Yan Shan solemnly recommends to everyone the masterpiece of the rookie editor and the same brother (in no particular order)

The author of "The God of War of the Online Game" is gloomy; The author of "I Want to Subdue the Devil" is Youming; The author of "The Merry Boy of Difu" is not K; The author of "Flowers Stealing Hearts" does not turn around

Recommend the Blue Wolf Emperor's bad masterpiece "Butterfly Sea"

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Whether it is carefully arranged and cleverly arranged, fooled by the police inspection, or a hundred secrets and carelessness in Jingzhou, all this is currently impossible to know, people are not as good as heaven, now we can only take one step at a time, to see who can have the last laugh.

Brother, don't blame me, blame only yourself, I've had enough of it for decades.

While sitting in the room to rest, he once again carefully recalled that there are not many families living in the community now, and all the small high-rise buildings are built here, although the top floor where he lives, but it is only the eighth floor, and the stairwell of each unit has not yet had time to install monitors.

It is estimated that not many people noticed that my brother came here yesterday, and now everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, as long as the broken corpses are cooked, take them out and throw them away in several times, this matter is completed.

And when it was a little later, I burned my brother's clothes and almost forgot about them, and cleaned them thoroughly with that kind of detergent for women's menstrual periods......

The night once again shrouded the surroundings, and the neighborhood was quiet, except for the family, who still didn't care about resting and were still diligently cooking the meat, the rest of the families fell asleep early.

Guo Songzi has been seriously sleep-deprived recently, and during this time she has become obsessed with writing novels, often fainting in the morning, and staying up late at three or four o'clock in the middle of the night to write.

As an urban otaku, she only graduated from college this year, she didn't care about that sentence at all, graduation was unemployed, and she only cared about buying a house in this community with the tolerance and sponsorship of her parents.

I don't know who has been knocking on something last night, and the noise made her head hurt, and the planned plot was stillborn, and she was affected all night, and she couldn't code a few words.

Finally, when it was dawn, the voice stopped, and Guo Songzi was sleepy, so he had to give up his writing plan for the day, and after sleeping enough during the day today, he would continue to code words at night.

Unexpectedly, when she sat at the computer in front of the window early in the evening and was ready to work, she smelled an indescribable aroma, with the unique taste of cooking meat, but it was not pure and mixed with a slight sour feeling.

This smell is not fragrant, it is said to be smelly or not, although the smell is barely acceptable, but its smell is too strong, and now the air is filled with this strange smell, which makes people can't help but have the illusion that they are trapped on the fire and steaming.

In addition to this strange smell, the community is actually very quiet now, but this smell has repeatedly interfered with her mind, and she deliberately looked at the time, starting from when she sat in front of the computer after eating, when she had just finished the news broadcast, half past seven, but now it was twelve o'clock, and the damn smell still couldn't get rid of it.

Guo Songzi gave full play to his imagination as an Internet writer, could it be that the stewed meat family, does it need to dispose of the corpse after killing a person? She thought viciously, otherwise how could she be cooking all the time, at this time, even a cow would be stewed.

She really couldn't say anything, so she stood by the window and carefully observed which room this smell of meat came from.

It didn't take much effort for her to find the source of the smell, there are currently four households in this community, the other two have turned off the lights and rested, and the other one is still brightly lit at this time, and it happens to be upwind, and the wind has blown the smell from that house, there is no doubt that it is his house.

Anyway, bored, Guo Songzi's heart moved, and decided to take this family as the focus of her observation of life, didn't it say, good novels are inseparable from life, and writing novels also requires collecting a lot of materials, which is also one thing.

So she hid behind the curtains, and looked closely at the two opposite corners of the house, which were on opposite sides of hers, and it was in the upper left corner of her window that she could clearly see a small corner of the living room of the house that was blocked by the curtains.

Just as the owner of the house was leisurely watching TV and doing the final finishing touches, his cell phone rang again.

It was still the brother and daughter-in-law who called, and the same question was asked, did you see her husband.

Every time he received a call from her, he didn't know what it was like, but she didn't call him, and he felt that thinking about it day and night, like a cat scratching in his heart, made him restless.

Holding the phone, he talked to her in a rambling manner, smelling the strange smell of meat from the pressure cooker, and several times he almost blurted out, telling her not to wait, her man was churning in his own pot.

It's just that reason still reminds him from time to time, don't talk nonsense easily, otherwise all the work he has done since yesterday has been wasted? He simply complied with her words, carefully avoiding any conversation with her husband, the one he had mercilessly killed and was cooking.

On the phone, her voice sounded very anxious, she couldn't say anything else, and brought the topic back to her husband, there was no way, the man could only accompany her to find a way, and where the deceased might go.

He suddenly remembered that once, she also called eagerly to ask about her husband's whereabouts, and she was in a hurry with her at that time, only to learn later that her brother and her husband did not say hello, so they followed people to the countryside and mountains to play for a few days.

Thinking of this, he seemed to have a bottom in his heart, so he began to hint at her in the language, did her husband's bad habits start to attack again, and ran out to play again without telling the family.

Sure enough, following his words, the brother and daughter-in-law quickly came to a conclusion by themselves, in her original words: "That dead ghost, I don't know what kind of illness I have been sick again, last time I said that I was going to raise my lungs, but this time I don't know what demon moth I pulled out......"

He was a little proud and listened to her chatter on the other end of the phone with sadness, and there were ripples in his heart, he really wanted to become the dead ghost in her mouth, in order to feel her warmth and love again.

It's just that the "squeak" sound from the pressure cooker interrupted his reverie, now is not the time to fantasize about these ups and downs, and he secretly reminded himself in his heart that the current focus is to quickly dispose of those things that have changed beyond recognition.

I don't know if cats and dogs eat these things, and I don't know how long it will take them to finish eating, alas, no matter what, let's deal with them all first.

The phone hung up quietly in his silence, the brother's daughter-in-law has long known what kind of character he is, and has never intended to be polite to him, and it has long become a habit to not speak to him often, every time she calls him, she is taking care of what she wants to say, and no matter what he will say, she hangs up the phone directly.

Before he knew it, the night was over, listening to the hourly time from the bell in the living room, it was already more than eleven o'clock, and he didn't wake up last night, although there were still many pieces of meat that needed to be cooked, but sleepiness hit, he couldn't hold it anymore, hastily cleaned up the house, turned off the fire on the gas stove, and climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Before falling asleep, he suddenly felt a sense of emotion, as if he remembered something, came out of the room again, and carefully inspected his house of less than 100 square meters, for fear that there would be any clues and flaws.

Sure enough, he found a talisman jade Guanyin that his brother liked to bring on his body in the corner of the sofa, and he remembered that Guanyin was invited by his brother's daughter-in-law in a royal temple halfway when he went to Jiuzhaigou to play.

At that time, she still thought that the jade material was not good, but when she got it in her hand, she loved it very much, so it took hundreds of dollars to invite it according to her wishes.

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for this piece of jade Guanyin to appear on his brother's neck, alas, at that time, he knew that there must be something to hide from him, but at that time, he would rather be a blind and deaf person, than want to see more, listen and think more than half a word.

Unfortunately, many things don't happen because you don't want to watch or listen, but because of your subjective consciousness or because of your resistance.

He subconsciously squeezed this piece of jade Guanyin tightly, and endured the pain of the edges and corners of the jade that pressed on his palm because he was too hard.

The past is unbearable, especially his past, every year, every month, every day, all full of humiliation and pain, this heartbreaking emotion that makes him feel is due to his so-called good brother.

Guo Songzi, who was peeping behind the curtains, suddenly saw the family that he was listing as the object of key observation, and a man appeared by the window of the living room.

I saw him clenching something tightly in his hand, and stood by the living room window for a long time, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he threw the thing in his hand into the woods on the hillside behind.

Seeing his movements, Guo Songzi suddenly had a hunch that what he threw away must have a vital effect on something, and she suddenly decided that she would find an opportunity to go to the woods where he threw things during the day tomorrow anyway.

Guo Songzi carefully turned off the light in his room, creating the appearance that he had rested, and then patiently lay on the windowsill, carefully observing the man's every move.

It's just that to Guo Songzi's disappointment, the person opposite stood quietly by the window of his living room for a while, although he didn't close the curtains, he turned off all the lights in the house, obviously preparing to rest.

Guo Songzi fanned his nose again and sniffed the smell in the air carefully, the smell was a little diluted, and it was obvious that he had stopped cooking.

She shook her head, laughed self-deprecatingly, blamed herself for being nervous, and prepared to turn on the light and calm down to write a few chapters of the novel.

Unexpectedly, when her eyes inadvertently swept over the balcony of the opposite house, she was once again attracted by the scene she saw from there, and the person quickly fell back to the windowsill again, staring intently at it.