Horror stories personally experienced by horror novelist Zhou Dedong

Chapter 20 Maze (4)
"Put it in my body, close the lid, it's safe."
She walked towards me slowly as she spoke.

Suddenly I am not afraid anymore.Before my eyes were red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, they were surging, entangled, churning, clamoring, in a state of confusion.

Her pale skin, blood-red lips, and black eye sockets covered me, and the strong fragrance overwhelmed me at once. . . . . .

She hugged me and kissed me madly.

I felt that her body was very soft, as if she had no bones.

I did not resist.Only fools resist.

At this time, my mobile phone rang suddenly.

I pushed her away and answered the phone.It's Mrs.

I was making up lies, and my heart was very nervous, because she was by my side, and I was afraid of her coughing, sneezing, laughing, or losing her temper suddenly. . . . . .

She didn't cough, sneeze, laugh, or throw a fit. She watched my wife and I talk on the phone quietly, like a plastic mannequin in a clothing store.

Finally, I put down the phone.

She said softly, "I'm going to take a shower, you wait for me."
I nodded.

Then, she went to the bathroom.

I lay on the bed, looking at the flickering candles, recalling the scene just now. . . . . .

After a while, she came out.No sooner had she appeared than the second candle near the door went out.

I suddenly remembered an old foreign novel with a similar plot.

Could it be that the wind that came in through the crack of the door blew it out?Why didn't the first root die?I feel this is very mysterious.

She hugged me again. . . . . .

I didn't expect to develop so quickly with her, so it was impossible to prepare condoms.

I said, "Not safe..."
She said softly, "It's okay."
"why?"
"Die Xian said."
Desire burns fear to ashes, and she and I have sex in full swing.

When it was over, I smoked a cigarette, got dressed, and tentatively said, "I have to go home."
She hugged my neck and said softly, "Can't you just stay in my body? --- I'm transparent, you can see outside."
I seem to see that I am contained in a transparent bottle, like a naked ginseng soaked in a wine bottle, looking out pitifully. . . . . .

"I can't understand you." I said as I stood up, "When I go back, I can recommend someone who can understand you."
There are so many male poets, just help her find one.Maybe, they will be like glue together and become a good love story.

She sighed and said: "I have been looking for wine and water. Wine and water are good men. When I am broken, they will flow around and disappear with me. But you are a puff of smoke, I am broken If you fly, you are still you."
And soy sauce, they are all good men - I added in my heart.

"I'll call you later, goodbye." I walked out the door.I figured it was impossible for me to go.

Sure enough, she got out of bed naked and blocked me: "The bottle cap is still on, you can't get out."
I sat back on the bed and looked at her.Her smooth body is really like a beautiful bottle in the moonlight.

She smiled with satisfaction.

I suddenly said, "Can you take another shower?"
She thought for a moment and said, "Wait for me."
Then, she walked into the bathroom again.

I lit the dead candle and waited quietly for her.I'm going to do another experiment.

She came out quickly.As soon as she appeared, the second candle "suddenly" went out again.

My heart jumped violently, and I said, "I'll take a shower too." Then I went into the bathroom and locked the door.

While taking a half-hearted shower, I was thinking hard—what the hell is this woman?
When I came out, she was leisurely smashing those bottles on the ground, and there were broken glass all over the floor.The sound hurts: "Crack! Crack! Crack!......"
I said, "What are you doing?"
When she saw me coming out, she stood up, took a bottle of whiskey, and said, "Come on, let's finish this bottle."
"I can not drink."
"Look, I'm running low on my collection and need to replenish my bottles."
I picked up my cell phone and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go out and call my wife."
She said, "You go."
I picked up the phone and walked out.

There was no one outside, only those lanterns were still dimly lit.

The wind is very cold.I wrapped my thin clothes tightly.

I kind of regret it.On the night of the millennium, which is once in a thousand years, and the night of the century, which is once in a hundred years, how did I end up in such a ghostly place?

The bell in the temple rang, "Dang-dang-dang-dang-"
I know this moment is the cross century.

I'm not excited, I'm not sad, I don't feel anything.I just thought, where did this woman come from?Where to go?
I don't want to talk nonsense with her anymore, I'm tired of it.

However, I didn't have the courage to break my face and leave her resolutely, which must have dire consequences.Although I don't know what the consequences are.

I didn't want to make a phone call when I came out. I wanted to find her car and see the license plate.

I wonder what region she is from.

She is too ethereal, I want to grab something of her, even a corner of her clothes.

I walked through the dark and silent temple.An unlucky bat almost hit my eye.I guess it's the one whose wings scraped against some "attic" window.

After searching for a long time, I finally saw a car outside the mountain gate.

It was a car of unknown make, with a strange style.It was parked in the dark, unfathomable through the windows.

(End of this chapter)