Chapter 17: A Writer's Story (Part II)

In the car, Brother Li lit a cigarette and continued to speak: "My friend, the writer, got up on the ground and stroked the head of the black shadow. The shadow was already very tall, and if he stood up, he could put his front paws on his shoulders. The hair of the black shadow is smooth and jet black, and it moves like lightning, leaving only a faint black shadow wherever it passes, which is why it is called a black shadow. The black shadow licked his cheeks with his tongue, his mouth filled with the smell of fish and the residue of fresh meat, but the disgusting scene seemed so kind to him. Because maybe the only one in this world who is loyal to him and loves him is only a dark shadow. When he got home, his girlfriend knelt in front of him and expressed to him that he would never do this again, and he accepted it inexplicably, because he couldn't let go of this woman in his heart. Speaking of this, Brother Li made an expression of disbelief, "He decided to marry this woman immediately, so that this woman may be somewhat restrained, after all, marriage can change not only men but also women, and the devil knows what he thinks." He learns about the man who was cheating on his girlfriend, who turned out to be a thug who met at a friend's party, a foreigner who was here alone, and he thought it would not be enough for them to live in the future. The two booked a hotel, made an appointment with relatives and friends, and the two of them were about to enter this married life that seemed deformed to outsiders. And he didn't quit the rented house in the suburbs, every day he would buy fresh pork and beef and other meat products, and come here to feed his own black shadow, his relatives' black shadow. ”

In fact, I have read a lot of Li Ge's articles before, and I think he is a writer with a calm mind, although he closed his pen a long time ago, but his narration should be full of literary brilliance and philosophy. But his narration made me feel a strong sense of jumping and indescribable excitement. I think I may understand why he got into business, he now has a cold appearance and a passionate business heart. This is not suitable for a mature and well-mannered mainstream writer, but it is suitable for a shopping mall warrior who finds a business opportunity to defeat his opponents.

"Two weeks before the wedding, he got a phone call from a guy on the other end of the phone who said, 'Dude, remember me? I'm your wife's concubine, hehe, I know you're getting married, do you want me to give you a big gift, I have a lot of nude photos of your wife. On the day of the wedding, I will give this photo to everyone, and it will definitely be a sensation. Or I can sprinkle it downstairs in your new home or downstairs in your parents' house now, haha. He heard a sudden ache in his heart, but quickly calmed down and asked; 'What are you going to do, what are you going to do, money?' Can I give you an offer? The voice over there was obviously incredulous: 'What? Dude, your comprehension is okay. You can rest assured that I am a trustworthy person, and I will leave the city after taking the money, or I will never bother you again. It's not easy for me to be alone, you can understand me best, I owe money in my hometown and come here, my parents don't recognize me when I die, I'm helpless, I don't have relatives and friends, I don't even have a job, even if I die, no one knows, so don't play any tricks, otherwise I'll be dead. He didn't know how to answer this admonition, so he could only listen to the man continue: "In this way, if you are very happy to give me 80,000 yuan at one time, I will no longer be entangled, and I will give you all the photo negatives." I said that I am a person who talks about credit, you can't bargain, I originally wanted to ask you for 100,000. For the sake of your offer, it only costs 80,000. Brother Li calmly told the story that I sounded a little angry, I thought that if I didn't give him money, I would call the police to arrest him first, and then let him enjoy himself in the detention center. But it's clear that the writer isn't me, and I don't want it to be.

Brother Li probably saw what I was thinking, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, my friends are all men, gentlemen." Even though he is a Sven writer. He had already thought about it, he wanted to let this man go and not return, and he took out 80,000 yuan, which was just a prop to appease the man. He asked the man to come to the house at three o'clock in the afternoon one day to withdraw the money, and that day he was the only one in the house, and his fiancée, the woman who cuckolded him, went back to his parents' house to see the old man, and it may take more than a week to come back. He had a military thorn ready, and he acted countless times, imagining himself stabbing that military thorn into the man's chest. Even though he had acted countless times, his hands were still trembling nervously. That morning he bought two pounds of fine steaks and put them in the old house, and watched the black shadow eat it one bite at a time, and the black shadow rose higher and stronger again. He wanted to see the black shadow, although his inference and design looked seamless, but once the East Window incident happened, the consequences were incalculable, and this might be the last time he looked at the black shadow. The black shadow raised his head after eating the steak and looked at him, his eyes revealing a trace of nostalgia and pity. He patted the shadow on the head and left. He walked all the way to the house, and on the way he smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, and he suddenly realized that his physical strength had somehow improved since he took care of the dark shadow, probably because every time he went back to see him, it was a workout. He was more confident that he had taken down the man. ”

That afternoon, the man arrived at his house at 3 p.m., as promised, and in fact he followed the man all the way from the roof of the building with a telescope. He noticed that there were no men on the road, and there was no one on the street or in front of the building. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the old people take a nap at home, the children go to school, and the young people go to work, except for midnight, when there are the least people on the street, which is a good time to get started. When the man went upstairs, he also went down the roof and returned to his home. He opened the door for the man, and the man peeked nervously into the room, still a little nervous when he saw that there was no one, and kept this distance from him, and then asked, 'Where's the money?' He smiled flatteringly and said, 'Go to the living room and tell me, and don't let the neighbors hear you at the door?' The man cautiously entered the drawing-room, apparently on his beware. He poured a glass of water for the man and asked, 'Have you brought the pictures and negatives?' You didn't tell anyone else you came here? I don't want people to know that one day I have to run into that shame. The man smiled wickedly, and did not dare to drink the water handed over: "Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person, and besides, who will I go to." I don't know many people in my city except for your wife, and I went in to eat and drink the party on the day we met. The negatives and photos are here, what about my money? My friend handed over 80,000 yuan in a cow belt, and the man looked at it and handed him a plastic bag with a lot of pictures and a few rolls of tape. The man picked up the money and was about to leave without saying anything, but he said that he would drink a glass of water and leave. Maybe he wasn't ready, and in an instant his hands were covered with cold sweat, and he didn't know if his wet hands could still catch the military thorn hidden under the coffee table. "The car drove to the city of Xinzheng, and under the guidance of Brother Li, we embarked on the road to a house on the outskirts of Brother Li. I heard Brother Li say in the teahouse before that he bought a homestead and then built a large yard, just on the outskirts of Xinzheng, on the narrow dusty road in the suburbs, Brother Li told the last paragraph of this story.

"The man turned his head and said with a twitch on his face; You don't have any conspiracy, do you? "No, I'm a weak scholar, what can I do to you as a strong man." He could only say in a curt. He decided to hold the man back, and then take out his thorn and stab the man while he drank water, but he stammered nervously, and he wondered if the man had discovered his intentions. The man made a surprised expression; 'What, you're weak, I heard your girlfriend say you're a writer and you're weak, but who knew you had so much strength to pounce on me all at once, and you still bite, you see my neck and arms are full of your tooth marks, I don't drink water, I'll go first.....' The man's words seemed to stop before he could finish speaking, and my friend, the weak writer, suddenly spread up like a beast and tore the man's throat. He, he remembered, there was no black shadow, no bloodthirsty giant dog. No, there was that cruel beast, but it was not the shadow but himself, or he was the shadow, the shadow was him. It turns out that it was himself who had been eating raw meat all along, not the black shadow, maybe the black shadow was just his fantasy or his self in the mirror. He understood everything the moment the man spoke, and he bit the man's throat like a black shadow, and his movements were so skillful. He laughed out loud when the sweet, fishy, hot blood flowed into his stomach, what suburbs abandoned corpses, what corpses were washed away, what was thrown away after a pause was a waste, a waste of his best food. In this way, he tore open the man's stomach one by one, and took out the fresh stomach, all this was so delicious. For the next four days he ate all the man's flesh and offal, and he also made a large pot of soup from the bones. It turns out that human bone broth is better than pork bone broth, oily but not greasy. Later, the writer stopped writing any works, he preferred the excitement of reality, he chose business and became a good businessman, but he never forgot the taste of human flesh. So he tried everything he could to enjoy the most delicious food in the world, human flesh. Today, he has eaten forty-five people. Probably more today. Brother Li's eyes revealed a hint of murderous intent, and he swallowed the saliva in his mouth. At this time, my friend had already driven into Brother Li's big courtyard in the suburbs according to the route given by Brother Li. I felt my hairs stand on end, and I wanted to shout out, but Brother Li grabbed my arm.

At this time, my friend turned around and said to Brother Li: "My day, this story is a bit interesting." I don't want to mean Brother Li swearing, the place has arrived, the yard is really magnificent, and the automatic gate is too good. But I have two questions in the story, one is where is your friend now? 2. How do you know how he felt at the time? "It's too blinding, my buddy's question will wake up Brother Li's killing intent, if he is that writer, he is a black shadow, he is that bloodthirsty monster. Brother Li smiled and didn't speak, his eyes returned to his former peace, then he opened the car door, and before getting out of the car, he whispered in my ear: "Don't worry, you two shouldn't stay today, I still need you to write my story." Then I was left in a cold sweat and my inexplicable friend.

Just now, I distinctly smelled a fishy stench from Brother Li's mouth............ It's the smell of blood.