Chapter 2 four night talk

When Professor Lan Cheng opened the door, there were two of his students standing at the door. He stared at the two big boys in front of him with unfathomable eyes. "Professor, I'm sorry, we came to your house without making an appointment with you. I'm really sorry." One of the thin boys in a checkered shirt kept rubbing his hands and said a little awkwardly. "But we couldn't help it anymore, we must come to visit you, please forgive me." Another tall boy added. The professor looked at them again for a few seconds, and smiled a little: "It's okay, please come in!"

The two boys sat on the professor's warm leather sofa. The professor poured them two cups of boiling water. The two quickly took them and thanked them repeatedly. The checkered boy looked at his watch and said apologetically, "Professor, it's only seven o'clock in the evening. We didn't bother you for dinner, did we?" Professor Lan shook his head gently: "I've already eaten. What can you do with me?" "That's right, professor. Both of us are students of the Chinese Department. You taught us psychology...Of course, you have taught so many students that you may have no impression of us..."

The Fangge boy paused for a moment, and then said, "We came to you because we encountered some problems that bothered us." Professor Lan nodded, as if this kind of thing was common to him, and it was not surprising. "Most of the people who come to me are because they have encountered problems that bother them." The professor said kindly. The Fanggezi boy seemed to be a little embarrassed to say: "Professor, you know, we both are from the Chinese Department, and we have always loved to create suspense and horror novels. Especially recently, we joined a suspense novel association. There, people who share common interests The students often get together to discuss and communicate. Last weekend, the members of the association gathered again. According to the usual practice, everyone present must tell a new horror story they made—”

Professor Lan nodded, motioning for him to continue. The checkered boy bit his lower lip: "We do this kind of activity every week, but the stories we hear every time are mediocre, sometimes even make people want to doze off - but last weekend was different, we Had a real, scary and tense night!" Professor Lan rubbed his chin: "It's because someone told a really creepy horror story, right?" The checkered boy raised his head: "Not one, but three." "I guess you must have had a very exciting night!" Professor Lan said with raised eyebrows. "Yes, in fact, all of us almost forgot our existence that night, engrossed in those stories, our moods rose and fell with the stories. At the same time, we were deeply shocked and felt that Incredible."

"Why?" Professor Lan asked. "Because every member of our Suspense Fiction Association is very aware of each other's strength. The stories created by those three people before were mediocre, and it can even be said to be a bit bad-but that night, they unexpectedly told Three such wonderful stories!" "What are the three stories?" "Let me tell the story," the tall boy said, "at the beginning of the night, a female student in the chemistry department told a protracted and boring horror story. Before everyone fell asleep, the members of the association A member said that now he wants to tell a story that can stimulate people's nerves, so he told a story called 'Nightmare'."

Having said that, the tall boy's eyes fixed on Professor Lan's expression. "Go on." Professor Lan put his hands on his chest and looked at him deeply. "After he finished, and before we could get over the horror, another guy started telling his story called 'Scary Movie' - and it gave us the chills. Then, the first The three stories "The World of Dior" that shocked us were wonderfully interpreted by another member - after listening to these stories, everyone present was stunned, and the students who prepared the stories behind were also dumbfounded. Go on."

"After that night, the two of us couldn't figure it out, and couldn't imagine how the three of them created these stories. So, the two of us pestered them every day, asking them to teach their creative experience. They were forced to do nothing. Finally admitted—all three stories are from Professor Lan—you heard it here. Professor, is that so?” Professor Lan smiled lightly, and nodded slightly: "Yes, I told them. But I don't understand, what exactly is the 'problem that bothers you' you just said?" "Professor, we are here to hope that you can give us some inspiration. Since you can tell them such wonderful horror stories, you must also tell us-what can most arouse people's curiosity and desire to explore ? What is the most feared and feared thing in human psychology?"

Professor Lan stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Do you know? Regarding the two questions you just raised, if you explain them theoretically and systematically from their roots, you can write two books on psychology." He said. "You mean... this question is too complicated?" The tall boy asked worriedly. Professor Lan waved his fingers lightly: "Before we solve any problem, we must first look at its original intention. Going back to what you proposed at the beginning - your purpose is to write a novel that is both suspenseful and frightening." novel, right?"

The two kept nodding. "That's easy," said the professor. "You don't need to delve into the secrets of human psychology at all. You just need to listen to me tell three more stories." "Professor!" The two boys became excited, "So you have three other stories that we haven't heard?" Professor Lan nodded slightly with a mysterious smile on his face. "That's great, Professor. Please tell me!" The two boys were all absorbed in the matter, sitting upright, looking at Professor Lan motionless. "But I have to make it clear first that these three stories are extremely terrifying, and listening to them may cause people to feel uncomfortable, such as nervousness and anxiety—are you sure you want to listen?"

"Of course! Professor, what we need is to get inspiration from these stories." The checkered boy said urgently. "Well, I have to make a statement first - if anything happens to you after hearing these three stories, or if anything happens, I have nothing to do with it - because you asked me to tell it. Right?" The two looked at each other, and the tall boy frowned slightly, and said, "Professor, we have heard the three stories you told them, and we have also seen hundreds of horror stories from all over the world... Your Can the three secondary stories really achieve that amazing effect?"

Professor Lan said noncommittally: "I can only tell you that the three stories this time are quite different from the previous ones. Before I tell them, I won't make too many comments. You can choose to listen or not to listen." The two boys looked at each other again, and finally said firmly: "Listen!" "That's good." Professor Lan nodded, "One last statement, I don't have to finish these three stories." "why?" "During the process of my telling, I will observe your expressions and movements. If I find that you are frightened after listening to the first story, I will not continue to tell the following stories." "Then... what if we weren't scared?" the tall boy asked. "I'll tell the second story." "Maybe the second story doesn't necessarily scare us either." "In that case, I'll talk about the third." The checkered boy was silent for a moment, and then said: "Professor, you only have three stories in total. What I want to know is, what if we don't scare us after the three stories are told? You know, We're both famously daring." After he finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Professor Lan, with a hint of provocation in his green eyes. Professor Lan held his chin with his left hand and looked at him for a while, then slowly said: "If this is the case, then I will only have to tell the fourth story, which is also my last story." "So, you have a fourth story!" The tall boy exclaimed. "But I have never told anyone about the fourth story, because most people insist on hearing the third story at most, and then they can't stand it anymore and don't want to listen to it anymore. So, I haven't told anyone about the third story until now. Four stories." The two boys opened their mouths slightly, but did not speak.They guessed in their hearts what the fourth story would be like. A few minutes later, the square-faced boy looked at Professor Lan Cheng with piercing eyes, and said, "Professor, it seems that we are going to challenge your 'fourth story' tonight." Professor Lan still maintained that meaningful smile, and he said: "Okay then, I will start telling the first story. If you feel scared in the middle of hearing it, you can ask me to stop, and I will stop telling it." Got it. Got it?"