The sky outside was pitch black. The bright and cold moonlight shines in through the glass of the window, and shines on the room on the second floor, reflecting the desolation and loneliness.
Zhang Fan sat up and stared out the window, lost in thought for a long time. After a while, his eyes gradually retracted, then he picked up his phone and glanced at the time, finding that it was already 1:30 in the morning.
There are less than 13 days left to live. This time, there was no chance of survival. About to die.
He is going to die. All the way through the maze scenes, struggling until now, it turns out that all of this is just a joke that has been planned by others.
There has never been any goddess of luck or infinite charm. Some are just conspiracies and false dreams.
In this farce, he is the clown who performs the joke. No one liked him, no one loved him.
In other words, even the friendliness shown by my aunt, cousin, and others during the Chinese New Year may be false.
There was silence again for a long, long time. Zhang Fan looked gloomy, sighed bitterly, and stood up from the sofa.
The shadow of death has hung over his head, and there is no hope of living. In this case, let yourself use this last time to do what you can for the people around you.
Come and make their lives better. I just hope that in the future, when they die, they can live happily and not be troubled by some annoying things.
After thinking about this, Zhang Fan's clenched fists gradually relaxed. For a moment, he felt a little relieved. Zhang Fan strode to the computer, turned on the host, then logged into Chicheng's author backend and found what he had written.
[End of Horror], he has written nearly 300,000 words so far, and it was just put on the shelves of Bamao a few days ago.
I haven't really started setting sail yet, and I didn't expect that today I would learn the bad news of my impending death. After a long silence, Zhang Fan posted all his saved manuscripts in one breath, then selected a chapter and hurriedly wrote a conclusion.
He thanked all readers for their love and support during this period. But after all, I still didn't accompany this book, and when it came to the end, I had no choice but to die young.
This is his own problem and he doesn't resent anyone. If I hadn't been too weak, had a bumpy fate, and been manipulated by others, and couldn't break free, maybe everything would have turned out differently.
No matter what, it's all coming to an end. Yes, when you truly die, everyone will be truly liberated.
That day, the information that the black leather manual wanted to tell him turned out to be this. When the clown's game is over, he will die.
An hour later, Zhang Fan wrote a closing speech of nearly 5,000 words and turned off the computer. The closing speech is not the main text, so when you write it, you don't need to use your brain to think. You just simply say something from your heart, so you write it very quickly.
After turning off the computer, Zhang Fan logged into Penguin again and told editor Hong Zhidou what he wanted to finish.
The moment these words were spoken, Hongzhidou immediately responded. He didn't expect it to be so late, it was already 1:30 in the morning, and he still hadn't slept.
Hongzhidou was very surprised and asked Zhang Fan why he chose to finish the book, because the book "The End of Horror" was just written not long ago, with only 300,000 words. It was a pity to finish it so early.
What's more, several chief editors at Chicheng are very optimistic about the book "The End of Terror". Hongzhidou did not type and send text, but directly sent voice.
He was extremely surprised and asked Zhang Fan what happened. In response to his inquiry, Zhang Fan just said that he was terminally ill and did not have a few days to live.
As soon as these words came out, Hongzhidou immediately fell into a deep silence, as if everyone was dumbfounded.
He didn't seem to expect that the reason Zhang Fan gave for the ending was that he had a terminal illness. After a minute of silence, Hongzhidou continued to ask what disease he had.
Zhang Fan thought for a while and said that the cancer was in the advanced stage. As soon as these three words were spoken, Hongzhidou was silent again.
Zhang Fan didn't chat too much with him. After telling him what he had accomplished, he exited the Penguin directly.
On the other side, looking at the voice message sent by Zhang Fan in the chat box, Hong Zhidou felt extremely complicated, and her palms were trembling uncontrollably.
After a long time, he shook his head bitterly, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth and lit it.
Zhang Fan turned off the computer, lay back on the sofa, and silently recalled everything that happened during this period. From the time he was selected by the Hell Maze, to participating in the maze scene for the first time, and meeting the terrifying Tooth Fairy, to later on, he made friends with ghosts one after another.
As well as the subsequent acquaintances with Feng Hui, Chu Chu, Su Qian, Ma Linger, Bai Chenxi and others. Everything was like an illusory dream, making him trapped in it and unable to extricate himself.
Perhaps, in the days without themselves, perhaps, in the time when they die, everyone will lose their memories and live happily.
All this is too extravagant for him, too far out of reach. Eventually, it's all over. ...But what Zhang Fan didn't know was that after he sent out his final words, the crowd of readers who were galloping around the country to pay attention to "The End of Terror" and stay up late were all in a panic.
A man in Daxiang City who had just finished making love with his girlfriend in the hotel and was smoking a post-event cigarette looked at it in boredom. When he saw that the "Horror End" he was paying attention to suddenly updated four or five chapters in a row, he suddenly felt a flash in front of his eyes. Liang, hurriedly clicked in.
But when I saw the title of the latest chapter, it was called Final Thoughts. For a moment, the man's eyes widened suddenly. He broke his guard and cursed, "You idiot!"
"Dear, what's wrong with you?" The man's girlfriend saw that he looked wrong and hurriedly got up from the bed and asked doubtfully.
"I chased his uncle's sudden eunuch! After all, I voted for him with a hundred monthly votes, and it's over? Are you kidding me?" The man was extremely angry and cursed as he entered the closing speech.
After a while, the man's expression gradually became lonely, he sighed heavily, and secretly said, "It's such a pity that I am so jealous of Yingcai."
When his girlfriend saw this, she became even more confused and didn't understand what happened. The man looked back at his girlfriend and whispered: "The author who wrote this has a terminal illness and is going to die!" There are many, many readers with the same attitude as this man.
A reader who stayed up all night in an Internet cafe took advantage of the opportunity when he was killed by a boss in the game and was resurrected. He opened the game and took a look at the book he was chasing. He was very excited that "The End of Horror" had an unprecedented update. But then Seeing that the latest chapter was the final speech, he was so angry that he took off his headphones and threw them aside.
The couple who finished opening the shop sent the last wave of diners away. When they were closing the shop, they saw the updated closing remarks of "The End of Horror". The male boss was so angry that he kicked the stool away.
His grandma finally met someone he liked very much, why did it end like this? If I had known this, I would not have rewarded that alliance leader.
You're cheating, pay for it, pay for it quickly! !
