The next day I told Yandi and Congcong about my experience and asked them to read "There are ghosts every night". They laughed after reading it.

"You can still write this stuff? I thought you would just sleep and watch cartoons online!" Emperor Yan laughed at me, "You even built a special forum."

"I didn't create this forum." I said.

"Why isn't it you?" Emperor Yan pointed to the only post in the forum, "Look, the author is 'Writer Uomu', don't tell me you don't have this name." Emperor Yan lit a cigarette and stopped paying attention.

I.

It's true. I took a closer look at the forum owner, and it turned out that he was actually called "Writer Uoki" and his profile picture looked like the cover of a novel.

Novel? There is a ghost every night? What is it?

Not as good as Baidu.

I typed "There is a ghost in the night" in Baidu, and the first thing that appeared was "There is a ghost in the night_Original first release_Novel Reading Network", and the small characters below were "Uomu's novel "There is a ghost in the night" was originally published in Novel

Reading Network.”

Strange, what does this mean? When did I publish the novel?

I quickly clicked on the novel page and found that this was really a newly published online novel. It was published on April 11 this year. The author is called Uoki. The author's avatar is the masked photo in the post bar. It has been published.

It's been a hundred and one nights, but it stopped updating on July 4th. The title for the first few days was "Mask".

The author's announcement reads, "Umu, you must update and complete the second volume, One Hundred Nights. After it is completed, you will know the meaning of this."

Is this... is this meant for me? Somehow, I suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in my heart. In fact, maybe this author was deliberately motivating me, and this author happens to have the same name as me, and even has the same friends.

name……

is it possible?

Why?

There are simply too many doubts. Anyway, nothing special happened, so it’s better to just ignore it.

I turned off the computer and threw the white mask I kept in the cabinet into the trash can outside the school.

Not only that, I even called my girlfriend to accompany her to study. No matter what I do, I just want to forget such a strange encounter. I always have an ominous premonition.

I didn't dare to tell my girlfriend about these experiences. Although she asked me why my face looked so strange, I still didn't say anything. She wasn't very courageous. Don't scare her. I was already a little scared.

Of course I would be scared. We both studied by ourselves until 8:30 in the evening. When we were preparing to go back to our dormitories, of course we had to pack our schoolbags. However, I never expected that when I was packing my schoolbag, I actually touched something in my schoolbag.

A hard plastic product.

Of course, it's the white mask.

At this time, my phone rang with a text message again.

A username and a password.

Then there was another text message.

This time the text message was a row of Arabic numerals.

Continuing, there was another text message.

"This is the password to the Writers Center."

Back in the dormitory, I quickly turned on the computer. I knew exactly what the password was, but what would happen if I entered that password?

The account number and password in the first text message are the account number and password for logging into the website, and the second password is the password for the Writer Center.
Chapter completed!