curse

Chapter 5

This is an ordinary building by the Suzhou River. Because it faces the river, the housing prices here have risen recently. One of the buildings has just been built, so at night, almost the entire building is dark, except for a window on the top floor. The lights were still on.

Inside this window is a room that has just been renovated. There is no furniture in the room. There is only a computer near the window. This computer is turned on almost all night. Luo Zhou sits in front of the computer and writes his script.He glanced at the time, and it was almost 11 o'clock. From the time he finished dinner to now, he only typed less than 300 words like squeezing a tube of dried-up toothpaste. On the computer screen, it was erased over and over again, and painted over and over again.

The air conditioner in the room hadn't been installed yet, and Luo Zhou opened the window to let the wind by the river mess up his long hair.His hair was long, but not shoulder-length, and that, combined with his well-shaped face, made it difficult for others to guess what he was doing.

In fact, he didn't do anything at all, having worked as an editor at a traditional publication a few years ago before that publication closed down because its circulation was down to a few hundred copies, and he was out of a job.

Luo Zhou has always liked a free life, and he writes for various newspapers and magazines.In the beginning, none of the articles were published, probably because the content he wrote was similar to that of Borges and Calvino. Although he finally wrote a tearful love story, people still said they could not understand it, or Said that only he can understand it.Later, Luo Zhou became realistic and began to write some "documentary" emotional stories. Although they were called "documentary", they were actually more bourgeois than Qiong Yao.But to his own surprise, he was adopted, which enabled him to support himself.

Now, Luo Zhou and a few friends have set up a theater troupe. He is in charge of writing and directing the screenplay. Next month, their first play will be performed in public, but until now, the script is still unfinished.But the performance has already been decided, and the actors have already started rehearsing according to the part of the script that has been completed.During the day he directed rehearsals in the small theater, and at night he stayed at home and wrote the notebook. He was worried that what would happen if the notebook was not finished on the day of the performance, and his friends who invested in the troupe would chop off his fingers.Luo Zhou boasted that his fingers could type a copy of "Waiting for Godot" on the keyboard overnight.After hearing his story, his friends actually invested in the formation of this troupe, and helped him contact the venue and time of the performance.A gust of wind blew, and he shivered violently, staring at the incomplete notebook on the computer.

Luo Zhou continued typing on the keyboard——

Act III - Valley of the Graves
The background is a desolate desert and valley, and several animal and human skull models are placed on the stage.It was night, and there was a crooked moon hanging on the curtain.The sound of howling wind came out from the stereo.

(Enter the prince)

Prince (Looking around, stretching out his hands): Where is this? (Looking up at the sky) The night is already dark, and the new moon has risen. I followed the funeral convoy and set foot on the road to the Valley of the Tombs.The surrounding area is desolate and uninhabited, the strong wind blows, and the sky is full of sand (covers eyes with hands), (suddenly stepping on a bone with a foot, screaming in panic) Ah, this is, look, (panicked) people The bones of horses and horses are piled up on the roadside. Perhaps, throughout the ages, countless people have died on this road. (Painful) No, no, Lanna, Lanna, where did they take you, if you hear my call, can you answer me?

What should I write next?Luo Zhou had a headache again, maybe he should build a mechanism under the stage, and then put a smoke screen to make Lanna's soul appear in a terrifying atmosphere.Then, Lanna's soul gave advice to the prince in a false voice, telling the prince that she was framed as a witch, and Xiang Yuyun's grievances were relieved, and she confessed her love for the prince, but warned the prince not to move forward, or she would lose her life .In short, it must be ghostly, so as to attract the attention of the audience, otherwise the audience will fall asleep in their seats.But in this way, will anyone say that he plagiarized Shakespeare's "Hamlet"?It is also a prince, and it is also the apparition of the dead to tell the truth, but it just turns the king into a beautiful weak woman.Thinking of this, Luo Zhou fell into a predicament again, what should he do next?

He finally stood up, moved his sore shoulders, and then stood in front of the window, looking at the night outside the window. In the darkness, the water of Suzhou Creek could not be seen clearly, and he could only vaguely distinguish the rows of trees on the embankments on both banks. willow tree.Another gust of wind from the river made him feel better, so he decided to go for a walk.

Five minutes later, Luo Zhou came to the river. The green trees and embankments here made him feel more relaxed. He sucked in the air here, even though he knew that the plants released carbon dioxide at night.He is very familiar with this place. He grew up near here. In his childhood memory, Suzhou Creek is a black and smelly river like a drainage ditch. Such barges brought in boatloads of watermelons and yellow sand.But now he felt very comfortable, he raised his head, there was almost nothing in the starry sky tonight, it was terribly dark, only the lights flickering in the surrounding high-rise buildings.After moving here, this is the seventh time he has run down for a walk in the middle of the night. It is very quiet here. In fact, as long as he walks around the river, he can always see something in the quietness. Come to some inexplicable inspiration and write down the script more or less.

However, what he saw this time became his nightmare.First, the silence was broken by the sound of the motorcycle. Luo Zhou stood among the green trees, watching a motorcycle slowly driving up on the small road under the embankment. There seems to be something wrong with the guy on the bike.Luo Zhou couldn't tell what was wrong, but he felt a little strange. The motorcycle was getting slower and slower, and finally it gradually turned off, but the man riding the motorcycle was pushing his feet backwards to make the wheels of the motorcycle go towards the ground. Roll forward.It seemed that something went wrong, and then the man took off his helmet and threw it on the ground. The sound of the hard helmet hitting the ground was very sharp, which surprised Luo Zhou.Then the man threw his head back, almost lying on the seat.

The appearance of that person stirred up the "inspiration" that Luo Zhou was pursuing, and made him shrouded in restless emotions again. He said "unlucky" to himself, and then walked out of the bushes and crossed the road.The motorcycle was still parked on the road. When Luo Zhou was crossing the road, he happened to pass by the motorcycle. He couldn't help but want to take a look at the man, so he moved closer to the man. He guessed that the guy might have passed by. Fell asleep in the seat.

But Luo Zhou guessed wrong, the motorcycle rider suddenly sat up straight and looked straight at his face.They were very close, and under a dim street lamp, Luo Zhou could vaguely see the man's face.The guy was wearing a black sportswear, and his hair was messy. He looked about the same age as Luo Zhou, but his face was red, his eyes were cloudy, and there was a lot of bad smell of alcohol coming out of his nostrils. He was really drunk.Luo Zhou didn't want to talk to him, it's not bad to let him sleep in the car overnight like this, it's better than driving around on a motorcycle while he's drunk.However, that guy grabbed Luo Zhou's hand, which caught Luo Zhou off guard. For a moment, he thought he had encountered a robber, or at least the other party was drunk and crazy.He wanted to break free, but he didn't expect that the man's hands were so powerful that he couldn't break free. Those hands seemed to be engaged in some kind of outdoor work.Luo Zhou was a little anxious, and really wanted to stretch out his other hand to punch him, but the man suddenly spoke: "Help me!"

The voice was very low and muddy, with a pungent smell of alcohol, Luo Zhou couldn't hear it clearly.

So the man said again: "Help me!"

This time Luo Zhou finally heard clearly, maybe it was just a drunken man talking nonsense, or maybe he really needed some kind of help, maybe the car broke down, or some kind of sudden illness.However, the voice of the man made Luo Zhou shudder. The voice seemed to come from hell, with a strong voice.Moreover, the man's eyes were almost desperate when he spoke, his eyes were wide open, and Luo Zhou felt that the man's eyeballs were protruding from their sockets.

Help me——At this moment, Luo Zhou's ears seemed to be filled with these three words.

How to save him?Luo Zhou was very confused, his hand was still tightly held by the other party, and his wrist was burning hot.In desperation, he took out his mobile phone and called 120 for emergency services. He thought this guy might have had a heart attack due to excessive drinking.

Suddenly, the man let go of Luo Zhou's hand, and put his hand on the handlebar of the motorcycle again. The guy started the motorcycle, and the sound of the exhaust pipe once again pierced the peaceful night sky by the river.

"Hey, you can't drive it anymore." Luo Zhou wanted to remind him.

But the man ignored him, he didn't even want the helmet, and just sped out like this, accelerating, accelerating again, Luo Zhou watched the motorcycle go away, thinking that guy must have gone crazy.

The Suzhou Creek made a bend in front, facing a row of green trees and embankments, so there was a bend on the small road.Luo Zhou saw the speeding motorcycle driving along the road by the river. After sprinting for 100 meters with extraordinary acceleration, the motorcycle did not make a turn, but continued to go straight.Oh my god, Luo Zhou gasped, and he yelled loudly: "Be careful!"

However, the motorcycle still hit the embankment directly at a speed of nearly [-] kilometers per hour, and the rider was immediately bounced up, his whole body was lifted into the sky, and then fell slowly to the center of the road.Unfortunately, Luo Zhou saw the man's head hit the ground first.

The motorcycle was lying across the road, and the wheels continued to turn, but the asphalt was covered with brains. The man's body seemed to be still twitching nervously. Luo Zhou felt uncomfortable in his stomach, lying on the side of the road and vomiting up.

(End of this chapter)