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Chapter 49 Two Good Friends

Nobody sees it, only you - it's scary.

However, everyone has seen it, only you have not seen it-this is even more terrifying.

This morning, Fu Shi brought breakfast to the table.

Bread, ham, fried eggs, milk.

The writer stared down at his feet and walked over step by step.

Mijia and Fu Shi sat at the dining table, looking at him in unison.

Suddenly Mitya laughed.

The writer stopped and looked up at her.

She laughed harder and harder, and finally lay down on the dining table.

The writer continued to walk forward, staring at his feet, until he came to the dining table, sat down, and asked: "Mitya, what are you laughing at?"

Mitya stopped laughing and said to him, "Can you continue telling the story?"

The writer said: "Let me rest some days..."

Mijia said, "Maybe, I should take you to see a counselor."

you.Mitya said "you".There are only three people in the house.

Fu Shi looked up at Mijia, and smiled deeply.Mijia felt that this smile was a bit familiar. After thinking about it, he thought of the hairy thing in the dream again. The two smiles are really similar...

She avoided Fu Shi's face and looked at the writer—in Mijia's heart, if these two men were abnormal, then the writer was not aggressive, just a deformed wretch.But Fu Shi is different, he is dangerous, like a mutated poisonous insect, he has been dormant, and he may suddenly pounce on him at any time and bite his eyelids.

The writer observed Mijia's face and said, "Thank you. Why don't you let a counselor come to your house?"

Mijia thought for a while and said, "Alright, then let's do it today."

In the evening, Mijia really brought back a counselor.

The man was dark and tall.

Mitya took him into the writer's bedroom, didn't even introduce him, just said, "Let's talk," and went out.

Only the writer and the counselor were left in the bedroom.

The counselor didn't sit down, but stood by the bed. He stared into the writer's eyes and said, "Tell me, what kind of stimulation have you received recently?"

The writer put it briefly:
At the meeting at Xijing University, I met a college girl named Gu Panpan.One day, I heard that she was murdered.Then, a series of strange things happened:

On the new book just published, my name is circled in a black box...

I was filming a program in the prop building of a film studio, and a woman with disheveled hair came out from behind me...

I was chatting with readers in the QQ group, and a person named "Mubunmufen" appeared. She said some inexplicable things, but I couldn't find her chat history.Later, when I made a video call with her, I actually saw the dead Gu Panpan...

I went to Xijing University for the second meeting, and saw Gu Panpan sitting in the seat where he first appeared, looking at me from afar...

Later I learned that when these things happened, Gu Panpan was not dead.However, she died later...

After she died, I received a text message with no number displayed, saying that I will reach the end of my life after walking 199989 steps...

After listening, this person said: "For mental illness, wherever you are stimulated, you have to go there for treatment. When you mistakenly think that Gu Panpan is dead, the only time you see her in real life is at Xijing University, so , The fright you received there was the worst. You have to go to another meeting, so as to eliminate the psychological shadow."

The next day, after Mijia left for work, the writer happened to see the business card of the counselor in a folder in the living room—the deputy chief physician of Xijing Mental Hospital.

At this time, the phone rang, and it was Mia.

"Tonight, the company will hold another meeting at Xijing University. According to the instructions of the psychological counselor, we will downplay the stimulation you received there. At this meeting, we will announce that after you have disappeared for a while, you will soon back."

"I can not……"

"The midnight show has to start, and if you think you can't do it, we're going to have to find someone new. Do you understand?"

"……All right."

That night, the writer walked out of the villa, counted his steps, and walked to the parking lot.

A gust of wind blew over and his throat spasmed.

A woman walked over with two puppies, one like a fox and the other like a lion. The two dogs bit each other, and they had a good time.

He walked away from it.

After getting into the gray Santana, he looked back and saw only the woman's back and the Spitz's ass
, while the poodle turned towards him, with a pair of eyes under the cover of long fur, looking over eeriely.

He started the car and drove out.

After coming to Xijing University, people from the company told the writer that they arranged the scene, and the lighting and sound effects took a lot of thought.The TV station also came with reporters, and they wanted to shoot some live shots and go back to broadcast the news.

When the writer walked into the meet and greet scene, it was pitch black inside.

He was helped to the rostrum, sat down, and the host's voice sounded:
"For a month, the midnight horror novelist, who was loved by the audience, suddenly disappeared from the TV. So, what happened to him? Where did he go? This is the question that everyone is most concerned about."

Students listen in the dark.

"Now, let me tell you that in real life, the teacher encountered a series of terrorist incidents, which are closely related to the two girls with the same name who were murdered recently..."

The scene was quieter.

"As a result, the teacher has been strongly..." At this point, the host couldn't help coughing, and rushed out of the speaker, which was very ear-shattering. She cleared her throat and said, "I'm sorry... But now, teacher He has come out of the shadows and returned to everyone! Let me count one, two, three, and he will appear in the darkness... One! Two! Three!"

A beam of light from a searchlight suddenly shone on the writer, revealing an extremely pale face.

Just now, he could still see the shadowy figures in the audience, but now, beyond the beam of light is a boundless darkness.

He said slowly, "Sorry for keeping everyone waiting."

No one applauds, which is kind of an anomaly.

He continued: "This time, before I come back, I want to tell you the scariest story..."

At this time, very low, very low music slowly sounded in the darkness, which sounded chilling to the bone.The white beam of light left him, hid him in the darkness, and began to slide downstage, moving slowly through the audience.One face after another appeared in the beam of light, and then disappeared into the darkness...

There is only this beam of light in the audience, and it always illuminates a part.

The beam of light moved to the back, most of the seats were empty, and the audience was few.

The white beam of light moved back again and shone on the writer's face. He continued: "The protagonists of this story are two girls. They were killed one after the other..."

I don't know if it was because of the lighting engineer, but the beam of light shook the writer's body.

"I don't say their names, everyone knows who they are. They all like to wear a red T-shirt and a pair of green jeans, and their names are exactly the same. They are even here to listen to my story..."

The sound of the music suddenly became louder, as if a glass bottle had been smashed.

The beam of light shone down the stage again, sliding over the heads in front, and over the rows of empty seats behind... The writer stared at the two farthest and farthest seats—fortunately, they were empty.

"After they were killed, I always had a strong premonition—they were by my side..."

At this time, the beam of light had slowly moved back and was cast on the writer. The people in the audience seemed to have seen something, and suddenly there were screams.The writer heard the host shouting hoarsely in the dark: "Teacher, they are beside you!"

The writer's body jerked violently, turned his head, looked around, saw nothing!

However, everyone else saw it!The audience was in chaos, and everyone fled to the outside—the sound of screaming, crying, running, and collision...

The students ran away.

The people from Jinxiang Film and Television Company ran away.

The host ran away.

The TV reporter ran away.

The gaffer dropped the searchlight and fled too—the beam of light was fixed on the writer...

Soon, a few security guards ran in and turned on the lights—in the empty T-shaped classroom, there was only the writer alone, sitting alone on the podium with a dead face.

(End of this chapter)