Horror stories personally experienced by horror novelist Zhou Dedong

Chapter 33: Midnight Show (9)
However, this can't fool me, because those eyeballs hidden in the fur are staring at me, some eyeballs are staring at my eyes, some are staring at the broom in my hand, and some are staring at me ears and eyes, and some eyeballs staring at my hair. . . . . .

I lifted my foot and stepped on it hard, and it shattered limply.

I raised my feet and looked, its corpse was already torn apart, many eyeballs had burst, only one eyeball rolled aside, shining round and dim, still staring at me.

I stepped on it again, and this eyeball was also broken.

I leaned against the wall and started thinking wildly.

I trampled a spider to death, which would have been a big deal, but I'm worried that tomorrow morning I'll see a disfigured body strewn in the bathroom.

He is Changqing, the security guard of the suburban TV station.

In that case, I would be a murderer, a perverted murderer who mutilates corpses.

Moreover, I can't even bury the body, at least Yiwen knows that Changqing came to my house in the middle of the night last night.
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If a person is sentenced to death for killing a spider, it will be an unprecedented event in the history of human environmental protection.

I went back to the living room exhausted and sat down on the sofa.My brain is like a wheel without lubricating oil. It is difficult, heavy, and slow. It turns "creakingly" and turns. . . . . .

I don't know how long it took, but I vaguely heard someone calling me: "Zhou Dedong..."
I shivered, but didn't wake up completely.

That voice continued to call tremblingly: "Zhou Dedong...I'm right here..."
I opened my eyes hard, and someone was indeed calling me.

"Zhou Dedong..."
I stood up drowsily and walked towards the bathroom, which was still dark.

"it's me......"
Only then did I hear someone calling me outside the door.

"Who!" I can't stand similar blows anymore.

"It's me, Yiwen."
I looked up at the watch on the wall, it was five fourteen in the morning.

"What are you doing here so early?" I asked through the door.

"You open the door."
"I ask you, what are you doing here?"
"What's wrong with you? At night, you called me with such a panicked tone. In the end, you said 'it's over', and the phone was disconnected. I was very worried, so I ran here."
My heart is relieved.

As soon as I was sure that he was my kind, I suddenly felt that he was very kind, and immediately reached out to unlock the door, but my hand froze again.

I thought of an important question, which is enough to make me lose my trust in him-doesn't he know where my family lives?Now, how did he suddenly find it?
I retracted my hand and said in a low voice: "Yiwen, didn't you tell me on the phone last night that you don't know where my family lives?"
He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and immediately said: "I don't know, otherwise, I would have rushed over at night! I waited until dawn, and only then did I get your home address from our camera..."
Yes, that cameraman came to my house, and she dropped by to pick up some manuscripts of horror novels.It seems that there is nothing wrong with this art.

I finally opened the door.

Yiwen entered in one step.

"What happened?" he asked.

I said in frustration: "You come in and talk about it..."
Yiwen followed me into the living room and sat on the sofa.

I told the ins and outs of the matter.

He suddenly laughed.

"What’s wrong with you?"
He looked into my eyes steadily and said, "Actually, I am like this Chang Qing. When I was young, I played hide-and-seek, and no one could find me..."
I stared at him blankly: "What do you mean?"
"It's not interesting. I just want to tell you why I hide and others can't find me."
"why?"
"I'm home."
"You mean..."
"I don't know if he is, though."
My bathroom is indeed very close to the anti-theft door.However, the sound of the anti-theft door is very loud, and I didn't hear a little sound.

"...why did he do that?"
"I think he is a rural person who doesn't know the rules, and left quietly after untying his hands."
"It's too far-fetched. Besides, after he disappeared, I obviously turned on the light in the bathroom, turned it around, and the light was turned off!"
Yiwen picked up the flashlight and went to the bathroom.After he came out, he laughed and said, "The tungsten wire is blown."
I froze for a moment, and then said, "Why did it blow out at this time?"
"Zhou Dedong..." Yiwen looked at my face and said, "I want to say something to you, don't mind..."
"I won't. What's wrong with me?"
"Your horror novels are well written and scary, but don't focus too much on your work..."
"why?"
He hesitated for a moment and didn't speak.

"Say, what do you mean?"
He stared into my eyes, and finally said softly: "I saw the shadow of schizophrenia in your novel..."
My heart seemed to fall into the ice cellar at once.

He continued to observe my face, and said cautiously: "I thought that you were so frightened when you noticed that the security guard was showing signs of burglary, but I didn't expect...you are a writer, you must be better than me. I understand that the inner demon is the most terrifying, once lost in it, it will become an infinite repeating decimal, and you will never be able to get out..."
It dawned on me that the word schizophrenia was taboo to me, I dreaded hearing it.Is there really something wrong with me?

"I hope I'm worrying too much..." He whispered again.

"I'm sure I don't have any problem, it's him!" I suddenly became a little distraught.The tougher it is, the more confident it is.

(End of this chapter)