"Inspiration... I do have so, to be honest. I am a horror story writer, and the characteristics of such novels are to list a bunch of rules, telling you what you shouldn’t do. Of course, you also need to write in that eerie sense."
"Actually, these kinds of novels aren’t particularly terrifying. The horror created by words is quite limited... But I’m not sure if it’s because I’m too tired; I’ve started to experience so hallucinations. When writing stories at night, I always feel like many eyes are watching ."
"I’m thinking, maybe it’s really as you said, a feng shui problem? My friend, you’ve co at the perfect ti. Help take a look! I feel like sleeping, but I can’t sleep."
"No... Or maybe I don’t want to sleep?"
Wen Xishu started to fakely inspect the room’s layout. The setup of 14-1 was almost identical to his 14-2.
The difference is that Wen Xishu’s room was in its initial state, while this writer, Yin Junchi’s room, had so personal items scattered in the living room, like photo albums, creative books, ashtrays, tissues, notebooks, and a phone.
From the phone and notebook, it seed the writer’s inco wasn’t low.
Wen Xishu discovered that checking the other person’s room didn’t consu his action points, as it was considered part of "interacting with neighbors."
So, this ga actually has a certain degree of freedom and technicality. Whether or not one can reasonably enter the other person’s room for inspection, to what extent one can inspect, and how to avoid causing offense, all depend on personal skill.
To extend the inspection ti, Wen Xishu said:
"This room is indeed a bit sinister... Be honest with , have you encountered anything strange recently? Did anyone advise you not to co here before you arrived?"
"These things look expensive. With your inco, you shouldn’t need to envy those living here."
"Why did you co here? Simply because of the high cost-performance ratio?"
Yin Junchi shook his head:
"The main reason is that my updates are too slow. My editor and readers are urging . Then I made a post asking if there were any suitable small black rooms for updating."
"And there really was one. You may not believe it, but the person who direct ssaged was a notable figure in Jicheng, from Sanqiu Group’s official Weibo account, saying they had prepared a room that could stimulate my inspiration."
Wen Xishu’s expression changed slightly. This guy had a high status. He wasn’t just any regular novelist; he was a bestselling author, and he had been invited in.
Wen Xishu felt this person might provide a lot of clues:
"The arrangent of so things in this room indeed has issues. I may need to check further. Don’t worry, I promise imdiate results. By the way, is it convenient to know your pen na?"
Whether imdiate results are possible or not, the words need to be said first. Worst case scenario, he can co up with sothing later. After all, the other person seems sowhat inclined to believe, giving Wen Xishu lots of room to maneuver.
Yin Junchi said:
"My pen na is Three Days Two Dead Bananas."
"Good na, comparable to Yoshihiro Togashi’s pen na. Though I haven’t heard of it, I’m sure your updates must be... quite sharp. By the way, does anyone else live in this room?"
"No, no, I’m very averse to having others around during my creative process."
Wen Xishu nodded, acknowledging the situation.
Based on known information, people from seven households have died, breaking seven families, but the text doesn’t imply complete annihilation of the seven families.
However, in Yin Junchi’s case, it’s only him. This ans that this man will face a disaster in seven days.
"It’s a pity we don’t know the cause of death. Although this person currently seems to have ntal issues, being overly excited with dark circles under his eyes, typical of insomnia, it’s definitely not to the point of dying."
Wen Xishu, combining various clues in his mind, said:
"You said you have auditory and visual hallucinations. I see the arrangent of items in this room could easily attract sothing. Tell about these hallucinations and auditory experiences, and I’ll see if I can find so clues."
Yin Junchi replied:
"That would be great. I’ll tell you now."
Actually, Wen Xishu hadn’t found anything particularly noteworthy, so very likely, Yin Junchi’s problems stemd from himself.
The writer seed to have no suspicion towards Wen Xishu.
In his view, those who were allowed into this place were screened by Sanqiu Group, and would hardly have malicious intents.
Yin Junchi began to describe his hallucinations and auditory experiences.
Wen Xishu listened silently.
...
...
Wen Xishu already started to gather information related to the main quest.
In comparison, the other four people had respective situations.
Wen Xiangge was a very enthusiastic person, although in Bunker, he was always promoting the teachings of Xishu Divine Teaching, urging people to find peace and tranquility from Xishu.
But he wasn’t stupid; he knew he couldn’t operate that way in Three Towers, as he couldn’t bring these followers back to Bunker.
The focus wasn’t on promoting the teachings but on building relationships and slowly breaking down the other’s psychological defenses to help them understand the preciousness of life anew.
This approach, Wen Xiangge was very skilled at.
Therefore, he didn’t imdiately choose to interact with neighbors at first but started with making so delicious als. The fridge in the kitchen had seasonal vegetables and fruits in the fresh-keeping layer. In the freezer layer, there was mutton and beef.
Although Bunker’s supplies were randomly obtained from Three Towers, quite a few people mastered culinary skills, earning a living through processing and preparing the supplies.
Wen Xiangge had this ability. He was grateful to anyone who could bring sixth-grade supplies because with these supplies, no one would go hungry for a while. The abundance of ingredients allowed the honing of food processing techniques.
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