After Guo Yuying looked at everyone, she began to speak: "After graduating from Kirk University, I became the editor of a horror fiction magazine. www。 しwχs520。 com editing work is very tedious, constantly reading manuscripts, editing, proofreading every day. At first, he was acceptable, but work is work, and he always loses his original enthusiasm, repeating the previous day's work every day, and he really wants to find the same kind of enthusiasm: sleepless all night for a wonderful horror novel, and a direct call to congratulate him excitedly when his author is on the manuscript. However, one day you will find that a novel will always be a novel, it has a routine, and the author's train of thought will also have a stagnation, so don't force it, and don't expect surprises to come. However, Kirk is not such a person, he is not willing to go on like this, he expects his magazine to sell miracles, and high-quality manuscripts are the best dishes to attract customers. So, he went to various manuscript forums and posted a letter of invitation from his magazine. He hopes that the authors of horror novels who have the ability and potential will come to contribute, and he looks forward to wonderful manuscripts from both famous and newcomers. At the end of his post, he wrote: If anyone's novel can make me experience unprecedented horror, not only will I have a manuscript fee, but I will also give half of my monthly salary to reward that author. Yes, Kirk is not short of money, his family is well-off, but the only thing he lacks is father's love. Mom had told him that his dad was dead. But whenever he asked his mother where his father died, his mother just cried and didn't say anything. After the post, his mood did not return to calm, and he would open his email every day, looking forward to the surprise manuscript, looking forward to finding excitement from the novel. And the reality is cruel, and the more you think about it, the more you lose it. After that, although every day there will be authors to Kirk to contribute, add his Tencent QQ. But none of them made him tremble, none of them made him find the passion of the past. He sighed and went numb at the computer screen. The days rushed through between the fingertips and the keyboard, and in the blink of an eye, it was the end of the year. This is already the eve of New Year's Day, and this year has been spent in such a mediocre manner, he is a little unwilling, he is a little irritable. So I opened the mailbox again. There's a message in the mailbox. The strange thing is that this email has no sender and no header. He couldn't figure out why such a two-nothing email could be sent smoothly on the Internet, and what was even more strange was that there was only one word "you" in the email. Very boring email, he thinks it must be the work of some boring guy who likes to spoof. He hurriedly closed his computer and went to bed. The next morning, Kirk turned on his computer again and expertly boarded the mailbox. He didn't have to work anymore, but the editor-in-chief gave him three days off, which was a legal holiday. There was another email in the mailbox, with the words "Mom". He thought it was boring and threw it in the spam bin??? At noon, after he finished lunch, he lay on the bed boredly playing with his notebook, looking through the QQ chat history with the writer. He found out how hard he used to be, he would always say: "Dear, come on, write the next article hard, I'm looking forward to it!" Suddenly, a message popped up in the mailbox with a new email. He clicked on it, and there was another email inside, he didn't want to read it, but he opened it anyway, maybe he was really too lonely. He was expecting a miracle. The text is still two words "will". There is nothing else. He became irritable and quickly replied, "Please stop sending harassing emails, okay?" Otherwise I'll report your mailbox. Maybe the other party was also waiting for his reply online, and quickly replied with the text "tonight". He felt that the other party must be mentally ill and tried to blacklist the email without an address. But he couldn't, and the system said: You can't do that. He couldn't bear it anymore and closed the book. Walking out of the bedroom, he saw his mother working in the kitchen. He asked her strangely, "Mom, it's just New Year's Day, why do you have to prepare dinner so early?" When his mother saw him, she said gently, "I haven't had dinner with you for a long time, and today I finally got my wish." He suddenly felt that his mother's tone was very strange. Looking at her expression again, there was actually a hint of sadness, although it was hidden behind the joy. He suddenly felt very sorry for his mother, because he was too persistent and hard-working at work, he always worked overtime in the unit until late, and when he came back, he would always see the dinner on the table that was already cold. Mom has long since fallen asleep, and perhaps, she is also looking forward to having a good dinner with her son every day, but every time she is disappointed. He suddenly understood his mother's loneliness and hesitation, and he also understood how the gray hair on his mother's temples spread to the top of his head. Before dinner, his mother happily called him and said that he had made his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs. He hummed briefly, turned on his computer again, and checked his email. He vowed in his heart: watch it again, and then have a good holiday. There was another email in the mailbox. He was so angry that he wanted to know what this person was trying to do, and he was persistently sending himself boring emails. The text of the email is still two words: "Dead". Boredom, disgusting, shameless, shameless...... He cursed for the first time on the email, and he hoped that the person would come to his senses. But he suddenly realized that the contents of these emails could be linked together: Your mother will die tonight. He shuddered, his heart inexplicably tense. He hurriedly got up and looked at his mother, who was still busy in the kitchen, and she was still safe and sound in the kitchen, opening the refrigerator to get a bottle of fresh orange juice. Unexpectedly, my mother remembered that he liked to drink orange juice. At this moment, his heart was so warm. He was about to throw the expletive mail in the trash when he heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the dining room. Mom fell to the ground, blood spitting out from her mouth, her eyes rolled white, and she held half a glass of fresh orange juice in her hand. He had seen countless times the people in the novel died, but none of them could realistically fit the scene, none of them could express his feelings at the moment. He hurriedly picked up his mother and called 120. However, it was still too late, his mother died, and his mother left him forever. Perhaps, there will always be something abnormal before people die, and Mom's obsession with cooking has already foreshadowed something unusual to come, but he didn't expect her to die to commemorate their last uneaten dinner. The police took the remaining orange juice and said they would investigate the sender of the email as soon as possible, and that they would soon have an eyebrow. Mom's funeral was simple and not many people came to pay their respects. The empty cemetery, where Kirk stood alone, tears streaming freely down his eyes. The wind blew, and he seemed to hear his mother's whisper: "Child, live well." A few days later, Kirk returned to the newsroom. He could have rested for a few more days to adjust his mood, but he felt that only work would make him forget his sadness. He expertly boarded QQ and opened his email. The mailbox is full of manuscripts submitted by authors. He looked up from the bottom of the catalog, opened and closed and opened, repeating the mechanical action of no longer passion. Suddenly, a strange manuscript caught his attention. The title has only two words: Murderous Text. The author writes before the text: Hello, Kirk editor! I sincerely implore you to read this manuscript carefully, because it is not just your ordinary unsubstantiated nonsense and vulgar horror novel, everything about it will be closely related to your life, just like your nightmare, you will sink into it and you will feel a sense of fear that you have never felt before. The next step is the body of the manuscript, which is not signed by the author and does not have any contact information. My name is Kirk and I'm the editor of a horror magazine. At first, I was full of enthusiasm for my work, but the content of my work day after day made me feel that life was boring and that I had no head, so I posted heroic posts on major submission websites to solicit excellent horror novels, hoping to collect shocking, unearthly, and wonderful horror novels, and threatened to give such novels a special bonus - half of my monthly salary. But as the days passed, such a manuscript never broke into my mailbox. Until New Year's Eve, a mysterious email appeared in the mailbox - no sender, no title. There is only one word in the text, "you". On New Year's Day, I received four two-word emails, and the combination of these words was a sentence that gave me goosebumps: Your mother will die tonight. However, my mother did die before dinner, and she collapsed in front of a table full of dishes, blood running down the corners of her mouth, and half a glass of fresh orange juice in her hand. I was sad, I didn't know what I would have to rely on after my mother died, but it was a fact. After burying my mother's ashes, I returned to the editorial office to continue working, hoping to dilute the unspeakable pain through my work. But at noon that day, I received a mysterious phone call. The voice on the other end of the phone was sometimes low and sometimes high-pitched, and I couldn't even decide if it was a man or a woman. He said: "Before 12 o'clock tonight, bring your mother's suicide note and see you at apartment No. 147 Qikou Lane, I am your father." The call was interrupted. It was lunchtime, and Kirk's mobile phone suddenly rang, an unfamiliar number, and he quickly answered it, and the other party's voice and words were exactly the same as the description in the above manuscript. Kirk's hands trembled, and he didn't know what to do. He was dizzy, it was all too coincidental, too coincidental. He continued to look at the novel, wondering how many other things could have been so coincidental, maybe it was just a prank. I tensed up, my mind spinning wildly. Maybe it's just a prank. But Mom said that Dad had died a long time ago, and who was this person who claimed to be Daddy? How would he have known that my mom was dead? And do you know that my mother left a suicide note for me? After work, I didn't bother to eat dinner, so I went straight to the house, and the house was turned into a mess. That's right, someone broke in while I wasn't there. They didn't find the so-called suicide note before they called me. But I don't know where it is. I followed the traces that had been turned over and searched carefully. Do you know where I found it? It was found at Mom's Last Supper, wrapped in a plastic bag and hidden under that large bowl of sweet and sour pork ribs. I was reluctant to throw them away, because it was the last meal my mother had left me, and I would never eat it again, and I wanted to look at them, and I could only fall asleep by smelling them. I think my mom is the one who knows me best, that's why she hid her suicide note there, and she must have known that someone would come looking for the suicide note she left behind. Wait, something is wrong, and from this point of speculation, Mom seems to know that she is going to die. Everything was getting messed up, and I sat in my chair in a daze, thinking about whether I should give the suicide note to someone else. I opened the suicide note curiously...... The manuscript was interrupted here. Kirk felt a little regretful, and he wanted to know the contents of the suicide note. So he hurried home, and the house was indeed broken in, and the house was in chaos. He didn't care about this, hurriedly put his right hand into the sweet and sour pork ribs, which were already a little sour, and sure enough, he took out a suicide note wrapped in a plastic bag. But his hand that was opening the suicide note paused, because it was all too coincidental, like someone else had dug a trap and made him jump into it. But on second thought, even if it's a trap, he has to figure it out. The Juanxiu font on the suicide note was a little crooked, it was indeed his mother's handwriting, which made him inexplicably sad and surprised. K: Forgive Mom, Mom has always wanted to tell you something. Maybe no one would believe such a thing, but it happened. Mom met your dad as a teenager. At that time, love was so pure and flawless, just holding hands made us feel that it was the happiest thing in the world. At that time, your father had no money, and when we got married, the two of us ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles around the table. Later, with you, your father and I loved each other even more, and I would laugh for a long time every day when I looked at you. But the good times didn't last long, and your father was sent by the company to go on a business trip far away, and he was gone for more than half a year, and the news was almost interrupted for a while. Mom looks at you with a smile every day, but secretly washes her face with tears. That day, my mother received a long-distance message from out of town, saying that your father had been in a car accident and that the critical illness notice had been issued, and asked my mother to hurry up. So, my mother carried you in the hard seat of the train for more than 30 hours, and finally rushed to a small hospital in that place. But when she saw your father, she smiled happily, because your father was out of danger and could speak, but he still had a white bandage on his head. But your father's tone and expression are very different from before, and your mother didn't care at the time. But after being discharged from the hospital, my mother found out that your father was no longer your father. He became more and more dissatisfied with his mother, always lost his temper, beat and scolded his mother, and also contracted the habit of smoking and drinking. Your father was never like this, and he didn't care for you as much as he used to, and even said that you weren't his child, and your mother was very sad. One day, my mother happened to hear a strange thing from a relative in her hometown, saying that your grandmother and your grandfather died the year your father was born. Everyone in the village said that your father killed your grandparents. At that time, the midwife almost fainted when she saw your father being born, and your father had two sets of arms and legs on his body. A few days later, one of the arms and legs degraded and fell off, but luckily your dad's shape didn't have any effect. So, my mother consulted many hospitals curiously. The doctors all said that they had never seen this disease, and that maybe they should have given birth to twins at that time, but because of the lack of nutrition in the past, your father's twin brothers did not differentiate. One night after that, your father suddenly opened his eyes and said to his mother, "I'm not your husband, I'm your husband's younger brother." "It was a thunderstorm, and my mother was so scared that she almost lost her breath. It turns out that your dad's change is all because he still has a person living in his body, and the car accident brought that person back to life and successfully replaced your dad. So, a few days later, my mother fled that home with you overnight, and opened a haberdashery store with the support of relatives, and slowly got some money, and our life became better and better. Suddenly, one day, Mom unexpectedly received a call from your father, and he said viciously on the phone, I know where you are, I will find you soon. Mom was terrified, Mom hadn't been in touch with any friends since she left your father, and told relatives not to tell anyone our address, but he found it. He is simply a monster, he can accurately tell the city we are in, down to which district and which street, and even called. My mother knew that it was useless to escape, so she called the police in advance. Your dad was taken away by the police before he could see us, and was later diagnosed with intermittent insanity syndrome by the doctors at the hospital and left in a psychiatric hospital far away. Since then, our lives have finally returned to peace. However, in the last few days, my mother has always heard a voice that is exactly the same as my mother's voice. She told me, "Your husband escaped from the hospital and his clothes are in tatters. At first, my mother didn't believe it, thinking that she was always suffering from insomnia and having auditory hallucinations. But the call that came again from a distant place made my mother's hand holding the phone hang down all of a sudden, and the phone was broken in half. Your father's voice was faintly terrifying through the microphone. Mom doesn't know what to do, and I'd love to find a chance to talk to you about it. But you're always so busy that you can't even meet once a day. At this moment, the voice came to my mother's ears again, and she told her mother to write a suicide note to you, this matter will end because of the suicide note, and everything will start again. Because of the first experience, my mother knew that the voice was right, and that what it expected was always so accurate, and that maybe, my mother would die, but my mother was not afraid. Ke, you have to live well, your mother's hopes are all pinned on you. This is the end of the suicide note. Kirk's heart also sank, and he whispered to the suicide note: "Mom, the matter didn't end because of the suicide note!" "His mind was confused, and he knew that there was no way to explain it scientifically. He was also hesitant to change the situation, whether to see his father or not to see him, because he was not sure if the father on the other end of the phone was really his father. From his mother's suicide note, he also knew that it was useless to hide, and it was better to face it bravely. ”

At this point, Guo Yuying stopped. Originally, everyone listened attentively, but when they saw that Guo Yuying didn't continue to speak.

Charlie Ba hurriedly asked, "Hey...... Why don't you talk about it......"

Guo Yuying said embarrassedly: "I have something to ......."

Charlie Ba hurriedly said, "What's the matter...... That's it......"

Guo Yuying didn't take Charlie Ba, and hurriedly ran to the bathroom.

A few of us couldn't help but laugh when we saw it.

Charlie Ba also picked up the wine glass in embarrassment and said to himself: "To go to the toilet is to go to the toilet." Something else...... Nowadays, people do things at every turn...... Errand...... What a big deal......"

Rainforest yelled angrily at Charlieba, "Shut up for me...... Don't act like you're mentally ill, where do you have to force it, you have to force it......"

Charlie Ba drank his own wine...... Said slowly: "Damn...... Get...... Can't be messed with...... I drink my wine. Okay. ”

At this time, Sun Tielong also got up from the sofa, and Sun Tielong said, "I'm going to the bathroom too......"

At this time, Huang Xiaopo said: "There is Yingying in the bathroom...... You can wait. ”

I laughed and said, "There's a bathroom upstairs......"

Huang Xiaopo said: "Really? ”

Sun Tielong said: "There are a total of seven rooms on the second floor, and all seven rooms have toilets......

Huang Xiaopo sighed: "Wow...... That's amazing......"

"What's so great about that...... I'm going to ......."

Huang Xiaopo pulled Lin Qian and said, "I'm going to the bathroom too, Qianqian, you can go with me." ”

Lin Qian said: "I also drank a lot, and it is convenient to go to the bathroom......"

Wakahan and Rainforest are also going to go to the bathroom.

At this time, Charlie Ba smiled slowly: "Wipe it." Go to the toilet and play a gang ......"

I looked at Charlie Ba angrily. Who knew that Charlie Ba said at this time: "Wipe it...... I also have to go to the toilet. Saying that, Charlie Ba turned his head to look at Sun Tielong and said, "Wood go." Accompany me to the toilet. ”

Sun Tielong scolded: "Fuck your uncle's ......"

This group of people ran to the second floor to go to the toilet, and there were only me and Sun Tielong downstairs, as well as Cai Yingping, who had not spoken.

I just said to Cai Yingping kindly: "They all go to the bathroom, don't you go?" ”

Cai Yingping looked at me slowly, I never dreamed that Cai Yingping actually said: "Don't you remember who I am?" ”

I was stunned by what I said...... I looked at Sun Tielong, and Sun Tielong looked at me. I also feel like I'm drinking too much and hallucinating.

At this time, Cai Yingping asked again: "Li Qianqian, have you forgotten me?" ”

I stumbled back, "I'...... Know you? ”

Cai Yingping seemed very angry when he heard me say this, but it didn't take long for Cai Yingping to just look at me, and then stop talking.

I smiled awkwardly. It's really a big forest, and there are all kinds of birds. I'm already quite unusual. I can't imagine that there is someone more different than me......

After a while, everyone returned. Charlie Ba hurriedly said to Guo Yuying: "Beauty...... Go on...... Moving on......"

Guo Yuying wiped her hands and said unhurriedly: "What are you anxious about......"