Eight years ago, in the eastern district of X city, it was a rainy night.

When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding scene had been turned upside down, Gu Yun got up from the carpet, although it was still the same room, but the position of the furniture was obviously deviated, the only light source in the living room came from the chandelier hanging directly above him, the orange light flickered on and off, and the thunder outside the window from time to time made the atmosphere in the room look a little gloomy.

An Ling was gone, replaced by an old man sitting at the dining table and eating melon seeds.

Gu Yun recognized the identity of the old man at a glance - Song Gu at this time was no different from the photo in the newspaper, wearing a yellowed white second-way vest, and the melon seed shell didn't care at all when it fell to the ground, looking very sloppy.

Song Gu seemed to have not noticed Gu Yun at all, and continued to eat melon seeds leisurely.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Song Gu's eyes lit up, and he walked quickly to the door and opened the security door.

A man in a black trench coat and a black top hat was greeted by him.

"You're %@#先生吧?"

Gu Yun subconsciously frowned, when Song Gu mentioned the man's name, all he heard was a sharp and piercing noise, and then looked at the man in the trench coat, only to find that the other party's face was also distorted, and he couldn't see the slightest feature at all.

The man in the trench coat seemed to be talking to Song Gu, but Gu Yun didn't hear anything, Song Gu was talking to himself as if he was playing a one-man show the whole time.

The two talked at the door for a while, and Song Gu enthusiastically asked the man to sit across the dining table, rummaged through the refrigerator and found some snacks, and made a cup of coffee for each other.

"%@#先生, to be honest, it's been getting harder and harder for me to control my craving since a month ago."

When Song Gu said this, his face was not full of fear and helplessness like a patient, on the contrary, his tone sounded extremely excited, "Actually, I have developed a strong interest in the human body since I was very young, of course, it would be better if it was a young woman. ”

"It's hard for me to explain to you where this impulse comes from, but recently I finally found an opportunity, and this time the visitor was a young girl who had a quarrel with her family and came to work in City X in anger, she was very simple, and told me how many parents ignored her wishes, and also told me that if she violated her parents' expectations, she would be severely beaten."

"She seemed to have had some drink that day, and she was a little emotional, and by then she had a dry mouth, so I went to the kitchen and made her a cup of instant coffee like I had just done – instant coffee was good and uplifting, but I added something else to it."

"This is the first time I've done this, and I thought the medicine bought at a low price from the peddler would fall off the chain, but the little girl fell asleep quickly, and after so long she babbled on and on, it was time for a good rest."

So I carried her back to her bedroom and laid her flat on the bed...... What kind of eyes do you have? I wasn't looking for superficial thrills, I felt that the real charm of the human body was not in the outside, but on the inside, so I took out the scalpel I had prepared – I bought it from a friend who had also lost his job in the financial crisis. ”

When she got to the seventh cut, she woke up and panicked at the changes that had happened to her, but she couldn't move because of the effect of the medicine...... But even if there is no medicinal effect, she can't move, I have a deep study of the human body, and the four knives at the beginning have completely cut off the possibility of her resistance. ”

"Then she cried and begged me to stop, of course it didn't work, I was only halfway through my artistic process, how could I give up halfway?"

"The first time, destined to be the most special, so I counted, and at the one hundred and thirty-second cut, I opened her completely and understood every detail of her being, which was much more vivid than her words, and everything about her was presented to me in its entirety...... The fly in the ointment is that the little girl doesn't seem to be able to make any sound anymore, probably at the thirtieth knife, or at the twenty-sixth knife to stop crying? I can't remember a little bit. ”

"So%@#先生, I'm a big fan of yours, as you can see, we are the same kind, and we have an understanding of the human body and art beyond ordinary people."

"I love your book "Mary in the Frame" the most, especially the little girl who broke into the wrong place at the wrong time, it just sticks in my memory! How did you come up with the idea of using the weird tale as a trick to imprison her alive in the back of the frame? ”

"Although there may be differences in the way we present art, the concept of pursuit is the same, what we are looking for is the intersection of beauty and despair, and only the most extreme despair can bring out the most beautiful part of human beings - how? Could this be an inspiration for your next work? ”

At this point, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

A little girl wearing bear pajamas, barefoot, and a disheveled hair came out sleepy-eyed, she rubbed her eyes, and was stunned at first when she saw Song Gu and the man in the trench coat, and then greeted the two very politely.

Then she went into the kitchen in a daze, got a bottle of mineral water, and went back to her bedroom in a daze.

There was a sudden silence in the room for a long time, and it was finally Song Gu who broke the silence.

"That little girl just now is the prototype of the heroine, how is it, it's pretty cute, right?"

After a brief silence, the man in the trench coat seemed to say something to Song Gu.

"Haha, you're really good at laughing, of course she's not dead, if someone really dies, I won't have a chance to see you - what I just told you is that I recently conceived the book, the tentative title of the book is "The Terrible Old Man", alas, it's a pity that I don't have much writing talent, so I can only think about it alone at home."

"By the way, can you privately reveal what the subject of your next book is?"

"The ghost of the misty and rainy day in the middle of the highway, causing the vehicle to fall off the cliff? Well...... Sounds good. ”

"That's the charm, to be able to express your usual unrealistic thoughts in another way, just like the final ending of "Mary in the Frame", the key is the desperate beauty - you can't really imprison some high school girl behind a mirror in the basement, right?"

In response to Song Gu, there was a long silence.

Song Gu stared at the man in the trench coat sitting opposite, the two kept looking at each other, the big grin on his face gradually disappeared, he seemed to sense something, he became no longer fanatical, and after calming down, he began to panic.

The chandelier flickered unseasonably in the room, and the rainstorm outside the window was pouring down, leaving the room only the sound of raindrops hitting the window.

I don't know how long it took, the man in the trench coat seemed to finally say something, and the expression on Song Gu's face finally returned to normal.

He immediately clapped his hands, "Hahaha, %@#先生, you really deserve to be a horror writer, I'll just say, how can anyone really do this, I was almost deceived by you just now." ”