Doomsday Begins with a Nightmare

Lin Mo was thinking about a question while queuing.

What are businessmen looking for?

Do you want to experience a certain horror story?

That guy is unprofitable, and there must be a reason for doing so.

Lin Mo is in no hurry.

He has arranged his own ghost spy in the shadow of the businessman, and Lin Mo can sense the location of the other party at any time, but for the time being, he can only do this first.

Seeing home is a must.

The three most famous patients in Ward 4, Home, God and the Wise, now only Home may be real, and the other two patients are unlikely to exist.

That being the case, you must get in touch with your home.

After ten minutes, the line arrived.

This house is bigger than Lin Mo imagined.

very special.

The special thing is the light inside.

very dark.

It was so dark that only a dilapidated table could be seen, and there was a person lying on the table writing hard.

An arm-sized candle was lit on the table.

The light of the candle can only affect the area within two meters around the table, and the area beyond that is completely in total darkness. So in fact, Lin Mo couldn't see how big the room was, but he just felt that the room was very big.

Obviously this house is unusual.

The whole room was enveloped by a powerful spiritual force.

Lin Mo has seen so many mental illnesses, but the mental power in this room is the strongest, so strong that it can distort the surrounding environment.

"interesting!"

This is what my mother said.

But it was said through Lin Mo's mouth.

The person behind the desk who was writing something with a pen should be home.

The other party's hair was messy, and he wore glasses with the thickness of the bottom of a glass bottle, as if he was worried about something.

"Which story do you want to go to, what role do you want to play, say it yourself, and tell me after you decide."

The family didn't even look up.

It is estimated that a new story is being conceived.

The rules here, the patients outside have already told Lin Mo, so Lin Mo knows that the most taboo thing here is to talk nonsense.

The point is to go straight to the topic, and just say what kind of 'experience' you want.

As long as you say it, the family will arrange it.

Lin Mo had already thought about what to say just now.

"It's this room, play you, and I'll be home too, okay?"

If you want to get to know a person, you need to learn from his words and actions in the other person's territory.

Lin Mo plans to do this now.

Lin Mo doesn't care if this request has been made before, but he made it anyway to see if this family can help him achieve his wish.

The family who had been thinking about the plot heard this request, stopped the pen in his hand, and looked up at Lin Mo.

"Okay, close your eyes."

The family said something.

Lin Mo closed his eyes.

"Open it!"

A voice came from a distance that seemed to be far away.

Opening his eyes again, Lin Mo found himself sitting on a chair. In front of him was the table in the middle. On the table were paper and pens, as well as the candle as thick as an arm.

The candle flame can only illuminate the table and the surrounding area less than two meters away, and outside, it is pitch black.

Lin Mo has a good memory.

He glanced at the table.

It was basically the same as the table he saw at home before, but with one more thing.

Several pages of paper full of words.

Lin Mo picked it up and read it.

"...I'm a horror writer, and I've been working on a horror book about a lunatic asylum recently, but I've hit a wall and my mind is blank on what to do next. That's how writing is, it's like a cookie box, sometimes full, sometimes It's empty when..."

"…Tonight I was working on the plot as always, but soon I found out that in the dark, something terrifying seemed to be watching me... I was terrified, because I was sure there was something terrifying in the darkness. Existence, they, are approaching me..."

That's probably what it is.

Lin Mo understood that these few pages were the 'script' and what he was about to experience.

This is a story written by the family.

Now, Lin Mo's role is home.

"I don't know if this is made up or if it actually happened. If it happened, it would be interesting."

Lin Mo mumbled.

He will not foolishly follow the direction of the 'script'.

He does things and never plays cards according to the routine.

Off the beaten track is his motto.

After all, he didn't really come to experience this kind of plot.

Lin Mo reached out and touched the lower back, pulled out the brick, shook it, and the flames came out, but strangely, the flames on the bricks seemed to be suppressed, and the light source could not be released at all.

That is to say, fire is fire, but light cannot be emitted.

"Can it still be like this?"

Lin Mo was taken aback.

Then he moved his gaze to the arm-sized candle on the table.

After a while, Lin Mo was already exploring the room with the severed candle.

Because of some strong rule restriction, no light source can illuminate this room, so basically the people involved in this horror story can only be limited to this one table.

And in the dark, there are really terrifying monsters.

Because the plot on the table said it very clearly.

If it is said in the plot, then there must be. Even if the above is weird and unbelievable, this thing will still happen.

That's the power of terror.

This is the second time that Lin Mo has experienced terror, so he is very aware of the power of this kind of power.

Since the rules say that other light sources are not allowed, well, we can only get the only light source down.

Lin Mo just thought about it.

If this candle can't be cut off, then he intends to carry the table to explore.

After all, I didn't say that I couldn't walk around with a desk on my back.

Lin Mo's previous request to the family was to be in your house.

This is the premise.

Looking at it now, the home is really very particular, and this is indeed his house.

Because Lin Mo found two rows of bookcases in the back, and there seemed to be something terrifying hidden on the bookcases made of black wood. Under the candlelight, there seemed to be a monster lying on the top of the bookshelf.

Lin Mo ignored the monster.

Anyway, he has a knife, and whoever comes over will chop whoever comes.

afraid?

What a joke, Lin Mo doesn't know what it is to be afraid.

If you want to be afraid, the other party is also afraid.

There are various manuscripts on the bookcase.

And it has been categorized.

Lin Mo looked at it by candlelight and found that there was a row of books marked 'First Ward'.

"The first ward?"

Lin Mo didn't expect to see things about the first ward in the house at home, and it seemed that the family had created a lot of stories about the first ward.

Pick up a manuscript and read it.

In an instant ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Lin Mo's pupils shrank.

At the same moment, from the opposite side of the bookshelf, in the gap between the books, a grimace appeared.

The other party was watching Lin Mo.

It turned out that Lin Mo was the same as not seeing it.

The grimace then reached out and grabbed Lin Mo's ankle.

caught.

It stands to reason that the other party will jump up in fright.

But Lin Mo was calm and terrifying. The next moment, he raised the knife and fell, and with a click, he chopped off the ghost's hand.

"Are you sick? Don't bother me with my studies, okay?"

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