream. Ji Lang caught it, and he followed the victim's dream into the criminal murderer's dream. In the dream, I watched the murderer from wanting to kill, preparing to kill, and the whole process after he was arrested for killing six people in a row.
Ji Lang took the murderer as his first vision, and wrote this "Crime Notes" in detail. Because it was highly similar to the case that was just cracked, it caused a great sensation at the time and even alarmed the criminal police captain who detected the case at that time.
"A lot of the details written in your novel, we didn't notice it when we detected it, but we checked with the murderer, and what you wrote is real. How did you do it?" If it wasn't for this case. The location was in Qing’an, thousands of miles away, and Ji Lang had been in school at the time of the crime. He even suspected that Ji Lang was an accomplice.
"Logical reasoning." Ji Lang only answered four words.
Before leaving, the detective captain stared at Ji Lang for a long time: "You have not committed a crime, and I cannot arrest people, but if this is really your own reasoning, you are the most talented criminal I have ever seen. I hope you only It is used to write stories."
Ji Lang knew that he was warning himself, but he didn't care. Before him, a group of people claiming to be metaphysical circles had warned him, and in their mouths, his existence was even more terrifying, and it was enough to destroy the world. Demon.
Ji Lang didn't know when he would destroy the world, but at this time they did not form a group to destroy themselves, it was too early to come.
The second-story building where Ji Lang's studio was located was originally an office left by the park for the property in the park. Later, the property was outsourced and the small building became vacant. Ji Lang rented it with money and became his personal studio.
There are not many employees in the studio, and he has only five people in total. One of them is responsible for reception and outreach work, and the other three are all editors.
"Boss, I'm a bit late today." Dong Yongyuan, who is in charge of outreach, was grinding coffee for the three colleagues who stayed up late to catch up with the script. Seeing Ji Lang coming in, he was habitually stunned, and then he showed his politeness. Smile.
At first glance, Ji Lang's image was gloomy and terrifying, but it was only a momentary feeling. If you look at him later, that feeling will disappear. So the people in his studio have become accustomed to the fright after seeing the boss for the first time every day, and then they return to normal.
"Well, is the script finished?" Ji Lang asked as he walked in.
"It's finished, it's finished. The three of them stayed up late yesterday and finished making changes. They are all on your desk. They dare to leave work when you finish reading." Dong Yongyuan replied while making another cup of coffee.
Pure black without sugar, Ji Lang's life renewal medicine.
Every employee in the studio knows that their boss is a severe insomnia patient, and dark circles and red blood are like his innate signs.
Hey, there seems to be no red blood in the boss's eyes, and even the black circles seem to be lighter.
Dong Yongyuan took the brewed coffee to Ji Lang's office and took the opportunity to confirm it.
"What are you looking at?" Ji Lang glared at him.
"Boss, the red blood in your eyes is gone." Dong Yongyuan said in surprise.
"Why do you have an opinion?"
"No, boss, you weren't... fell asleep last night? How could you fall asleep?!"
"How can I fall asleep?!" Ji Lang sneered at Dong Yongyuan.
Dong Yongyuan immediately realized that he had said something wrong, took three steps back, and apologized decisively: "Sorry boss, I'm out."
Ji Lang glanced at the closed door, then took out his phone, brought up the selfie mode, and carefully observed his eyes: "There is really no red blood anymore."
Ji Lang took Wu Miaomiao all the way to the door of the mall before he came back to his senses.
Didn't you go to the company? Why did you come here?
"Aren't you going in?" Wu Miaomiao waited for a while, seeing Ji Lang standing at the door and unable to enter, she asked strangely.
"Go in by yourself." He wasn't in the mood to accompany the little girl to buy things.
Wu Miaomiao gave a cry, but didn't enter immediately, but stared down. Ji Lang felt strange and followed her gaze, only to realize that he had been holding her hand.
It came to mind that he just pulled the person out to prevent this girl from quarreling with that detective.
"Don't you let go?" Wu Miaomiao asked.
Ji Lang's expression changed when he was about to let go, and suddenly changed his mind: "What? Am I not your mate? Can't I hold my hand?"
"Yes." Wu Miaomiao sighed suddenly, "If you like it, take it for a while."
Xianggong was really too elusive. He let himself in for a while, and held his hands for a while, just like a small baby in the stockade, and he had to be coaxed.
"!" If you like it, hold it for a while. Who likes to hold your hand?
Ji Lang threw away his hand in disgust, and turned to leave.
"Are you angry?" Wu Miaomiao keenly grabbed the corner of Ji Lang's clothes.
Ji Lang didn't have much patience, let alone get along with people. If it weren't for figuring out why he could fall asleep next to Wu Miaomiao, he would have swept Wu Miaomiao out. Now it is the limit to be able to be patient with me until now.
"My husband, it's weird that you were angry. The policeman was so fierce just now. Not only did you show him your ID card if you weren't angry. I coaxed you, why are you still angry?" Wu Miaomiao couldn't understand. Fair logic.
"Who wants you..." Facing Wu Miaomiao's serious face, Ji Lang suddenly flashed in front of her a few minutes ago. She stood in front of her and scolded the detective, her irritability went down a bit unconsciously, "Who wants you? Nosy?"
"How can it be nosy, you are my father-in-law, and I am your wife, how can I let others bully you, but also in my presence." Wu Miao said.
Ji Lang's eyes trembled slightly: "Did you say the opposite?"
"No, the master said, you must take good care of your husband when you marry home." Wu Miaomiao said seriously, "Although we are not married yet, I will protect you."
"Your witches' educational philosophy is really unique." Ji Lang said.
"Of course, the master said, now is a new society, we have to keep pace with the times. By the way, don't you want to go to work? Go ahead, don't be late." Wu Miaomiao reminded.
Ji Lang gave a hum, and was about to leave. He glanced over the shop window behind Wu Miaomiao and saw his face on the glass. He always knew that his face was different in the eyes of others. Once, in order to figure out how he looks in the eyes of others, he asked a painter to paint Xiao Xiang. He found three painters in total, and each painter painted a different look. Obviously they have the same facial features, but they show three different kinds of gloom. Even when he sees it, he feels uncomfortable, which is completely different from what he usually sees in the mirror.
Ji Lang was a little curious, what did he look like in Wu Miaomiao's eyes?
"Wu Miaomiao, what do I look like in your eyes?" Ji Lang blurted out.
"Yeah~~ It's pure and beautiful like a black pearl." Wu Miaomiao stared at Ji Lang's body, and answered without thinking about the pure black energy that still exists in the sun.
Ji Lang was silent for a moment, then turned and walked towards the zebra crossing. When he reached the zebra crossing, it happened to be a red light. Ji Lang was on the spot, looking at the traffic lights at the intersection, and suddenly chuckled: "Although the adjectives are a bit poor, they have a good aesthetic."
Ji Lang's company is a studio. It is a personal studio he opened when he was in college. The main business is to operate his own book IP.
Ji Lang's profession is a well-known horror novelist, and this profession is directly related to the ability to dream.
Because of his ability to dream, Ji Lang has fallen into various nightmares since he was a child. He has seen too many dark and ugly human natures, and these things have caused him to collapse over time. As a result, he gradually lost his sympathy, and no cognition of beautiful things. When anything was placed in front of him, he could only see the dark side.
For example, when she was in junior high school, the teacher asked a female classmate with poor grades to go to the office to make up the lesson. Ji Lang would subconsciously feel that this teacher must want to take advantage of no one to assault this female student.
For example, if he sees a stranger holding a sleeping baby on the road, he will feel that the child must have been abducted, and that the one holding it is definitely not the child's relative.
For example, when he saw a pedestrian crossing a road, he would think, why didn't the driver hit him to death with a kick of the accelerator.
...
There are countless examples like this, and gradually Ji Lang began to realize that this would not work. He has always lived in this society, and because of his ability, he cannot close himself. If you can't close it, you can only blend in, because special will be noticed, so he started to find a psychiatrist for himself.
Fortunately, although Ji's parents were not close to Ji Lang, they did not completely give up Ji Lang. They invited all the powerful psychologists in Hai City for Ji Lang, and finally a psychologist gave advice.
"You are like being locked in a horrible world of reincarnation, and you can't escape. I have been trying to help you find a way out, but unfortunately, I have not been able to find it. All I can do now is to provide you with one Relief. Have you ever played the horror house in the amusement park? The horror house is the most horrible when played by one person. When there are two people, the horror will be less. When a group of people play, the horror will be less, and if The house is full of people, so you won’t be afraid. So if you can’t get out, let people walk into your world.”
Ji Lang can't bring people into the horror room, so all he can do is speak out. From the first year of high school, he has serialized his own horror novels on the Internet intermittently. He described everything he saw in his nightmare in words.
Because it was an unpopular subject matter, no one looked at it at first, but Ji Lang wrote these things just to confide, and every time he finishes writing a book, he feels that the black that presses on him is a little lighter. Because most of the stories he writes are real things that existed before, so the sense of substitution is very strong. As a result, Ji Lang's column has gained considerable popularity over time.
And as Ji Lang's control over the ability of dreaming becomes stronger, he can slowly enter the dream associated with this dream through the owner of the dream. So he started writing and wrote the first crime novel in his life, "Crime Notes."
It was a serial homicide. After being rescued by the police, one of the survivors had nightmares all night. Because they were too scared, the survivor’s dream was connected with the murderer’s dream. Ji Lang caught it, and he followed the victim's dream into the criminal murderer's dream. In the dream, I watched the murderer from wanting to kill, preparing to kill, and the whole process after he was arrested for killing six people in a row.
Ji Lang took the murderer as his first vision, and wrote this "Crime Notes" in detail. Because it was highly similar to the case that was just cracked, it caused a great sensation at the time and even alarmed the criminal police captain who detected the case at that time.
"A lot of the details written in your novel, we didn't notice it when we detected it, but we checked with the murderer, and what you wrote is real. How did you do it?" If it wasn't for this case. The location was in Qing’an, thousands of miles away, and Ji Lang had been in school at the time of the crime. He even suspected that Ji Lang was an accomplice.
"Logical reasoning." Ji Lang only answered four words.
Before leaving, the detective captain stared at Ji Lang for a long time: "You have not committed a crime, and I cannot arrest people, but if this is really your own reasoning, you are the most talented criminal I have ever seen. I hope you only It is used to write stories."
Ji Lang knew that he was warning himself, but he didn't care. Before him, a group of people claiming to be metaphysical circles had warned him, and in their mouths, his existence was even more terrifying, and it was enough to destroy the world. Demon.
Ji Lang didn't know when he would destroy the world, but at this time they did not form a group to destroy themselves, it was too early to come.
The second-story building where Ji Lang's studio was located was originally an office left by the park for the property in the park. Later, the property was outsourced and the small building became vacant. Ji Lang rented it with money and became his personal studio.
There are not many employees in the studio, and he has only five people in total. One of them is responsible for reception and outreach work, and the other three are all editors.
"Boss, I'm a bit late today." Dong Yongyuan, who is in charge of outreach, was grinding coffee for the three colleagues who stayed up late to catch up with the script. Seeing Ji Lang coming in, he was habitually stunned, and then he showed his politeness. Smile.
At first glance, Ji Lang's image was gloomy and terrifying, but it was only a momentary feeling. If you look at him later, that feeling will disappear. So the people in his studio have become accustomed to the fright after seeing the boss for the first time every day, and then they return to normal.
"Well, is the script finished?" Ji Lang asked as he walked in.
"It's finished, it's finished. The three of them stayed up late yesterday and finished making changes. They are all on your desk. They dare to leave work when you finish reading." Dong Yongyuan replied while making another cup of coffee.
Pure black without sugar, Ji Lang's life renewal medicine.
Every employee in the studio knows that their boss is a severe insomnia patient, and dark circles and red blood are like his innate signs.
Hey, there seems to be no red blood in the boss's eyes, and even the black circles seem to be lighter.
Dong Yongyuan took the brewed coffee to Ji Lang's office and took the opportunity to confirm it.
"What are you looking at?" Ji Lang glared at him.
"Boss, the red blood in your eyes is gone." Dong Yongyuan said in surprise.
"Why do you have an opinion?"
"No, boss, you weren't... fell asleep last night? How could you fall asleep?!"
"How can I fall asleep?!" Ji Lang sneered at Dong Yongyuan.
Dong Yongyuan immediately realized that he had said something wrong, took three steps back, and apologized decisively: "Sorry boss, I'm out."
Ji Lang glanced at the closed door, then took out his phone, brought up the selfie mode, and carefully observed his eyes: "There is really no red blood anymore."
