Chapter 663 Have You Learned It?

But Jiang Cheng obviously didn't let him go, "Do you know why no one reads your book?"

The writer was stunned and asked hesitantly: "Why?"

"Your story is actually not bad, but your storytelling method is very bad. There are too many foreshadowings at the beginning, which only makes people bored. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎Read"

"Do you know what the most important point is to tell a good supernatural story?" Jiang Cheng said: "It is to destroy the reader's sense of security."

"For example, you come to an abandoned hospital alone to explore. The horror is not the ghost you encounter as soon as you enter the door, or the long description of how scary the ghost's appearance is, but the sense of involvement of the whole thing being analyzed bit by bit."

"Let the reader visualize the words you write into pictures in his mind. As the pictures move forward, the camera gradually moves forward, just like watching a movie, following you to explore the entire hospital."

" The highlight could be that you accidentally found an old photo nailed to the wall. You didn't find anything strange when you looked at it for the first time, so you put it back. "

"But when you return the same way, you suddenly find that the photo on the wall is hung upside down, but you clearly remember that you put it back the same way. "

"At this time, the light swept over, and you looked down inadvertently, and found footprints on the dusty ground. "

"These footprints are of course left by you, but among your footprints, there are actually women's high-heeled shoe prints.

"You turn on the flashlight on your mobile phone and carefully follow the marks. Unknowingly, you find that the shoe prints have followed you all the way."

"And what's more terrifying is that the high-heeled shoe prints are getting closer and closer to your footprints, and finally they are even attached to your shoe prints."

"Just when you realized something and trembled and wanted to look back, you suddenly felt an itch in your neck, as if there was hair hanging in."

Jiang Cheng suddenly paused here, and then in the writer's horrified eyes, he slightly grinned, revealing a mouthful 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, the scene suddenly became quiet.

Finally, Azhe stood up and said, "Okay, your story sounds good, it's their turn now."

Finding that a group of ghosts were staring at him with ill intentions, the fat man began to tremble again, and he looked at the doctor for help.

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng lived up to his expectations, and his sinister voice sounded again, "Don't worry, this is just my first story. I remember I said that I have many more stories. "

After saying that, without waiting for Azhe and the others to react, Jiang Cheng began 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 bore the infamy left a curse before she died, crawled out from the bottom of Hanzhen Pond, and became the most terrifying ghost story in the village at midnight.

While the iron was hot, Jiang Cheng told two stories in succession: Mr. Huang's opera in the old house and the woman imprisoned in the hospital.

Jiang Cheng has a talent for storytelling, which may be related to his profession. He can always find the most fearful point in people's hearts and then magnify it.

The stories that were originally very scary became more and more ups and downs in his mouth. After listening to After these stories, Azhe, the red-dressed woman and the others were all silent.

Is this guy's life too tough?

Others would die if they encountered it once, but he told them like a game of passing levels. What's more terrifying is that his friends have all had accidents, but this guy is still alive and kicking here telling stories.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the others looked at Jiang Cheng with excitement.

It's better not to mess with this guy. Making friends with others is at best a waste of money, but making friends with him is a waste of life!

Jiang Cheng seemed to have noticed that everyone was in a bad mood, so he took the initiative to tell them another story to cheer them up.

"Do you have any more stories to tell? "The writer was a little upset, feeling that compared with the story of the man in front of him, what he had written before was all garbage.

Jiang Cheng smiled politely, and then told the last story of the day in a very gentle tone, which was about Wu and his sister who created him.

Needless to say, the story was full of ups and downs. Jiang Cheng first vividly described how Wu used the big knife to clean up the ghosts like cutting melons and vegetables, and then Jiang Cheng focused on Wu's comic book.

After he said that the book could collect ghosts and then be controlled by Wu, the scene began to become exciting.

The female student kept wiping her sweat, and her originally blood-red and terrifying eyes turned back to The normal look is not only not scary, but also looks charming.

The red-dressed woman's legs stopped moving, and the writer put on his scarf again and tied a nice knot.

The black car driver took off his vest and wrapped it around his left hand to make sure that nothing 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 smiled kindly at Jiang Cheng.

But what they didn't expect was that Jiang Cheng seemed to be interested and approached them step by step, "What are you laughing at? Is the story I told funny? Do you look down on me?"

Hearing this, Azhe and the others 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.

And several people suddenly felt a chill, and the red-dressed woman's throat rolled.

She saw Jiang Cheng's shadow leaning against the pillar of the bus stop, with a pair of deep red eyes hidden in the shadow, staring at them coldly.

Seeing that the doctor had the upper hand, the fat man felt that it was time for him to stand up. He threw Huai Yi aside and said angrily: "I'm asking you a question, do you look down on us?"

Jiang Cheng pressed forward step by step, and Azhe and his friends could only retreat continuously, and finally retreated to the edge of the light of the bus stop. If they retreated one step further, they would enter the darkness.

Obviously, Azhe and his friends did not dare to retreat any further.

From time to time, they turned their heads to look behind them, their faces were very nervous, as if there was something more terrifying hidden in the darkness.

"Sir." The writer panicked, "We definitely don't mean to look down on you. Your story is very exciting, very exciting."

"Yes, we have never heard such an exciting story." The black car driver wiped his forehead and said with a smile: "The most important thing is that it is real, as if you were there."

"Of course, my stories are all real." Jiang Cheng seemed very satisfied with their current attitude and said with narrowed eyes.

The situation has been controlled, and Jiang Cheng felt that it was time to ask something next.