Under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees sway in the breeze above the window lattices, and the night is pleasant, quiet and cool.

In the room on the third floor of the Cecil Hotel, a charming woman from Australia is kneeling on the bed in red shorts and a white vest, in front of her, a laptop is placed, and in the computer documents, a row of terrifying words is gradually taking shape under the tapping of her ten fingers.

"The wind is very strong, the shadows of the trees in the moonlight are printed on the windows, and in the night wind swinging hard, the reflection of the branches is like a black hand hidden behind the midnight, grasping the windowsill with the help of the wind......"

After typing this line of text, she sat on the bed and fell into a daze, and she was always unable to enter the plot directly after the environment was rendered, which had been going on for almost a month.

She is a horror fiction writer, and what she is best at should be to substitute everything that happens around her into a terrifying atmosphere by changing the context, and then promote the plot in this atmosphere, using the environment, characters, emotional involvement and other factors to complete the creation. This is also the purpose of her coming to LA from Australia, because the mystery of the Cecil Hotel itself is enough to attract readers, and she even thought of completely connecting the 'Black Dahlia' and 'Water Tower Female Drowning Case' at the Cecil Hotel with the recent 'Bathtub-Naked-Corpse Case' to write a super long horror series, just ......

The weather in Los Angeles is so good, the moon hangs in the sky on a cool night, the stars are frequently shining, clear like fluorescent lights installed on the roof of an indoor canopy, and the breeze is like a sympathetic caressing, who doesn't want to rush out of the room at this time and find a random bar to pick out a lover to go for a walk on the beach together?

If you want to write a horror novel with enough atmosphere, you have to have a night of lightning and thunder and thunderstorms, right? The best street environment can be pushed from the embarrassment of the homeless when the heavy rain falls to the dead silence of the streets as the long shot of the movie can be pushed to the empty silence of the streets, so that there is an environmental foreshadowing, right now, how to write this?

She's starting to get into trouble.

When, when, when.

When there was a knock on the door, a look of anticipation appeared on the woman's face, and in order to soothe the entanglement that had been there for the past month, she ordered a super delicious cheese in the room service to accompany the red wine she brought back from her last trip to France......

"Who's there?"

She walked barefoot from the bed to the door unsuspectingly, even though there was no answer coming from the door.

Click.

The moment the door was unlocked, a man in a black suit appeared, this man was very mature, with a high nose bridge and that polite gaze set off in a smile, like a polite rich boy living in an ancient castle in Europe.

"What's the matter?" She didn't see the man pushing the food cart, even though the other man's clothes looked similar to those of the hotel duty manager.

At this time, there was a small crack in the door open, and there was a chain lock in the middle of the door, and a horror writer only dared to create at night when the door was completely locked, who made her a woman.

"I'm very sorry, dear miss, someone upstairs just complained that there was a screeching sound coming from your room, which has disturbed the rest of the others, is it convenient for me to go in and see what is wrong?"

When the other party's gaze followed the crack of the door and stared at the towering position through the chain, she deliberately straightened her pure natural full breasts - breasts, which was a secret weapon, and her beauty without sagging was her pride.

"I promise you won't notice anything unusual in your room, it's a slander at all, why do people who stay in cheap hotels always think that the sound coming from their room must be something else doing?" She deliberately showed dissatisfaction, and the moment she reached out to touch the chain on the door, she saw the charming smile on the man's face become even stronger: "I'm sorry. ”

Click.

The door lock was gently removed, and when the man in front of her made his first impolite behavior, she suddenly noticed that the smile on the man's face was a little, evil.

The man outside the door took a step forward when the door was not fully opened, and exposed himself to the incandescent light of the room in the dim corridor passage at night, such a simple act touched the defensive nerves of the female writer, if the safe distance between the two people was about three steps, at the moment, the man at the door was equivalent to breaking the barrier in an instant.

"You ......"

She reacted, and when she was not pretending to be a fuss, and wanted to confirm something, she only saw the man's work card on his chest as the 'manager on duty'.

Not!

A pair of slender fingers, which looked elegant, white palms poked in along the crack in the door, and this hand directly grabbed her neck, and then the powerful force exclusive to men pushed inward.

Touch.

The door was slammed open by the man's right shoulder, and he rushed in almost as if he had broken in, appearing like a demon in the otherwise pleasant surroundings at midnight.

Empty.

She was locked by her throat against the wall, her mouth wide open but she couldn't make any sound, and at that second, the man who broke into the room hooked the door with his right foot, and hooked the door with great skill.

Touch.

When the door was closed, a world was completely cut off.

The man grabbed her by the neck and stood close to the wall to fight, and the woman's clenched fists could not hinder any of his movements as she pounded her arms.

She was dying, her movements becoming more and more sluggish, her features distorted in pain and struggle corresponding to the graceful smile of the man's appreciation, and no one could have imagined that such a perfect night would hide coldness in the hotel room of Cecil's hotel.

"Whew."

He was inhaling, as if breathing in the fear emanating from the other party, especially when the woman's weak hand clasped his wrist tightly, using the last bit of strength to tear and pull, trying to break free, the man showed a downward appearance in extreme excitement, greedily watching the gradually increasing pain, like an idiot --- man staring at a woman on the bus in a --- erotic movie.

The elegance is gone, and all that remains is the dirt hidden in the deepest part of the heart.

The woman was not struggling, and when she was about to go into shock, he quickly reached out and grabbed the other party's shoulder, and forcefully reversed the hand that was stuck in the woman's neck before letting go.

Ahem, ahem.

This woman couldn't cope with the situation at all, she was just a writer who wanted to find some inspiration at the Cecil Hotel, and all she could do now was breathe hard after being soothed from the extreme pain, and even then, she still felt as if something was stuck in her airways, as if she had just been choked.

The man took advantage of this time to reach for the woman's shorts, and as soon as he pulled the red shorts off along with the panties, letting the towering and bouncy double-strands sway in front of him, he wrapped one hand around the woman's neck, and when he buckled it, he undid the belt of his pants with the other......

He didn't wear anything in it except that suit pants.

At that moment, he held the proud soldier with his hands, and after squatting slightly, he quickly launched the first charge.

"Ahh

The woman's voice in unprepared pain seemed to irritate him, and it made him tense up, and after wrapping his arms around the opponent's lower abdomen with the hand he had just let go of the soldier, he began to strangle the arm around the opponent's neck with all his might.

The timing was just right, and the woman never made any sound again, except for the limited volume of 'squeak', the room seemed to be muted.

Picking up the woman slightly, he quickly glanced back, under the woman's constant kicks, he tightly buckled his waist to prevent the key parts from falling off, and couldn't wait to lean back when he took a few steps back and approached the bed, this is the gluttonous feast that he has been waiting for.

There were traces of someone pressing on the cover, and the weight of the two men made the marks clearer, and at that time, the man clasped the other's lower abdomen and fixed it to himself, and the other hand finally began to die suppress.

Writhing, the woman could do nothing but writhe her body in pain and make her whole tense in a dangerous environment, and the man, lying on the bed and letting this woman sway, looked at the roof with empty eyes...... He, again, gets the pleasure that no matter how much money is spent, to satisfy the already distorted psychology.

PS: Look at the bird quietly, don't make noise, otherwise you won't be able to write anything in the future. Continue to catch up with the silence of the next chapter.