Mr. Lee is a horror writer, well, the kind that writes about some spooky ghosts, and he has a lot of fame. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info his pen has depicted many classic ghost creatures.

These ghosts are either thrilling or moving, in short, there are many people who like his stories.

Although Mr. Li writes about surreal things, he never believes in ghosts in his heart, he only believes in science, and does not think that there are really ghosts in this world.

Until one day......

Bang, bang, sonorous.

It was one night, because he had lazy cancer some time ago, and it wasn't until late at night that Mr. Li had just rushed to the manuscript that the editor had requested.

After carefully reviewing it and making sure that there was nothing serious, a smile appeared on Mr. Li's face.

He was about to go to bed, but at this moment, suddenly there was a strange knock on the door from outside the door, the sound was not very loud, but for some reason, it surrounded his ears, like thunder, and did not dissipate for a long time.

"Hey, what's going on? Why is someone still coming to my house so late? And, logically speaking, my address should not be known to anyone. ”

Mr. Li hesitated for a moment, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Because of writing novels, he was not used to the noise of the house, so he moved out of the house alone and found a very soundproof bachelor apartment outside.

The address here, except for the familiar editors, Mr. Li remembers that he didn't tell anyone.

"Could it be that Lao Meng is here?"

Thinking of this, Mr. Li couldn't help frowning.

Lao Meng is his editor, and the two are old friends, but to be honest, Mr. Li really doesn't want to see him.

Especially just a few days ago, Lao Meng urged him several times because of the manuscript.

"It's not going to be another reminder this time. ”

Muttering, Mr. Li finally left his seat and slowly walked towards the door, ready to open it.

Along the way, Mr. Li's heart was full of sneers: Hmph, if it was a few hours earlier, it would be fine, now, Lao Meng, even if you come, I am not afraid of you.

Walking to the door, as soon as he opened the door, Mr. Li said fiercely: "It's over, Lao Meng, you still come to disturb me, you have to give me an explanation no matter what." ”

"Hmph. ”

Thinking that he had made a very chic posture, Mr. Li turned his head with a smile on his face, waiting for Lao Meng's reply.

However, time passed.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

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After not seeing Lao Meng's movement for a long time, Mr. Li couldn't help but be a little anxious, he opened his eyes, but found that there was nothing around, let alone people, but he didn't even see a human figure.

", it's weird, Lao Meng, didn't you run somewhere to hide. ”

He searched around carefully, but he didn't even find any footprints, and finally closed the door in a huff, and said secretly, could it be that I have been writing for too long, and I have hallucinations?

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care. ”

Maybe it was because he was too sleepy, lying on the bed, Mr. Li fell asleep all of a sudden.

He had expected it to pass quickly.

However, who knows, the next day, the same scene still happened.

"Damn, isn't this endless?"

Mr. Li got angry and carefully searched the entire corridor several times. As a result, there was still no one to see, but the clues, but the people around him, thought he was a little strange - the neighbors next to him said that he disturbed the people in the middle of the night......

In desperation, Mr. Li had no choice but to give up the search.

When he returned home, he looked a little unpleasant.

"Hmph, if I let me know which guy is playing a prank on me, I won't let him have a good time. ”

Mr. Li slammed his fist on the table, and his face was a little unkind.

The same thing happened again on the third day.

But Mr. Li did not open the door easily, but walked quietly towards the door, trying not to let his footsteps be heard by the people outside, and he swore that this time he would catch the prankster.

However......

An even more spooky scene appeared.

He stood at the door, looking out through the cat's eye, following the faint starlight, and there was still no one in the gray corridor.

But the knock continued.

", what the hell is going on?"

Mr. Li opened the door impatiently.......................................

A moment later, a loud scream erupted in the hallway.

"Ah......h

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The next day, the people in this building found Mr. Li sleeping in front of the door.

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Later, Mr. Li went crazy, and when he met people, he said that there are ghosts in this world, and he met ghosts, and this world is unscientific.

But no one believed it.

His fans, his readers, are all sorry, sad, and pitiful about this.

But as time passed, gradually, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

Later, it was rarely even mentioned.

Only his editor, Lao Meng, in his old age, recalled old things and often poured wine and drank heavily.

During an interview, the drunk Lao Meng said to Mr. Li with a sad face: "The world says that there are no ghosts in this world, this world is scientific, and all science is supreme, but how can there really be no ghosts in this world?"

"Like you, you know, you're a dream builder! You have so many ghost stories, so many flesh and blood ghost things, how can you really not pay any attention to it, and be indifferent at all? hehe!"

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It is rumored that when he was old, someone saw the crazy Mr. Li, sneered and walked into a jungle, and then never came out.

In the end, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.