His wife's novels had always been very niche, because his wife had always liked horror stories. In fact, his wife used to write romance novels.
For example, "Overbearing CEO, Little Demoness, You're Mine, Don't Run!"
However..,
Perhaps it was because of postpartum depression that caused his wife's creative direction to lean towards horror and supernatural.
However, his wife's problem was not serious. Her temperament might have become slightly colder than before, and she was also not very willing to go out. She did not like to communicate with strangers, but she was still warm and considerate to herself and their children.
Holding the pen,
He wrote word by word.
So he sat and copied.
Actually..,
At first,
His wife did not quite understand his hobby.
Later, he explained that because it was her book and her story, he had to write it down with a pen before reading it. It would be closer to her heart.
His wife was very touched.
For writers,
This kind of free love talk was so common that it could be sold at a clearance sale, but women seemed to like it.
Because of this,
Every time he found time to copy his wife's work,
His wife liked to sit beside him and watch him. When she was tired, she would lean against him and watch him copy. She enjoyed this feeling.
The tip of the pen continued to write one word after another on the paper.
He did not look back.
He didn't look around either.
Because he already had the feeling that his wife was by his side, accompanying him.
His wife was right beside him.
Yes,
She was right beside him.
In the living room,
The three corpses were still quietly lying on the sofa.
Second floor.
Husband (father) of the deceased,
Was sitting in his study, writing with a fountain pen.
It was like a horror scene from a black and white movie.
With a kind of incomprehensible and scalp-numbing chaotic logic,
It was a bit like performance art.
True performance art should not examine its logic. Instead, it should search for the meaning that needed to be expressed in the chaos.
He didn't go to work today.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was a holiday. The workers in the factory needed some time to rest after working overtime for the past few days.
Moreover, the busiest time had passed, and the factory would not be so busy during this period.
His father-in-law and mother-in-law were traveling abroad. Because his wife's personality had become cold, she rarely took the initiative to communicate with them. His mother-in-law and father-in-law also rarely came to disturb their lives.
As for his brother-in-law who was a policeman,
He had been so busy with work that his family had broken up.
Naturally, he didn't have time to visit them.
Throughout the day,
He was copying.
He copied it very carefully.
Every stroke and stroke was written very neatly, and he was completely immersed in it.
Throughout the day,
He didn't eat or drink.
He didn't even move from his seat.
He just kept on writing and writing.
He wrote until the sun went down.
When the moon rises,
From white to black …
He was numb.
He couldn't feel the passage of time. It seemed that only by copying without stopping could he forget what he didn't want to remember and feel the warmth and attachment he wanted to feel.
The most amazing thing was,
A fountain pen.
He didn't even change the ink.
It was as if he could write endlessly.
The ink here,
There was no end to it.
Instead, the hand that had been holding the pen tightly,
His veins began to bulge.
She revealed the state that the intern nurse liked the most.
"Phew …"
After midnight,
He finally finished copying the horror story "I Love My Family" with the blood-colored cover.
He leaned back and stretched. He felt a crisp sound coming from his joints. The fatigue on his body seemed to be completely undetectable. Instead, his spirit seemed to be even more excited.
"Creak!"
The bedroom door was pushed open.
A huge dog's head was revealed.
It was an Alaska.
At home,
He didn't have a dog.
He remembered that when he first got married, he and his wife had a small Alaska puppy. Later, because his wife was pregnant, the dog could only be given away.
When the two children slowly grew up, because of the change in his wife's personality, she didn't have much motivation to raise a dog, because a dog was also a life. If you bought it and raised it at home, taking care of it was no less than taking care of a child.
But in his wife's heart, she still liked dogs.
In the book he had just copied, there was a dog, an adult Alaskan Malamute.
He liked to eat ham sausages. He was very smart. He could sit down, shake hands, and take the children for a walk.
Alaska walked in, put his head on his knee, and gently rubbed it.
He reached out,
Caressed,
Dog head.
Then..,
He slowly got up.
The dog blocked it and didn't let it go out. It raised its head and looked at him. Its mouth was still drooling. It was hungry and begging for food.
In his wife's story,
This dog was very cute, very sensible, and very obedient,
It liked to eat ham sausages,
But what it really had to eat every day was not ham sausages or dog food,
It was the blood of living people.
In the story, every night, it would go out for a period of time to look for food.
It would go out to bite people, suck their blood, and then come back. The person who was sucked of blood would only feel dizzy for a moment, and their spirit would be a little low. There would be no other problems, and they would not even notice what had just happened.
The amount of blood it sucked was actually the debt of sin on the target's body. If it did less evil and did less bad things, it would only suck a little. If it was a completely bad person, it was possible for it to be sucked to death. Of course, if it was a good person, it would not find you at all.
She remembered that her wife had once said that the Alaskan Malamute in her original manuscript was not like this. She wanted to write a dog that would go out and find people to drink blood and eat when it was hungry. It was a devil outside, but at home, it was a good pet, a playmate for children.
This was the feeling she wanted, but for the sake of publication and to avoid the policy, she had to change it like this.
"Are you hungry?"
He pricked his palm with a pen and watched the blood drip down.
But Alasky just shook his head, not interested in his blood.
"If you're hungry, go out and find something to eat."
He reached out and untied the leash around Alaska's neck.
Alaska wagged his tail happily and ran out.
Taking a deep breath,
He walked out of the study.
He hadn't gone downstairs for a day and a night, but he still didn't dare to go downstairs,
Even if..,
He saw the dog.
Standing at the stairs, he hesitated for a long time and was also worried for a long time. He didn't dare to take the first step down the stairs.
Until..,
He heard the children's clear laughter below,
The children's crisp laughter could be heard.
"Hehehe... Brother... I want to eat... I want to eat too..."
"No, no... Mommy said that eating too much candy will spoil your teeth... Sister is not allowed to eat... Brother will eat... replace your bad teeth..."
"Brother is bad... Mommy... Brother is too bad..."
The children were chasing below.
Although he and his wife often scolded their son for taking care of his sister, his brother, who was still young, often deliberately teased his sister.
Suddenly..,
In his heart..,
Courage appeared..,
He walked downstairs.
The children were chasing and playing,
His sister couldn't catch up with her brother and stood there angrily. When she saw him coming down, she immediately ran to his side, hugged his thigh, and shouted,
"Daddy, brother is bad. Spank him!"
He reached out and touched his daughter's head,
Suddenly..,
He wanted to cry,
His nose began to ache.
"I didn't, I didn't. Daddy, don't listen to your sister's nonsense. She finished her candy and wants to eat mine."
His brother also quickly ran over to explain.
His children were all gathered by his side,
They were quarreling,
They were complaining around him,
This feeling..,
Was not annoying at all,
Instead, he felt that it was very beautiful.
"Crash!"
His wife pushed open the kitchen door,
Wearing an apron, she walked out from inside.
Leaning against the door frame, she complained with some dissatisfaction,
"Auntie asked for leave to go home today. I made something casually. You can also eat something casually. Your wife doesn't know how to cook. You should know this when you were chasing me."
"I'll definitely eat it all."
He said excitedly.
His wife smiled and urged, "Take the children to wash their hands and get ready to eat."
He took the children to wash their hands and entered the bathroom. The two children were very obedient. They washed their hands carefully with soap.
He looked at himself in the mirror,
His face was haggard and extremely haggard. His face was pale and did not have much blood.
He was probably too tired. He had been very busy recently.
It seemed that..,
He still had to pay more attention to rest.
He walked out with the children. His wife had already placed the bowls and chopsticks on the dining table in the living room. The family sat down.
"The egg yolk isn't back yet," his daughter asked.
The egg yolk was the name of that Alaskan.
"If you want to eat, the egg yolk also needs to eat. It's looking for something to eat outside," his wife said.
His daughter nodded. "I hope the egg yolk can eat his fill today and play with me tonight."
"You also have to eat your fill before you have the strength to play with the egg yolk."
He ate a mouthful of rice. The rice was a little too soft, and there was a little too much water. However, he felt that it was exceptionally delicious and sweet.
He stood up, picked up the remote control on the coffee table, and turned on the television.
The television was broadcasting Tongcheng News.
"This station has just received news that in the evening at the entrance of the bank on the west section of Jianshe Road in Chongchuan District, a woman was bitten to death by a big dog. The big dog is now missing.
The problem of walking dogs without leashes in the city is becoming more and more serious. This station appeals to the society that dog owners should raise dogs in a civilized manner and not cause trouble and harm to others. We hope that such a tragedy will not happen again.
At the same time, we hope that the municipal government can strengthen the management and supervision in this area and strengthen the management of urban pets.
It is reported that..,
It is worth noting that..,
The woman who was bitten to death was a housekeeper. She was 40 years old and not a local of Tongcheng.
The police investigated her ID card information and found that it did not match her.
Now, the woman's true identity has been verified. There are many records of huge debts under her name. She is someone who came out to avoid debts and impersonated someone else's ID card to register at the employment agency.
Before the accident..,
She just got off work from the high-end villa where she worked... "
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