Late Night Bookstore

At the end of the dinner, he accompanied his wife to wash the dishes, and then accompanied the children to play parent-child games for a while. After comforting the children to sleep, he also returned to his room.

The wife was bathing in the bathroom in the room, and the water gurgled, which made people feel itchy.

He lay on the bed with his hands on his pillow and looked at the wedding photo hanging on the wall.

In the photo, he was still young at the time, and his wife Fenghua Zhengmao.

Lying down,

He squinted,

Fell asleep again.

I don't know how long I slept. When he woke up, it was dark all around. He reached out in the darkness and fumbled, and turned on the light.

The bed was still the same bed, but only lying alone.

silently,

He sat up from the bed,

Curled his body.

A feeling of loneliness and cold is coming to him,

Some broken pictures began to appear in my mind.

dark clouds,

lightning,

heavy rain,

living room,

sofa……

He felt more and more difficult to breathe, a mood called "despair" was covering him, and a large goosebump began to appear on his body.

He dare not walk out of the bedroom,

Dare not push the door open,

He was afraid he could not hear the voice of the child,

Afraid of not seeing his wife,

More afraid of going down the stairs,

Seeing the sofa in the living room...

"Hoo... Huh......... Huh..."

He gasped heavily, but his brain became blank.

Struggling, like a thief, he crept open the door, closed his eyes, covered his ears, and rushed into the study next door according to the impression in memory.

"Snapped!"

The moment I closed the study door,

He only felt that a stone had fallen to the ground.

The muddy eyes looked at the pen lying quietly on the desk,

It seems that I have found my own support.

He walked over,

Pick up the pen,

Open the blank book,

He took out his wife's book "Double-faced Man" and began to copy it.

He is ecstasy,

He is addicted,

In addition to copying text,

He had no other thoughts, nor did he dare.

No one urged him, but he treasured his time exceptionally.

He wrote quickly, and the writing began to become scribbled, because he couldn't wait long in his heart.

He didn't notice,

His skin has begun to wrinkle, like the elm bark that has lost moisture, and he hasn't noticed that his eye sockets have been slowly sunken. Before he was thirty years old, he had large white hair on his head.

Pen ink

Still like it will never run out,

Can always write words,

No need to add.

Writing writing,

When the sky turns white, the sky becomes dark again.

There was a bell ringing over the door, he stood up suddenly, pushed open the door and went out.

Standing on the second floor,

He saw that his wife had walked past,

Opened the door,

There are guests visiting,

It is said to be a **** female fan of his wife.

The laughter of the children came again,

They watched cartoons on the living room sofa.

Seeing this scene,

He grinned,

Laughed.

Even if he was already very haggard,

The chapped lips seemed to be soaked with blood.

Write,

Write,

Copy one copy and copy the next one,

He couldn't stop at all,

Unwilling to stop,

I forgot to eat and drink,

I forgot to sleep,

In addition to occasionally hearing out and seeing out,

Look at his wife,

Look at your children again,

Then come back to continue writing.

He was afraid that if he didn’t write,

They will not be seen.

The wife’s horror stories are all based on the villa of his own family, so there is this family, her, and children in the story.

Under the study lamp,

There is a figure copying a book at the desk,

The silhouette is very thin,

The light as thin as the desk lamp seemed to penetrate him.

More and more words are written, and more and more books are copied,

Gradually,

The young man is getting thinner and heavier,

When suddenly one day,

He copied another book,

When putting down the pen,

The legs are already as thin as two chopsticks,

There is only a tight layer of skin on the face that still sticks to it,

In the eye socket, the eyes were no longer visible, and only two ghost-like lights were circulating and flickering...

He opened the door tremblingly,

Went out,

He heard the voice of his wife,

I also heard the voices of my children.

all of these,

It’s so beautiful,

So beautiful,

This is nature,

It is my persistence and hope to live.

I don’t feel bitter or tired,

What is bitter, what... tired?

He dared not go down with his hand on the railing. He just watched silently, listened silently, and enjoyed his own years of tranquility.

At this time,

He vaguely heard,

His wife is crying.

My own children are also crying.

He froze for a moment,

why?

Why cry?

family,

Neat and tidy,

Live together happily,

Why cry?

He was a little flustered and a little confused. He grasped the stair railing with both hands and walked down step by step very hard.

Down the stairs,

It was also a huge challenge for him at this time.

He was afraid of falling down,

If you might fall yourself,

Will directly fall into a ball of powder.

He is not afraid of falling into powder,

I’m afraid no one transcribed it,

No one continued to pick up the pen to write.

But he is still going on,

He wants to ask his wife and children,

What the **** happened,

Why cry?

at last,

He walked up the stairs,

He was panting, humping, unable to stand up, and groping to move on.

He came to the living room and saw the sofa in the center.

The wife sits in the middle,

The children are on both sides.

The wife is crying,

The son is crying,

The daughter is crying,

On the ground,

There are many playground facilities around Alaska, and there are many masks, cloaks, faces, shadows, all kinds of horror things lingering and flickering.

In the midst,

You can still hear how many dead souls are wailing, crying, and roaring!

Cut it all,

All are characters, scenes, props that have appeared in his wife's horror novels.

He didn't think there was anything strange or big.

He opened his mouth and wanted to ask his wife and children.

you guys,

What are you crying for?

We are still alive, we can still be together,

Very beautiful,

Is not it?

But he could only make a hoarse voice, like a mosquito, and could not speak at all.

The wife's eyes began to drip blood,

The same is true in the eyes of children,

This scene,

Frightened him.

The wife climbed off the sofa with the children,

Crawling towards him.

He saw his wife’s hands clutching his legs, pleading, praying, crying,

He saw the same for his two children.

"Honey, let me go, let me go, I can't stand it, I can't stand this torture anymore, I can't stand it anymore, let me go, please, dear, let me go ,Let me go…………"

"Dad, please let us go... this is terrible, every day is painful, so scared..."

"Dad, please beg us to let us go, neither my sister nor I can stand it, I can't stand it..."

Looking at himself,

The faces of wives and children distorted by pain,

There was a burst of thunder in his mind,

He stumbled backwards,

Shaking his head,

Unbelievable.

why,

why,

How could this be,

Do not,

impossible,

impossible!

The original cold reality,

After being covered with a beautiful veil, it gives a beautiful illusion.

The illusion is an illusion after all.

He crawled on the ground,

Hold the head in both hands.

Since these days, he has been copying and writing in the study, never going out.

But in the outside world,

He still appeared in front of people every day, in the factory commanded the dispatch of workers to complete orders, and even after a problem with the last housekeeping aunt, he also found a housekeeping nanny again.

all of these,

He did it,

But he didn’t know,

I don't know.

He only knows,

When his wife and children prayed to let him go before him,

He collapsed,

Fall into a kind of confusion.

The sight has also become a little blurred,

In this blurred vision,

He saw the body of his wife and children on the sofa when he saw the new aunt’s door, and issued a scream. There was still a "posthumous letter" written by his wife on the coffee table. It was what the wife said when he asked him to let go. This kind of instinct was also written in the same way as copying the wife's published book, and it was written in black and white.

This, together with the bruises on his wife and children a long time ago, became evidence of his conviction for domestic violence.

The entanglement between reality and virtuality,

It collapsed again and again in his mind and was reshaped again and again. In prison, he had a lot of time to think and reorganize his thoughts.

and so,

He has a sense of the prison environment,

Thank you very much.

It is a gratitude from the heart.

…………

The eyes of the memories slowly disappear,

The corner of his mouth gradually outlined an arc,

He tried to regain his life in the past, but he discovered an amazing reality,

He exists,

But it does not exist,

The people around him could see him and talk to him. The prison leaders also praised him. The text he wrote could still be published.

But he,

Does it really exist?

He perceives himself as a real ghost,

Spectres that are not ghosts,

But everyone knows you,

And you,

But does not exist,

This is a paradox and a torture.

He spent more than four years in prison before he realized these things.

Looking at the terrified woman in front of her,

He opened his mouth,

Made a "shush" lip gesture,

then,

Slowly:

"Perhaps, I know how to use this pen."

"Yes... what is it..."

The woman from Naiheqiao looked at the man in front of him with a heartfelt fear.

"That is to let yourself be a character in the story, not a...live person."

The prisoner took a deep breath,

Leaning back on the chair,

"So, why is it going so smoothly, you can find me right out of hell,

Smoothly,

It’s like the arranged plot of the plot,

Is it? "

The woman nodded,

Yes,

Too smooth.

"Ha ha…………"

The prisoner smiled,

"I'm sorry to tell you that this story, I am not capable enough, has collapsed...

Sorry,

I'm tired of you,

And me,

Let's disappear together. "

………………

In the bedroom on the second floor of the bookstore,

Attorney An, who just helped Lao Dao untie his bond, sat by the bed. Lao Dao ran down and wiped the safflower oil. Zhang Yanfeng was in a coma after being stopped by Lao An.

But the breathing has stabilized and the heartbeat has appeared. After sleeping, it is estimated that he can really wake up. Everything is developing in a good direction.

Attorney An thought this was a bit magical, and let a normal dead soul who had just died die by corpse, and actually made it.

While wiping the water droplets on her hair with a towel, she picked up the "Prison News" magazine.

Randomly flipped,

The first half of the magazine is the prison leaders’ speeches and propaganda,

Behind is the sentiment and experience written by prisoners in prison,

It's interesting to watch.

Watching watching,

Flipped to the last page,

Ok?

Attorney An froze for a moment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ has reached the last page,

But something seems to be missing,

It seems that there should have been an article here, I seem to have read it,

It was gone.

it's me,

misremembered?

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