Having just been released from the state of being in a state of writing novels, the head of your empty head is Ai Fangdu, with his instinct for the source of the sound of water, and goes straight to the sink in the kitchen. I thought it was an internal problem of the faucet, and I needed to spend a lot of time to repair it, but who knew that after twisting the water valve by hand, it was turned off directly.

"It's strange, it's obviously a water leak, could it be that the faucet unscrewed on its own?" After all, Ikatato has been living independently since he was in junior high school, and he still has these little common sense in life.

As time passed, Iibatato's head gradually sobered up, recalling the landlord's warning and the abnormality of this faucet, and couldn't help but be shocked, and some strange thoughts began to emerge from Iibata's head.

"Damn, a big man is still suspicious, it's not too early tonight, wash and sleep." Iibata shook his head, dissipating the strange thoughts that came to his mind. After going to the bathroom to clean up the dust of the day, I put away my computer and was about to close my door.

"Big brother......" A little boy's voice reached Ikatato's ears. Recalling the landlord's words again, Izukata couldn't help but feel a little creepy, and didn't go to the outer hall to find out, but closed the door and went back to bed.

And there was no strange sound coming from this night, and Iikata also fell asleep quickly because of the excessive use of his brain, although he was a little restless.

Although he only slept for six hours a night, the quality of his sleep was surprisingly good, and the feeling after waking up at 7 o'clock in the morning can be described in four words: energetic. Take this opportunity to finish the chapter that didn't end last night perfectly. I wrote 25,000 words in one day, and even Izukata felt incredible, so I planned to write a total of 30,000 words today and show it to the former editor to see if I could get into the editor's eye.

"Why do you look a lot older?" As he was washing, he looked at himself in the mirror and always felt that his appearance seemed to have aged a lot. But I didn't pay much attention to it.,Back in the dormitory, I started writing.。

After spending a morning and writing a large chapter of 5,000 words, I printed the manuscript and prepared to go to the editorial office. Iikatato, who walked out of the room, stared at the locked door in front of him for a long time, curious about what was in it, and then thinking back to last night's incident, Iibata Wataru's heart was still a little hairy.

However, when Iikata went to the editorial office and handed the manuscript to the editor for review, he was highly praised, and signed the contract on the spot, and also paid a certain amount of manuscript fee in advance. For the first time, I felt that "the emperor lives up to his heart", and I was immersed in the fantasy of the future, and at the same time I forgot the strangeness of renting a house.

I found a restaurant outside and ordered a hearty meal to celebrate myself. Iibata continued to return to his rented room and began to write excitedly.

"Why have I never felt so good before, and now writing a novel is like 'falling into a dream', completely like being there." It was already half past nine in the evening when Ikata reacted from the computer. And I unknowingly wrote 40,000 words, and when this thing spreads, there must be many people who won't believe it, and the content of these 40,000 words is also of very high quality.

The hunger in my stomach hit, and when I called the delivery call again, my number had been blacklisted by the other party. Angry, Fang Du had to go downstairs to eat something by himself.

"Rice?" Walking in the corridor and fantasizing about his bright future, Iikatadu was suddenly stopped by a voice. It was the landlord who lived on the first floor who spoke, and at this time he was looking at Iikatadu who was walking down from the upper floor with a surprised face.

"Eh, Aunt Landlord, why do you look like you don't know me anymore." Iibata responded happily.

"No... No. Are you still used to living on it? If it's not good, you can always check out." There was something strange on the landlord's face.

"Your rent is fantastic, if you want to add a monthly rent, it's fine."

"That's not what I meant, if you think it's good, that's fine. If you're going out now, remember to get back to your room before half past ten in the evening." After the landlord finished speaking, he hurried back to his house.

"The landlord looks so weird, it's just that I can only get ahead of myself by renting this apartment. When I get the manuscript fee, I can invite the landlord and aunt to have a meal and thank you well."

By the time Izukata returned to the resettlement community, there were still ten minutes before the promised ten-and-a-half. When I came to the old iron door of my rented house, I felt out the key and was about to open the door, when suddenly there was a sound of "stepping on the footsteps" behind me.

Turning his head, he found a middle-aged man with a pale face coming down the stairs. Iibata didn't pay much attention to it, because he conceived a very good plot during the meal, and now he can't wait to go back to his room to continue writing the novel.

"You... Do you want to live here?" The middle-aged man behind him said suddenly.

"Yes, yes. You just moved here yesterday, are you a tenant here?" Since someone else asked, Iibata naturally had to answer politely.

"Sort of, don't be too involved in one thing when you live here, you must get enough sleep." After the man said some inexplicable words, he walked downstairs.

Iibata didn't know what this sentence meant, so he walked into his rented room and closed the door. The whole person's heart suddenly tightened, and he seemed to realize a very terrible thing.

"Didn't I live on the top floor? Where did that man come down just now? I remember that our bungalow didn't seem to have a staircase up to the rooftop." Swallowing his saliva, he turned around and returned to the door again, and opened the iron door gently with a deep breath, and the stairs that he could still see when he turned around just now were now gone.

Wataru Izukata closed the door and didn't know what to do for a while. [,！ ].

"Big brother ......" When Ikatato was at a loss, a little boy's voice came into his ears. The sound was exactly the same as the one I had when I closed the door last night.

"The voice came from the house that the landlord said, could it be that someone was locked inside, how could it be?" However, when Iikata looked at the clock on the wall, the hands indicated exactly eleven o'clock.

"Impossible, impossible, I came out of the restaurant just now and looked at my phone, it was obviously ten o'clock." As a liberal arts student, his mind is already slow to think about problems. Now I am completely confused by the changes in the floors and times where there was no zài before.

The faint voice of "Big Brother......" came from the locked room again. And the subconscious curiosity of Iibata has been aroused, and he wants to see what is stored in that room.

Human beings are naturally curious creatures, and whenever there is an unknown thing around them, no matter whether the preliminary judgment in the subconscious is good or bad, they will always go to see what is behind the unknown. And the cost is often enormous.

"The landlord's aunt said that after eleven o'clock, you should not care about any movement in the house, but ......" Izukata Wataru walked to the door of the dormitory, stretched out his left hand, and tried to see if he could turn the handle on the door.

"Click!" The sound of the lock being released was very loud, and I thought that the locked room was actually opened, but inside was a very warm small bedroom, and in front of the desk by the window sat a little boy with a head no more than one meter away from the rice square, as if he was writing something seriously.

There is one detail that Iikato didn't notice, that is, the current time is obviously eleven o'clock in the evening. The room is filled with light that is filled with sunlight from the window.

The little boy seemed to sense someone coming in behind him, so he got up from his chair and turned to look at Iikatato behind him.

"Isn't this when I was a kid? No, it just looks like the face looks exactly the same." Iibata Wataru looked at the little boy in front of him who had the same face as his childhood, but his body was a little strange.

"Big brother, come here. I'll show you something." The little boy didn't open his mouth, but the voice reached Iibatato's head. And waved his little hand, motioning for Fan Fang to come over.

"Six fingers!" In addition to the normal five fingers, there was also a deformed finger that was neither long nor short growing from between the thumb and index finger on the waving little hand.

Iikata slowly leaned over and came to the side of the bed. The little boy sneered, and lifted the futon that covered the bed. Inside were two men and a woman with their noses cut off, their eyes gouged out, and their mouths sewn up. And that man seems to be the one who walked down the corridor before.

Iibata, who was about to retreat, found himself tied to the wooden chair where the little boy was sitting before. Six fingers reached into his mouth, grabbed his tongue, and pulled it out along with the root. Losing his tongue, Iibata's cry turned into a chiga.

Then, the little boy took a rough needle and thread and sewed up the bleeding mouth in a haphazard manner. After putting the needle and thread back, I took out a small rusty scalpel from the toolbox and cut it through the center of the nose. Because of the rust and not sharpness, it was pinched when it cut into the bridge of the nose.

The little boy was very anxious and at a loss. Finally, the scalpel was removed and the inside of the half-cut nose was started, and the nose was finally cut off, and the little boy wiped the sweat from his forehead with great relief.

It seems that the work is going on at the end, and it is also the simplest part, the little boy took out a large pair of tweezers from the toolbox, first clamped the right eyeball of Iikata, pulled it out vigorously, and then used scissors to cut off the nerve at the root. The left eye was also taken out in the same way.

"Ahh The moment his left eyeball was removed, Iibata Wataru instantly sat up from his bed, touched his face, looked at his surroundings, and realized that it was all a dream.

"I can't even remember when I fell asleep." Iibatadu looked at his watch, it was only four o'clock in the morning. But his spirit is surprisingly good, and with the help of the dreams that remained in his head before, he turned on the computer and started writing a novel......

ps: Ah Fei thank you for the moon cakes you sent, I don't have to have dinner tonight.