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Chapter 50 The Last Night of Fushi

A wolf, very old, very old, gradually turning into a spirit.

On this day, it walked out of the deep mountains and old forests, slowly stood up, and turned into a human form.

The first person it met was a woodcutter.It pretended to ask for directions, approached the woodcutter, and killed him with a few bites.Then, it ate his meat, loaded his firewood, changed his face, put on his clothes - and went straight to the woodcutter's house.

The woodcutter's daughter-in-law is cooking porridge for her husband...

Regular media don't report ghosts.

That day, at Xijing University, almost all the people who participated in the meeting of the midnight show saw the two murdered girls on the spot.They stood on both sides of the writer, with pale and expressionless faces, like two loyal maids...

Although the incident was not reported, it quickly spread among the people.

Three days later, the Security Office of Xijing University released a statement on the school website:
That night, in the T-shaped classroom, there was a suggestive collective hallucination.

The statement emphasized: People who like horror stories are more sensitive in their hearts.In addition, the light, music, and atmosphere at that time were the most likely to cause this illusion to happen...

The most nonsensical thing in this world is a collective hallucination.

If it is said that the two girls in red T-shirts at the meeting were hired by Fu Shi, it seems more believable.

Just like the lame middle-aged man who met two strange women under the old elm tree. After the news spread, the village chief thought that he was out of his mind and was talking nonsense.I would rather believe that it was the village chief or the son of the village chief. In order to retaliate against the "troublemaker" who insisted on suing them, he hired two women with a lot of money in the labor market to perform under the old elm tree. There was a ghost show.

In the last meeting, neither Mijia nor Fushi went.

When the writer returned to the villa from the halfway meeting, he heard Mika and Fushi arguing.

After Micah opened the door for the writer, she gave him an annoyed look: "I heard that the meeting has been abandoned halfway again?" It seems that someone from the company has already called her.

The writer looked into her eyes, faltered, and didn't say anything.

Mitya muttered, "A bunch of psychos!" and went back to the living room.

The writer immediately slipped into his bedroom.

Mijia and Fu Shi continued to quarrel, the voice was so loud that the writer could hear it clearly in this room.

Mijia yelled angrily: "Fu Shi, I have always let you down!"

Fu Shi's tone was still so flat: "Our relationship is very simple, there is nothing to be sorry about."

Mijia said: "Well, let's not talk about feelings. Even if you are my assistant or my employee, I have the right to know where you have gone!"——The conflict between the two finally broke out on this dark issue.

Fu Shi said: "You don't know where I went? Didn't you follow me?"

Mitya's voice raised an octave: "Nonsense!"

Fu Shi said: "I can smell your scent every ten kilometers!"

Mijia didn't bother with this topic anymore: "Then tell me, what are you doing up the mountain?"

Fu Shi said: "I will not report to the boss for things beyond eight hours. This is my right."

Mijia said: "You have to understand that your working hours are at night!"

Fu Shi sneered: "That's a good point. Then I have another right, which is to fire you. I'm going back."

Mijia was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice, and asked, "Where are you going?"

After a long time, Fu Shi said in a low voice: "You better not know, otherwise you will regret hiring me."

Then, the writer heard him tidy up briefly, and after a few minutes, he walked towards the door.

Mijia called out to him: "Fu Shi!"

Fu Shi stopped at the door, then pulled the door open and stepped out.Then, he closed the door gently.

Mijia shouted again: "Fu Shi!"

There was silence in the villa.

In the empty house, only Mijia and the writer were left.

After a long time, Mitya suddenly strode towards the writer's bedroom.

The writer didn't turn on the light.

She kicked open the door, stood at the door, and shouted towards the bed: "Get out of here too!"

The writer is silent.

Mijia raised her voice: "Trash! I tell you to get out too!"

The writer is still silent.

Micah leaned against the door frame and said, "Do you want me to call the police?"

The writer is like a drowning person suddenly grabbing a straw: "Call the police? It's not good for us?"

Mika was silent.

At that time, the writer let "Bite" take a bite.

Micah helps him take that "bite".

Now, because of the "bite", the writer started to bite her back.

Mijia laughed: "The killer is already dead, there is no proof of death, do you understand?"

The writer fell silent for a moment.

Now, he is soft and can't beat anyone.

After a while, he said weakly, "Mr. Mi, I'm leaving tomorrow morning...is that okay?"

Mijia said: "Okay! Tomorrow morning! However, you can no longer drive that car. The car belongs to the company. Now the company will terminate the cooperation with you, and the car will be taken back!"

The writer said: "But...how can I go back?"

Mijia said coldly: "That's your business, I don't care!"

After finishing speaking, she turned around and went back to her bedroom with a "thump-thump-thump".

Fu Shi left.

Darkness overwhelmed those mirrors, those glass.

A man and a woman with an awkward relationship live in separate houses, separated by dozens of steps...

Suddenly, the writer touched the phone in the dark.

He dialed Fu Shi's number.

"My fellow, what's the matter with you?" Fu Shi asked, his tone extremely indifferent.The writer got wind of "whoosh" on the phone.

"Where are you?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"I'm worried about you..."

"Thank you, I'm fine."

"Actually, I know you are... different from us."

"the difference?"

"Are you still using me to pierce the window paper?"

"What do you mean?"

The writer murmured for a while, and finally said: "You look like a human being, but you are not actually a human being."

Fu Shi laughed "hehe" on the phone: "Then what am I?"

The writer thought for a while and said, "All I know is that you are an outlier. No matter what you are, you are of research value to human beings, right?"

"Just tell me what you want to do."

"I need money."

"It's useless for you to ask for money."

"why?"

"Your days are numbered."

"You bullshit!"

"Believe it or not."

"Whether it is useful or not is my business, but you must give me money! As long as I report it, you will definitely not be able to escape. There are people everywhere on this earth! —— I know you are rich, and Mijia has been supporting you for half a year , you don’t spend money on eating and drinking, so it’s impossible that you don’t have savings!”

"Just now, I left all the money to Mijia. You can ask her now--when I left, did I give her a card. Fellow, take good care of her, and she will give you the money .Take care."

After finishing speaking, Fu Shi hung up the phone.

Writers are stupid.

Right now, what he needs is not Mijia, not his ex-wife, not a chicken, not fame, not admiration—just a wheelchair, a nanny...

He was obviously not reconciled, and called Fu Shi again.The other party has shut down.

All doors are closed.

The writer shivered in the dark.

(End of this chapter)