Under the watchful eyes of Mr. and Mrs. Wei, I grabbed the brand-new sofa and began to retch. Seeing this, they immediately threw a garbage can over in the air, and Mrs. Wei said sharply: "Are you professional or not!" This is a leather sofa made from abroad! If you get dirty, not only will you have no money to take it, but you will have to pay us! ”

The more she said that, the more disgusting I became. I don't know what's wrong with me, I feel that my stomach is twitching for a while, but fortunately, my esophagus was retracted in time and I didn't spit it out, and the stomach acid eroded my throat, and there was a hot stinging sensation.

"Huh! You're right! This house is really ghostly! Don't look at my assistant's small body, but she has a psychic physique. As long as she retches, this house is guaranteed to be greasy! Qin Chuyi pretended to say, and I couldn't help laughing when I heard it, and quickly buried my face in the trash can to prevent them from seeing that I was laughing. This guy is really too good at pretending.

"Ah, that's it!" Mr. Wei was immediately frightened, and said repeatedly, "Disrespectful and disrespectful, I will compensate my wife!" Then master, take a look, how to catch ghosts next? ”

I saw Qin Chuyi stretching out his fingers in a good manner, calculating the trend of the flying star, which is what we often call "pinching his fingers and counting", and then babbled a bunch of words that I don't know about the corners of the world, shook his head, and finally slowly opened his eyes, and said steadily: "This ghost is still a little powerful, you go out first, and my assistant and I have to deal with it for a while." When it's over, you'll know. ”

After saying that, Mr. Wei immediately patted his ass and left, but his wife looked very reluctant, and gave us a blank look before leaving. I think so, if it were me, I wouldn't believe Qin Chuyi's pretentious god.

As soon as Mr. Wei and the others left, Qin Chuyi put on a completely different lazy state from before, and lay down comfortably on the big sofa, with a satisfied grunt in his mouth.

"I said Xiao Xiaoxiao, in the future, our family will also buy a sofa like this. Tsk, it's an import. He stroked the couch leather and rubbed his face against it.

"Die, who's with you." Rubbing his stomach constantly. Settle yourself down.

Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation drift through the innermost room, and I seemed to hear a strange sound in my ears.

Qin Chuyi should have heard it too, and immediately climbed out of the sofa, pricked up his ears and waited with bated breath.

Rushing.

Rushing.

The sound is close and far, as if someone is flipping through your head, and people are a little startled when they hear it. The sound could not have come from someone else's house, and I had never heard of the sound of a book turning so far.

"Ouch, there's a sound!" Qin Chuyi jumped up from the sofa all of a sudden, "Let's go, assistant, let's take a look." ”

As Mr. Wei said, the walls of the innermost room have been painted powder blue, and there are some cartoon cars and machine figures painted with them, apparently in preparation for the unborn child. In addition to the curtains and cribs that have already been installed. Nothing else had been put in and the room seemed empty.

I carefully circled the room, feeling a strange force coming from the walls.

Rushing

Rushing.

It was as if an invisible hand was scratching at the paper, and goosebumps immediately appeared on the arm.

Ever heard the story of the bean washer? A child who washes red beans by the water, is pushed down the river, and dies and becomes a youkai. People in the vicinity will hear the sound of "whooshing" and "whooshing" beans washing in the quiet of the night. Legend has it that the person who heard this voice that night should be especially careful at the water's edge the next day, because the bean wash demon will drag you in from the water.

"This crib is amazing! You see, you see. Electric! I'm going to buy one for my son in the future! Qin Chuyi didn't put his mind on slaying demons at all, his mind was full of freshness here and there.

"There's an enchantment on the wall." I ignored him, holding back the fear in my heart, and said as I stroked the wall. "Very strange power, feel familiar."

Seeing that I ignored him, he finally regained his proper working spirit, walked up to me, and began to caress the wall in front of him, following my example.

"Photos," he said. "This barrier is very similar to the one in the photo, something is trapped inside!"

I was immediately motivated, I happened to have no sleep last night, I was very tired, and now is a good opportunity to enter the enchantment. But I looked left and right, and I couldn't find a good place for me to lie down and fall asleep.

"Xiao Chao," Qin Chuyi suddenly smiled evilly, pointed to the crib and said, "This crib is an adult size, why don't you lie down and try it?" ”

Then, with a look of disdain, I finally obediently lay down in this brand new crib. Qin Chuyi finally fulfilled his wish and pressed the electric switch. In this way, I slowly fell asleep to the rhythmic swing of the crib and the unpleasant lullaby sung by Qin Chuyi in my ears.

Is anyone coming......

Has anyone come to my rescue......

Rushing

Rushing.

The sound of a flipbook kept repeating in my ears, and when I opened my eyes again, I was in an unfamiliar bedroom. The structure of the room is supposed to be the previous baby's room, but the stacked bookshelves and paper balls all over the floor in front of me remind me that this is the previous owner's room.

It's the dead novelist.

There seemed to be something sitting under my buttocks, and I felt a little uncomfortable, and when I pulled it out, it was one of those balls of paper, but unlike the others, this paper was folded into the shape of a butterfly.

"You're here." A voice sounded from behind me, and I was startled and immediately turned around, it was a strange young male.

However, the sound of "whoosh" did not go away, it continued non-stop, and coupled with the man's weak and ethereal tone, the atmosphere of the room became very strange.

"I'm stuck here, are you here to get me out?" He looked at me and said weakly.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the shadows under the windowsill with his back against the wall, only half of his body exposed to the sun. I noticed that he had a thick copy of the soft copy on his left leg, and his thin left hand was constantly writing on the soft copy, and it was from here that the sound of turning the pages came from.

This young man has long bangs, drooping on his head, dark circles around his eyes are very obvious, the whites of his half-open eyes account for most of them, and his white miserable skin looks like he hasn't been exposed to the sun for a long time. The white shirt he wore on the upper half of his body was a little more yellow than his original skin, and it was obvious that he hadn't washed it for a long time. The half of my body submerged in the black shadow was not real, but it attracted my attention like a black hole.

"You're a novelist?" I asked cautiously.

Hearing me say this, a satisfied smile appeared on his thin face. Almost with a breath of air, he said: "Yes, I am a novelist, my name is Zhuang You, and I specialize in writing monster novels." I'm stuck in this room. I couldn't go out and find her. ”

"She?" I wondered.

"Yes, my girlfriend, it's all my fault, I've got her involved." With that, he lowered his head. But the pen in his hand is still writing, and it seems that the words written do not need to be thought by the brain.

"What the hell is going on?"

"That's right," he began, "I like to write monster novels, and I usually work as a resident writer on the website. My style of writing is relatively strict, which is not in line with the fast food culture that is now popular, so the results are not ideal, I am a novelist, but in fact I am just an Internet writer. But I don't know why, but I started that day. I feel as if all these monsters in my pen have life. They haunt me day and night in my dreams, and I can't rest. My physical condition deteriorated, and I eventually died. ”

"That day? What's going on? ”

"Hmm. My novels are not popular, but I have always worked hard for my dreams, so I have no regrets. But one day, I suddenly received a letter with a blank envelope and a handwritten letter inside. The letter said that as long as I wrapped ten of my own hairs around a piece of paper with my name on it. Putting it in the window before the evening would make me a well-known writer. I thought it was fun, so I tried it and ...... Yes!! His voice cut off. Suddenly, he closed his eyes in pain, and his mouth let out a roar of "babbling" struggle.

"And then what's wrong?" I asked anxiously.

He didn't answer my question, and after a brief struggle, he suddenly said, "What time is it?" ”

I was stopped by this mindless question, hesitated for a few seconds, then took out my phone and looked at it: "Eleven fifty-eight...... Fifty-nine points, what's wrong? ”

"You go!" He said suddenly. "I don't want to bother you!" As he spoke, his left hand was still writing, and I immediately felt that the problem was with his left hand.

Before I could react, Zhuang You's half-open eyes suddenly widened violently, and his eyeballs were almost pressed out of his sockets. The bulging eyeballs fluttered violently, and the black eyes crumpled together, leaving only empty white.

"What's wrong with you......" I asked, watching him change in amazement.

He didn't speak, white foam spitting out between his trembling lips. My first instinct was that the guy was having a seizure, but the soft face copyist lying on his lap suddenly began to turn the page violently, and the sound of "whoosh" resounded throughout the room. After a few seconds, the page stopped on one of the sheets, and I saw a black object writhe from the white paper and swoop out.

It turned out to be a long bundle of hair that resembled a human being.

The hair grew longer and longer, as if it were growing out of the pages of a book, and quickly spread from Zhuang You's legs in the direction I was. As soon as I saw that the situation was not good, I quickly turned around and tried to flee, but as soon as I stood up, my hair grabbed my feet and necks, and I was dragged to the ground.

"Oops!" I screamed in pain, what the hell is this disgusting thing trying to do.

My hair dragged my body into the pages, and I hugged the corner of the table on one side of the room, desperately resisting the strength of my hair, and when I looked back, I saw that the novelist had stopped moving in his hands, and his unfocused eyes were staring in the direction I was.

"What are you doing!" I shouted to him, "Stop! ”

The hair was stalemate with me for a while, and there was no further momentum to spread outward. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and called him a few more times. He didn't respond to me, and his left hand, which had just stopped, began to write on the page again.

As he began to write, the tuft of hair began to grow like crazy again. Gradually, a strange head crawled out of the soft face lying on his lap.

"I'll go, what's this!?" I thought that this was the end of the matter, but I didn't expect a head to run out again.

I looked closely at my head, blinded by messy black hair, and there were no facial features on its light green skin except for a bloody mouth with bright lipstick. The huge mouth smutted for a moment, then suddenly turned its head and bit its own hair, and began to swallow it down its throat.

I instantly felt that disgusting overflow feeling coming from my stomach again, as if I had swallowed tens of thousands of hairs on corpses. I didn't know what that weird head was going to do, and I clung to the corner of the table for fear that my hair would pull me through.

As Zhuang You's left hand accelerated the speed of writing, the speed at which the head swallowed its own hair also accelerated, and suddenly it had left the soft surface to copy, dragging blood-red traces, and kept swallowing the bundle of hair that wrapped around my feet and neck.

Seeing that the scarlet head was only a palm away from my ankle, I immediately wrapped my arm around the corner of the table, and with my left hand, I slammed a bright red mark on the palm of my right hand, and jerked it towards the strange head that was about to go down my ankle.

This disgusting head came at the right time, and I was worried that I would starve the beast inside me today.

A dark red light suddenly lit up the room, and before the huge mouth on the faceless head could make a sound, it was carried into my body by a huge tongue that spit out from the wound.

Zhuang You's hand obviously didn't expect this scene, but after a short pause, he began to write non-stop. Suddenly, one after another monsters with strange writhing postures crawled out of the soft copy, and sharp roars kept coming from the pages. The soft-faced copy lying on his lap seemed to be a bottomless white hole, constantly spitting things out.

"Zhuang You!" I yelled, "Stop! ”

My right hand kept devouring the newborn monsters, but Zhuang You's hand speed was faster than before, and one more powerful monster swooped towards me one after another, and I had to close my eyes and support my trembling right hand tightly.

Rushing

Rushing.

The sound stopped suddenly. When I opened my eyes, I found that Zhuang You, who had been writing non-stop, had finally stopped.

"Zhuang You......?" Did he realize that everything he had done was useless in front of me?

He twitched his body, and the upper half of his white shirt slammed into the air.

I finally saw the other half of Zhuang You's body hidden in the darkness. (To be continued.) )

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