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A good man is me,
I am the Midnight Horror Radio. "
The woman hadn't come out yet,
At least everything looked normal in the prison,
Outside the car window were annoying cicadas that kept chirping,
Boss Zhou, who wanted to sleep but couldn't, smoked all his cigarettes,
He could only be so bored that he turned on the car radio.
"Alright, I'm just joking with everyone. The movie version of iPartment will be out soon. I'm here to remind everyone that those who like to watch this movie can go to the cinema to watch it.
"In addition, the story we bring you tonight is" My Day's Trip to Hell "written by the famous contemporary young writer, Xia Xie
In this story, Xia Xie showed our readers in detail what he thought was a picture of hell, which was fascinating.
At the book launch, Xia Xie said that he had been in a car accident when he was young and was in a coma for a few days. During those few days, he had a very, very long dream. He said that he might have gone to hell and then come back. So, when he grew up, he decided to use his own pen to write down the customs of hell that he had 'seen' for everyone to see.
Below,
We will tell this story for our listeners:
"The Road to the Netherworld is endless. On both sides of the road, beautiful and delicate Resurrection Flowers are in full bloom, swaying their bodies
All kinds of souls are walking on the Road to the Netherworld,
Some are singing,
Some are dancing,
Some are crying,
Some are looking back,
People of all colors, races, and cultures are here, taking off all their clothes and restoring their most essential state,
Only at this time,
Arrogance and prejudice no longer exist,
There is no barrier between wealth and poverty... "
Hearing this,
Boss Zhou rolled his eyes,
He sighed:
"Idiot."
He even sang and danced,
Why the f * ck didn't you let the Ghost Messenger bring you to have a feast?
Zhou Ze turned off the radio and reached out to search below. He actually found a pack of cigarettes below. It should be the unlucky driver's own.
That person was probably still sleeping by the roadside with an intoxicated look on his face,
He didn't know if he would catch a cold.
He opened a pack of cigarettes, but before he could smoke it,
Zhou Ze was suddenly stunned,
A feeling of palpitation suddenly came,
In prison,
What happened?
..
In the library,
The prisoner and the woman,
The prisoner was still sitting on the chair,
The woman was so frightened that she kept retreating.
His mouth kept on asking in terror,
"Why, how is this possible, how is this possible …"
The prisoner's lips curled into a smile.
In his eyes,
There was a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
…
That day,
The rain was very heavy.
It was still thundering.
Lightning flashed from time to time, followed by thunder.
He hadn't been home for three days because he was too busy to go home.
It was the Mid-Autumn Festival.
There were a lot of tasks and orders in the food factory, but they couldn't let go of these orders because the orders for the Mid-Autumn Festival could be more than one-third of the entire factory's orders for the whole year.
His mother-in-law had given the factory to him, the son-in-law, to manage. This was his responsibility.
In the words of my mother-in-law,
Her father-in-law and brother-in-law were very inflexible. Other than being police officers, they knew nothing else. She didn't expect them to be flexible enough to give the family any benefits, so she could only earn money to support the family.
The factory could only be handed over to his son-in-law to manage.
He was very attentive, really attentive, and tried his best.
His father-in-law's family, including his brother-in-law, treated him very well. They didn't look down on his background at all. Even when he was talking about marriage with his wife, they didn't set any thresholds or make any requests.
Therefore, he could only work as hard as possible, even if he no longer had the time to write novels or the energy to realize his dreams. Moreover, he and his wife knew each other because of their common interest in writing novels.
But he didn't regret it. He didn't regret it at all. Men had to know what to take on and what to give up.
Dragging his tired body,
He drove home,
This was his own villa,
He had never thought that he would live in a villa one day. It was not the kind of house built by his own family in the countryside, but in a high-end villa district.
A beautiful life was not only in front of him, but it was already in his hands.
His wife,
His children,
His house,
His career,
He had it all.
He stopped the car and walked to the door before remembering that he had left his room card in the car. He rang the doorbell and waited for a long time. No one came to open the door.
At this time,
The children might have already fallen asleep. If his wife was writing, she might not be able to hear it even if she locked herself in the study, because the study had been designed to isolate the noise.
But the nanny at home should have opened the door.
He rang the doorbell a few more times, but no one came to open the door.
He had no choice but to go back to the car, take the room card, walk back, and open the door with the room card.
He pushed open the door and entered the living room. He was stunned. On the living room floor, his wife and two children were tied there.
He rushed over like a madman, trying to wake up his wife and children.
But they did not respond.
His wife and children were still bruised, as if they had been whipped. Most importantly, the three of them were no longer breathing.
The nanny was not at home. He did not know where she had gone.
This was a dream,
This must be a dream,
It must be a dream,
How could this have happened?
It was impossible,
It was absolutely impossible.
He did not call the police. He just silently untied his wife and children and placed them on the sofa.
When people suffer a severe blow, they often react very neurotically.
Calling the police,
Was it useful?
His wife and two children were already dead.
He did not cry, nor did he shout,
He just silently looked at his wife and two children lying on the sofa.
After looking for a long time,
He saw his head turn white,
He saw his entire body in a daze.
He went upstairs and went to the bedroom. He lay down, covered himself with the quilt, and rested his head on the pillow.
This was a dream,
So tired,
When he woke up,
There should be nothing left.
He fell asleep,
Under such circumstances,
He really fell asleep.
And he slept until dawn.
When he woke up,
He found that his wife was not lying beside him. He went to the children's room. It was summer vacation, and the children did not need to go to school. He was also very disgusted with letting the children go to any cram school too early. Let the children play to their heart's content at home. They belonged to the age of play.
There was no one in the children's bedroom.
He suddenly thought of the scene when he came home last night,
He covered his mouth with one hand,
His eyes were wide open.
He did not dare to go downstairs,
He remembered that last night he had placed the bodies of his wife and children on the sofa in the living room. He did not dare to go down. He was afraid to see this scene again.
Call the police?
I'm sorry,
I really didn't expect it, and I didn't think about it.
Why did I call the police?
Was it to catch the murderer?
Where was there any murderer,
My wife and children were still alive,
Yes,
They were clearly still alive. How could I call the police?
..
More than ten years ago, in Osaka, Japan, there was a university professor who lived with his wife's body for three years after she died in her sleep due to a heart attack.
During this period, he always felt that his wife was just asleep and not dead. He even bought a freezer to place his wife's body. At first, he claimed to the outside world that his wife had broken her leg and was not convenient to go out. Later, he said that his wife had gone abroad to study.
Just like that, he used various excuses to hide the news of his wife's death for three years. It was not until his wife's father was ill and hospitalized that her family strongly requested his wife to come back and meet the old man. In the end, the professor's lie was exposed.
The police and people rushed into the professor's home and found the body in the freezer. At first, everyone suspected that the professor had killed his wife and hidden the body in order to destroy the evidence.
However, the professor had always insisted that his wife was not dead. She would still eat breakfast and dinner with him every day and sleep with him.
When the people around him kept telling him that his wife was dead and had been dead for three years, it was as if a dream in his heart had been punctured.
The professor knelt beside his wife's body and wailed,
At this moment,
He realized,
His wife was dead.
Later, after the police investigation, because the body was well-preserved, the cause of death was confirmed, and the professor was ruled out of the suspicion of murder.
..
He didn't dare to go down the stairs,
Why didn't he dare?
He didn't understand,
But he just didn't want to go down.
He silently walked to the study,
His wife usually wrote here, and his wife's notebook was still on the desk.
His wife had always laughed at him, saying that when he used to write, he didn't like to use a computer, but liked to use a pen. He had even used a pen to send manuscripts to publishers and magazines, but in the end, he was returned by them with a note that he needed to submit manuscripts by mail and did not accept manuscripts.
However, he still insisted on using a pen to write stories, even if he had to type them into the computer after he finished writing, because he felt that the stories written with a pen had feelings and warmth. They were not cold, and they were more lively.
His pen was bought at a stall when he was a child. It was his first pen, and it had never broken. There was no brand or trademark, but it had always been usable, and the quality was very good.
However..,
Ever since he got married and took over his mother-in-law's food factory, he had rarely used this pen to write his stories.
But he would use a pen to copy the books published by his wife, and after copying them, he would read them slowly. He enjoyed this feeling, and he liked this feeling.
He picked up the pen,
He flipped open his blank notebook,
He picked up a copy of "I Love My Family" that his wife had just published a while ago on the desk.
This horror story was written by his wife based on her own family.
The scarlet cover indicated that this was a horror novel.
He turned to the first page,