Horror stories personally experienced by horror novelist Zhou Dedong

Chapter 30: Midnight Show (6)
I trembled a bit, but instead of turning my head to the man right away, I stared warily at this self-proclaimed Evergreen.

He turned slowly to look.

I found that when he turned his head, it seemed that his neck would not turn, and his body turned with his head, stiff.This action makes people chill.

I suddenly came back to my senses and felt that laughter was very familiar, as if it was Yiwen.I quickly turned my head to look, and then said to Chang Qing: "It's Yiwen."
He turned his head stiffly: "Which Yiwen?"
"Your TV station. Just wait for me." I said as I stood up and walked over.

It really was Yiwen. He was holding a very delicate mobile phone and was talking to someone.

I patted him on the shoulder.

He glanced at me, nodded, and motioned for me to sit down.

I sat across from him and looked over his shoulder at the security guard.

He held the water glass in both hands, shaking his legs constantly, as if he was very irritable.

After a while, Yiwen finally hung up the phone.

"Are you here too?" I asked.

"I was waiting for a friend. Who did you come with?"
I lowered my voice and said, "That security guard..."
He turned his head and looked: "Where is it?"
I pointed to his back: "There."
At this time, the security guard had already stood up. He picked up the glass of ice water and walked over slowly. His expression was exactly the same as that on the TV.

He walked up to Yiwen, put the glass of water on the table gently, looked straight at Yiwen and said, "Teacher, drink water."
Yiwen looked at him, then at me, and said, "Okay...thank you."
Then the security guard turned his eyes to me and said, "I'm leaving?"
I said, "You, can you sit down for a while?"
"No, I have to go back to bed and have to be on duty tomorrow."
"Oh, then you go back first, we will see you another day."
"goodbye."
"Goodbye." I said with Yiwen.

The security guard walked out.

When he went out, he looked back at us, and Yiwen and I hurriedly looked away.

After he closed the door, Yiwen asked me, "What did you talk to him about?"
"Nothing."
Yiwen changed the topic: "Now, the third TV horror novel has been recorded. I have read so many horror novels about bugs, but I still think the first one is the best."
"Do you like bugs?" I asked him suddenly.

"Me?" Yiwen smiled: "I like it."
"why?"
"I like things without bones. You say, birds, monkeys, fish, they look exactly like that. You can see them on TV and in biology textbooks. They are so familiar. But insects are different. They're oddly shaped, they're all kinds of things, and they're fun."
"I really didn't expect that."
"I also often try to get close to bugs."
"Then you have to look like bugs, or they'll scare away."
"You must like bugs too? Otherwise, you wouldn't be writing about it."
"No no no, I'm afraid of that thing."
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"They've got so many legs and they're so dense like hair, it's disgusting to look at."
"Actually, people are worms the other way around."
His words startled me.

The fourth Friday, zero o'clock.

My wife is away on a business trip, and I am the only one left at home.I locked all the doors, sat in front of the TV, and turned on the TV.

The wind finally stopped on this day, the moon outside was very round, and the dew was heavy and the wind was light.

Today is my third story about bugs.

Yiwen sat in a piece of wild grass, his face was dark.The moon in the sky is crooked and scarlet, like a greedy eye.

Of course, this show was not filmed on location, but on the stage, using props and lighting to create such an environment.

The story goes like this:

There was a monk who had a fixed Buddha heart and was dedicated to goodness. He walked carefully for fear of stepping on an insect to death.

One night, while he was meditating and chanting sutras, a black worm crawled out of the futon.

This worm was very strange, its body was long, without a single hair, and it was naked, with a strange light that flickered uncomfortably in the dark.It seemed to be enduring some kind of extreme pain, and its body was writhing anxiously.

It climbed onto the monk's body wagging its head and wagging its tail, and moved around.It crawled over the monk's hands and feet, over the monk's neck, over the monk's face. . . . . .

The monk remained motionless and continued to maintain meditation.

In the end, the worm almost crawled all over the monk's body. Finally, it crawled down and walked away wagging its head and tail.

After a while, the monk began to writhe, feeling uneasy.All the places where the bugs crawled were extremely itchy, and the routes the bugs walked formed a web on his body.

He jumped up and scratched painfully, but it was useless, he became more and more uncomfortable, and finally tore the cassock and scratched his whole body dripping with blood. . . . . .

He was sent down the mountain and sent to the hospital, but none of the doctors could cure him.

The monk became hysterical, like that black shining bug, full of anxiety, shaking his head and tail, running in the barren hills.He looked for that bug with red eyes.

Finally, he found one next to a stone, he rushed over, grabbed it accurately in his hand, bit it off in one bite, and began to chew. . . . . .

A worm changed a monk's Buddha nature.

Unexpectedly, after a while, the itching on his body gradually disappeared, and he returned to his previous appearance.

This is a pest.It hides anywhere in the dark.

Today, Yiwen did a good job, he told this story bloody.

(End of this chapter)