a zombie haunts me

Chapter 300 The Writer's Secret

I know that he is doubting whether what this person said is true or not.

"I'm a little worried, I'm afraid she will kill me." The white-haired youth's voice trembled slightly, he paused, and then said: "So, I completely closed this room, I don't want anyone to disturb me .”

As he spoke, his emotions became more and more agitated, and the hand holding the cigarette suddenly shook off some ash.

"Answer me a question." A Lang's face was very solemn, but his tone was very serious. He then asked, "Who is the woman in that photo?"

"Yes... it's my wife."

The writer's voice became very flustered, and I saw his other hand rubbing back and forth against his thigh.

"You said that you are used to shutting yourself up in this house to create, so what about your wife?"

A Lang asked tentatively, but at this moment, there was a crisp sound from the kitchen, as if a glass had fallen to the floor and shattered.

The three of us walked into the kitchen at the same time, only to find that a glass had really broken beside the kitchen stove.

Why did the glass shatter for no reason when we asked about his wife?

It's not an earthquake, I thought, this feeling, a bit like her wife doesn't welcome us and wants to drive us away.

However, both A Lang and I can see ghosts, but when we looked around, we couldn't see anything.

All of this was so weird that it made my heart skip a beat.

"Let's go, you are not welcome here."

The white-haired youth said, bent his back, and carefully picked up the broken glasses on the ground one by one.

"Let me guess. Your wife is actually dead. The reason why you can bring characters to life in your supernatural novels and make everything look so real and engaging is because those stories are all yours." Your wife told you."

At that moment, I boldly guessed, but at this point, the shards of glass in his hand fell to the ground again and shattered into many pieces.

"That's all your guesswork. I've already told you that there are no ghosts in this world. Why don't you believe me?"

His emotions became a little agitated, and he kept scratching his head.

"I heard that you are suffering from depression and seem to be committing suicide. Is this true?"

I continued to ask, and I always felt that we seemed to have made a mistake from the very beginning, but until now I still haven't found out what we made a mistake.

"Not really, I didn't do it, I didn't..."

He seemed to be crazy, scratching his head desperately. The next second, I saw that there were indeed many scars on his wrist covered by his sleeve.

I took a quick step closer and pulled off his sleeves, only to see that there were shocking scars all over his hands. The scars were left by suicide by cutting his wrists, that's right, they were wrist cuttings!
My heart was pounding faster and faster, and I knew that, amidst all that we were seeing, this writer had been faking it from the start.

The next second, I suddenly thought of something, I tore off his tie, unbuttoned the collar and looked, there was just a circle of blue-purple bruises on it, I knew that the bruises must have been caused by hanging.

It seemed that the rumors were true, he was indeed suffering from depression, and it was true that he wanted to commit suicide.

That's why, when we first see him, he's wearing such a conservative suit, which looks like it's well-dressed, but in fact, it's basically used to cover up his wounds.

"I remember that your first supernatural novel was serialized three years ago, that is to say, your wife died three years ago?"

My speculation made him almost on the verge of collapse. He pulled my trouser legs hard, kowtowed to me, and said in his mouth: "I beg you, please leave, I beg you It's..."

At this moment, the curtains were closed suddenly, and the whole room was plunged into eerie darkness.

Then, the overhead light suddenly flickered and turned on.

It was as if someone had lowered the curtains and turned on the lights instead.

I couldn't help but clenched Ah Lang's hand, and my heart became a little flustered.

Although, I don't know what I will see next, but I already know very well in my heart that this man who is kneeling on the ground and begging me is actually raising his own ghost wife.

I don't know when the cold sweat came out, and flowed down my neck into the clothes, soaking the clothes.

My breathing became a little heavy, but I always felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes around me, staring at me all the time.

"Ah Lang, what should we do now?"

I raised my eyes slightly to meet Ah Lang's eyes, but he shook his head and said to me: "Take him away."

"No... I won't go, I won't go with you..."

The man ran away as fast as he could, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"How did this happen, why did it disappear all of a sudden?"

I rubbed the goosebumps on my body and felt that the house was emitting an uncomfortable cold air, like a huge ice cellar.

"Don't worry, he won't escape from this house, let's go, let's find him."

A Lang said, took my hand and left the kitchen together.

But, is it my hallucination, why do I always feel that there seems to be a person standing in the kitchen?

But when I turned around and looked carefully, I found that there was no one there at all...

I swallowed, trying to keep myself calm, however, every step I took, my feet felt as heavy as lead.

"what happened?"

Seeing that my speed was too slow, A Lang suddenly stopped and asked me.

"No... nothing..."

I waved my hand, but Ah Lang saw right through me and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

After a pause, I nodded stiffly, and then continued to follow Alang into the house with difficulty.

We searched every room on the first floor, but found nothing.

However, this house still has a second floor. It seems that he must have gone to the second floor.

Thinking of this, I took firm steps and followed Alang up the stairs. When I stepped on the traditional wooden stairs, there was a "cracking" sound.

My mind was empty, as if it had been knocked violently by something.

Breathing also became more and more heavy, and suddenly, my feet were empty...

"Be careful."

Fortunately, Ah Lang helped me steady all of a sudden, and I breathed a long sigh of relief.

I finally reached the second floor safely, and I found that the layout of the rooms on the entire second floor was even more weird. A long corridor led to the end, and there were rooms with tightly closed doors on both sides.

After a pause, A Lang and I decided to start looking for the first room.

He seemed much calmer than me, and the moment I was not ready, he pushed open the first door. However, this is a utility room, and there are only some tables that look like they haven't been cleaned for a long time. The stool has a lot of spider webs on it.

Taking a deep breath, I said, "He's not here."

"Go to the side and look for it!"

A Lang said, and pulled me straight to the second room. However, before the door of the room was opened, he heard some rustling noises from the opposite room.

At this time, A Lang's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he quickly changed the direction and opened the door of the opposite room. However, what came into view was just a small bedroom, which was neatly tidied up and cleaned very cleanly. There's nothing special about it.

After a pause, I said, "Do you want to look at the closet and under the bed?"

"No, I already know where he is."

After finishing speaking, A Lang turned around and stood in front of the second door just now, knocked on the door, and said, "Come out."

However, there is silence all around, only my heavy breathing, which is particularly harsh in this corridor.

"Is it a mistake, it seems that there is no one?"

I said in a low voice, but Ah Lang hesitated for a moment, and then walked to the third door, but the next second, there were three "knock, knock" sounds suddenly coming from behind the second door, like It was the same as our knock on the door.

The blood in my whole body boiled instantly, and the hand that was holding Ah Lang tightly was already sweating.

That's right, that man should be in the second room.

Thinking about it like this, he saw that A Lang didn't hesitate at all, he held the doorknob tightly with one hand, and was about to push the door open, however, the door was locked!

My heart suddenly "thumped", and I became more and more sure that the man must be hiding behind this door.

A Lang let go of my hand and said to me, "I knocked the door open."

I nodded, but the next second, when he took a few steps back and was about to hit the door, the door lock suddenly made a soft "click", and then the door opened...

It was like an electric current passed through my whole body, and my heart began to become inexplicably uneasy.

what is the problem?

In a dark room, there seemed to be some furniture, and A Lang pressed the light switch on the wall with a "snap".

The lights in the room flickered for a moment, then came back on quickly.

This room is obviously a study room, with tall bookshelves, a very delicate desk, a beautiful lamp and a laptop on the desk.

If I guessed correctly, this place should be the place where men usually write books and work.

However, there is one place that looks very weird, his computer screen is facing the window...

We all know that the computer screen is easy to reflect light when facing the window, which will cause the screen to be unclear, so ordinary people will not do this.

If the computer screen must face the window, then that person must have kept the curtains closed for a long time, or his working time is only at night...

Writing supernatural novels at night, I believe a normal person would definitely not be able to bear it. However, I have a feeling in my heart that maybe, only at night can he see his wife?

(End of this chapter)