After dinner, he accompanied his wife to wash the dishes. After that, he played with the children for a while. After comforting the children to sleep, he returned to his room.
His wife was taking a shower in the bathroom in the room. The sound of the water was tickling.
He lay on the bed with his hands behind his head and looked at the wedding photo hanging on the wall.
In the photo, he was still young and his wife was in her prime.
Lying down,
He actually squinted his eyes,
He fell asleep again.
He didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up, it was dark all around him. He reached out in the darkness and turned on the light.
The bed was still the same bed, but he was the only one lying on it.
Silently,
He sat up from the bed,
He curled up his body.
A feeling of loneliness and coldness was coming for him,
Some broken images began to appear in his mind.
Dark clouds,
Lightning,
Heavy rain,
Living room,
Sofa..
He felt more and more difficult to breathe. An emotion called "Despair" was enveloping him, and goosebumps began to appear on his body.
He didn't dare to walk out of the bedroom,
He didn't dare to push the door open,
He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hear the child's voice,
He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to see his wife,
He was even more afraid of walking down the stairs,
He saw on the sofa in the living room..
"Huff... Huff... Huff..."
The heavy panting made his brain become more and more empty.
Struggling, like a thief, he crept open the door, closed his eyes, covered his ears, and rushed into the study next door according to his memory.
"Pa!"
The moment he closed the door of the study,
He felt a stone in his heart fall to the ground.
His turbid eyes looked at the pen lying quietly on the desk,
As if he had found his own support.
He walked over,
He picked up the pen,
He opened the blank book,
He took out his wife's book, "The Two-Faced Man" and began to copy it.
He forgot himself,
He was addicted,
Other than copying words,
He didn't have any other thoughts, and he didn't dare to have them.
No one rushed him, but he cherished his time.
He wrote very quickly, and his handwriting began to become sloppy, because he couldn't wait any longer.
He didn't notice,
His skin had already begun to wrinkle like an elm bark that had lost its moisture. He didn't notice that his eye sockets were already slowly sinking in. He, who wasn't even thirty years old, already had large patches of white hair on his head.
The ink of the fountain pen,
It still seemed like it would never run out.
He had always been able to write.
There was no need to add them.
As he wrote,
He wrote until the sky turned white, and when it turned dark again.
The doorbell rang from the other side of the door. He stood up abruptly, pushed open the door, and walked out.
Standing on the second floor,
Below, he saw that his wife had passed,
He opened the door.
There was a visitor.
It was said that it was one of his wife's hardcore female fans.
The children's laughter could be heard again.
They are watching cartoons on the sofa in the living room.
Seeing this scene,
He grinned.
He laughed.
Even if he was already extremely haggard.
His chapped lips seemed to be oozing blood.
Write,
Write,
When one copy was finished, another copy was made.
He simply could not stop.
He was also unwilling to stop.
He wrote so much that he forgot to eat and drink.
I wrote so much that I forgot to sleep.
Occasionally, he would hear some movements and go out to take a look.
He looked at his wife.
Then he looked at his children.
Then he came back and continued writing.
He was afraid that if he did not write,
He would not be able to see them.
His wife's horror stories were all based on his family's villa, so there was this family, her, and the children in the story.
Under the desk lamp in the study,
There was a figure bent over the desk copying a book,
The figure was very thin,
So thin that the light of the desk lamp seemed to be able to penetrate him.
He wrote more and more words, and copied more and more books,
Gradually,
The young man became thinner and thinner, and more and more haggard,
Until one day, suddenly,
He finished copying another book.
When he put down the pen,
His legs were as thin as two chopsticks,
Only a layer of tight skin was still attached to his face,
In his eye sockets, his eyes could no longer be seen, only two balls of light that looked like ghost fires were flowing and flickering..
He pushed the door open shakily,
And walked out,
He heard his wife's voice,
And heard his children's voices.
All of this,
Was so beautiful,
So beautiful,
It was the sound of nature,
It was his persistence and hope to live.
He did not feel bitter, nor did he feel tired,
What was bitterness, what was... tiredness?
With his hand on the railing, he did not dare to go down. He just watched silently, listened silently, and enjoyed the peace of his own time.
At this moment,
He vaguely heard,
His wife was crying.
His children were also crying.
He was stunned for a moment,
Why?
Why was he crying?
A family,
Neat and tidy,
Living happily together,
Why was he crying?
He was a little flustered and a little confused. He grabbed the railing of the stairs with both hands and walked down step by step with difficulty.
Down the stairs,
It was also a huge challenge for him at this time.
He was afraid that if he fell,
He would fall into a ball of powder,
He would fall into a ball of powder.
He was not afraid of falling into powder,
He was afraid that no one would copy it,
No one would pick up a pen to write.
But he still had to go down,
He had to ask his wife and children,
What had happened,
Why was he crying?
Finally,
He walked to the stairs,
He was panting, hunched, and unable to straighten up, he groped his way forward.
He came to the living room and saw the sofa in the middle.
His wife was sitting in the middle,
His children were on both sides.
His wife was crying,
His son was crying,
His daughter was also crying,
On the ground,
Alaska was crawling there, surrounded by many amusement park facilities, and many masks, cloaks, faces, shadows, and all kinds of horrible things wandering and flashing.
In the dark,
You can also hear the wails, cries, and roars of countless dead souls!
This cut,
Were all characters, scenes, and props that had appeared in his wife's horror novel.
He didn't think it was strange, nor did he think it was a big deal.
He opened his mouth to ask his wife, to ask his children,
You,
What are you crying for?
We're still alive, we can still be together,
It's beautiful,
Isn't it?
But he could only make a hoarse sound, like a mosquito, unable to speak at all.
Blood began to drip from his wife's eyes,
It was the same in the eyes of the children,
This scene..,
He was terrified.
His wife and children climbed off the sofa together,
Crawling towards him.
He saw his wife's hands clutching his leg, pleading, praying, crying bitterly,
He saw his two children doing the same.
"Darling, let me go, let me go, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore, let me go, please, darling, let me go, let me go..."
"Dad, please let us go... this place is too scary, every day is so painful, Darling is so scared..."
"Dad, please let us go, my sister and I can't take it anymore, we really can't take it anymore..."
He looked down at his body,
The faces of his wife and children were twisted in pain,
In an instant, a thunderclap sounded in his mind,
He staggered and began to retreat,
Shaking his head,
Full of disbelief.
Why..,
Why..,
How could this be..,
No..,
Impossible..,
Impossible!
The originally cold reality..,
After being covered by a beautiful gauze curtain, it gave people an illusion of beauty and magnificence.
An illusion, after all, was an illusion.
He crawled on the ground,
His hands covering his head.
These days, he had been copying and writing in the study and had never left the house.
But in the outside world..,
He still appeared in front of people every day, directing workers to complete orders in the factory. He even found a new housekeeper after the last housekeeper had a problem.
All of this..,
Was all done by him..,
But he didn't know..,
He didn't know either.
He only knew..,
When his wife and children begged for mercy in front of him..,
His entire body collapsed..,
He fell into a kind of blur.
His vision also became a little blurry,
In this blurry vision..,
When he saw the new nanny come to the door, he saw the bodies of his wife and children on the sofa and let out a scream. There was still a "Suicide note" written by his wife on the coffee table. It was what his wife said when she begged him to let her go. He followed a kind of instinct and wrote it down as if he was transcribing his wife's published book. He wrote it down in black and white.
And this, coupled with the bruises on his wife and children from a long time ago, became evidence of his conviction for domestic abuse.
The entanglement between reality and the virtual world..,
Collapsed again and again in his mind, and was reshaped again and again. In prison, he had a lot of time to think and reorganize his thoughts.
So..,
He was very grateful to the environment of prison..,
Very grateful.
It was a kind of gratitude from the bottom of his heart.
..
The gaze of reminiscence slowly disappeared,
The corners of his mouth gradually curved into an arc,
He tried to go back to the past and have a new life, but he discovered a shocking reality,
He existed..,
But he didn't exist,
The people around him could see him, talk to him, the prison leaders praised him, and his writings could be published and awarded.
But he..,
Did he really exist?
He felt as if he had become a real ghost,
Not the kind of ghost that was a ghost,
But even though everyone knew you,
And you..,
Did not exist,
This was a paradox, and also a kind of torture.
It took him more than four years in prison to figure these things out.
Looking at the terrified woman in front of him,
He opened his mouth,
He made a "Shh" motion with his lips,
Then..,
He said slowly,
"Perhaps, I know how to use this pen."
"This... What is it..."
The woman from the Bridge of Helplessness looked at the man in front of her with a heartfelt fear.
"That is to let oneself become a character in the story, and not a … living person."
The prisoner took a deep breath,
He leaned back on the chair,
"So, why did things go so smoothly? When you came out of hell, you could find me immediately,
So smoothly,
It was like a plot that had been arranged,
Is that so? "
The woman nodded,
Yes,
It was too smooth.
"Hehe..."
The prisoner laughed,
"I'm sorry to tell you, this story, I'm not capable enough, and I've already collapsed..
I'm sorry,
I've implicated you,
And me,
Let's disappear together. "
… …
In the bedroom on the second floor of the study room,
Lawyer an, who had just helped the old priest untie his restraints, sat by the bed. The old priest ran down to wipe the safflower oil. Zhang Yanfeng fell into a coma again after being stopped by lawyer an.
However, his breathing had already stabilized, and his heartbeat had also appeared. After a good sleep, he would probably be able to wake up. Everything was developing in a good direction.
Lawyer an felt that this was a little magical. It was actually done to let an ordinary soul that had just died come back to life.
As he wiped the water droplets from his hair with a towel, he picked up the "Prison Storm" magazine.
He casually flipped through it,
The first half of the magazine was the speeches and deeds of the prison leaders,
The second half was the enlightenment and experience written by the prisoners in the prison,
It was quite interesting to read.
He flipped to the last page,
He flipped to the last page.
Lawyer an was stunned,
It was already the last page,
But there seemed to be something missing,
It seemed like there should have been an article here, and he seemed to have read it before,
There should have been an article here, and he seemed to have read it before.
It's me,
Did I remember wrongly?
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