Readers scolded and scolded, should be watched or watched.

According to the style of the first story, the second is probably the life of this man named Chen Aimin, who just died in the water...... Hey, if you say that, this book can obviously be renamed "One Hundred Ways to Die" or something, and you can also rub the popularity of Ye Liangchen, who has said similar cruel things......

Click on it to take a look——

This story is a real ghost story!

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After He Huai's first story was written, he didn't dare to write about giving birth to a son in the second story. So she pulled a ghost from the ghost and wanted to ask the opinion of this kind of ghost.

Who knew that this ghost was really "mixed with the rivers and lakes", not to mention the rivers and lakes, it was mixed with stinky ditches, wells and ponds!

Horn!

He Huai left him a little reluctantly, and if he didn't say it well, he would break it off, and those who became big things were not informal.

Chen Aimin, a water ghost who has mixed with the rivers and lakes, is the most enthusiastic in his life, but one day while walking, a young man playing parkour jumped down from the wall and broke one of his legs......

At that time, there was a lot of news about the elderly touching porcelain, and the young people did not have a thick family background, and they were afraid of losing money, so they simply did not do anything, tied him with stones and stuffed sacks and threw him into the stinky pond next to him.

The stinky pond was polluted by chemical raw materials before, and it stinks every day, and no one notices the smell at all.

He just died.

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If it were an ordinary person, it would definitely be resentful.

However, Chen Aimin's resentment bubbled in the stinky pond, and it stinked even more...... He loved cleanliness, sighed for several days, and collected the paper money burned by his son, and simply traveled in various rivers.

——I can't give my son a dream because of my lack of yin energy, but seeing him work steadily and enter the city bureau, I have no regrets in life!

It's a pity that he is upright when he enters the city bureau, and he doesn't dare to contact it.

My wife is gone a few years ago, and she has done a lot of good things, so it is estimated that she will be in the reincarnation team at this time, so it's better not to worry about it.

At this time, He Huai was going to publish a book, so he quickly recommended himself.

As for whether the book will be published or not - that's another story.

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To be honest, if you talk about the degree of excitement, being a person and being a ghost, it is simply not the same.

Be a man, take a walk every day, buy some food, go home to clean, play chess and cards, watch the hand-tearing devils sleep......

It's the same, and there is a little happiness of its own.

Play tricks......

"Ouch!"

Chen Aimin touched his chest, looking greatly stimulated-

"It's so exciting!"

"Lord Ghost Tree, you know the stinky pond when I died, that piece of water didn't stink, and it was zoned into the municipal planning area, and all the residents could move were moved, and they didn't get a camera, day by day, it's a lot of trouble!"

"Just the day before yesterday, I saw a man, dressed brightly, drowned a woman in a pond......"

He Huai has only stepped into the online literature world for two days, and he has no teacher to understand the essence of water-

"Details, details! Describe the details clearly, what a glamorous ......"

She didn't mean to be watery, mainly because she wanted to make a TV series in the future, and she would write a detailed adaptation by herself!

Zhang Aimin thought for a while: "Hey, it's been a few days, where do you remember it!"

"I remember the man, Svenwen, with a round pair of glasses with lacquered legs, gold-rimmed, half-framed. ”

"There is nothing special about the eyebrows, nose and eyes, but the face is quite white, and there is a small bubble on the side of the mouth. ”

"I'm wearing a white T-shirt with English on it...... Clean, blue jeans look like those legs, long!"

"But not my son!"

"Not as tall as my son!"

"Tell the point, get to the point!"

There are many details, and He Huai himself is impatient again.

Zhang Aimin said: "Oh, oh, the key point...... The point is, he drowned a woman in a pond! The body fell and the stone didn't float yet!"

and lie down beside him......

Zhang Aimin is a little unhappy: there is a difference between men and women, he has a son, this female ghost cries and cries every day and is stupid and not sane, and it is not a matter of lying next to him all the time!

He Huai's story focuses on "suspenseful supernatural thriller", it is said that it is so easy to make a ghost movie, although I don't see where the suspenseful thriller is, but there must be a supernatural -

Write it on!

"Details, what does a woman look like?"

"Woman...... I didn't have the embarrassment to look at the woman, but there was a mole under my eye...... This is not good, my wife originally said that such moles love to cry and be wronged!"

Seeing that He Huai was glaring at him again, he quickly pulled back the topic of splitting - "The hair is curly, dyed like a chestnut color, long to the waist, wearing a white skirt and a lace - you say this dress, my mother sat up next to me like a female ghost when she went into the water, it's too scary!"

After he finished speaking, he leaned over expectantly: "Lord Ghost Tree, my story is okay, if it's okay, I'll take a look at it and tell it from a different perspective for you...... Can you burn a stack for me when it's published?"

"A stack?"

He Huai looked at him: "Why do you want so much?"

Chen Aimin was a little embarrassed: "One is collected, one is read, and one is given to him when my son comes down for decades! His father has published a book, and he must also study hard! I will give the rest to the local water ghost when I travel to other rivers......

He Huai thought about it, he would definitely make a lot of money by then, just a few books-

"Okay!"

"Now, take a look at this story and tell it to me. ”

Chen Aimin's story has been written for a long time, but it has been done in 50,000 words - in fact, it can be done in 45,000 words, but it is not enough for 50,000 He Huai felt a little uncomfortable, so he thought about it and added the appearance of the parkour young man who hit him and killed him before, which was not enough, and in the end, there was no way, and the little young club was added - the badge was still pinched in Chen Aimin's hand bones!

50,000 words!

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He Huai sent out the story with satisfaction, because there is a readership base, and the story is relatively close - the time arrangement is very real. Plus a book of 100,000 words is not a small amount, and there are list recommendations - there are many people who have collected them.

She couldn't help but feel a little complacent, thinking that she would soon be able to reach the peak of the locust tree, so she quickly went to find another ghost to tell a story.

At this time, in the police station of Yuchi District, the imperial capital, a thin and haggard man was coming to report the case.

He wore a crumpled white T-shirt with an English logo on his chest, blue jeans that looked extraordinarily long, and gold-rimmed half-rimmed glasses.

He came to report that his wife had been missing for three days.

On the photo provided, it is a group photo of the two people in the mobile phone, the woman is smiling like a flower, taking a selfie under the big tree with him, the long chestnut curls are very charming, and a white dress with wooden ears is full of fairy spirit.