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When I woke up, I had a terrible headache.

The basement I rented had no windows, only a vent near the ceiling.

A ray of sunlight squeezed in from there, trying to dispel the darkness and dampness of the room.

And those rotten and moldy smells.

I rubbed my head and saw that my hair was already very long, sticking together one by one, a bit like Medusa's hair.

The beard hadn't been shaved for a long time, and it was covered with fat saturated with preservatives in instant noodles.

The clothes on his body were about to grow together with the skin, and when he pulled them off, he felt a little painful.

I fumbled in my pocket in frustration and found only six dollars and nine cents.

I suddenly remembered that when I moved in, there seemed to be an electric clipper for a haircut in the house.

I rummaged through the cabinets to find it, only to find that it couldn't help my almost bulletproof hair.

I went out and bought a pair of scissors on the side of the road for a piece of five.

Cut first and then push, and finally get the hair and beard clean.

Lying on the greasy bed, I felt very comfortable.

The fear of last night was gone, and there was even some expectation of seeing that faceless face again.

I think the more I come into contact with these things, the easier it is to find her.

People are always contradictory, and the moment the sun went down the horizon, I began to feel fear again.

Walking out of the basement, I walked aimlessly down the hustle and bustle of the street.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd made me forget my fear for a while.

It was only in the middle of the night that I made my way back to the basement.

It seems that the damp smell of corruption in the room is more suitable for me.

Sitting in front of the computer, I couldn't write a word.

"Didi, Didi"

The electronic watch in your hand makes a sound to tell the time.

It's twelve o'clock.

Sighing, I was ready to go to bed, I was destined to not write anything tonight.

Suddenly, a QQ chat dialog box pops up on the computer screen.

I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything.

"You should be lonely on a night like this."

Looking at this inexplicable sentence, I couldn't help but feel a little numb in my scalp.

I certainly wouldn't pretend to think that this was some girl's dating message.

Taking a deep breath, I typed the next line:

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm happy to be your neighbor."

I felt a little weak in my heart, and I looked around, and there was nothing abnormal.

"Don't look for it, you can't see me."

The fear of the unknown was stronger for me than the face I saw last night.

There was an inexplicable flash of inspiration in my head.

The desire to write suppressed the fear in my heart and forced me to knock down this story:

"Late at night, on the top of a silent mountain, with a cool breeze.

A speeding motorcycle roared towards it and came to an abrupt halt in an open field.

The slender figure jumped off the back seat of the motorcycle and hugged the man who was driving.

Under the bright moonlight, the girl smiled very charmingly.

I don't know if it's because of the drink, her cheeks are slightly red, and she looks particularly attractive.

The man took off his helmet and reached out to wrap his arms around the girl's slender waist.

The girl gently closed her eyes and waited for the man's kiss.

Primal desire, pure release.

The voice is coquettish, and the heart is lightly buttoned.

For some reason, the man stopped at the last minute.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then squatted down with a smile......

The man looked up, an expression of intoxication and enjoyment.

Behind his back, he quietly unfolded a white plastic bag.

The moment the girl looked up, he slammed the plastic bag in his hand on her head.

Her legs clamped the girl's body tightly, and all her struggles were in vain.

The girl's struggle became weaker and weaker, and the plastic bag was tightly pressed against her face, making her pain and unwillingness to show her hideousness and horror.

Her body slumped limply on the ground.

The man looked at her indifferently, his eyes full of strangeness, as if nothing had happened just now.

He took out a case from the black backpack of the motorcycle, which he struggled to hold, as if it had some weight.

The sharp scalpel sliced through the girl's body, and her internal organs were taken out one by one and placed in the box.

The last one to be taken out was a fist-sized organ, and I don't know what it was.

The man brought it under his nose and breathed in its scent intoxicated and greedily.

Then he actually stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it in a big gulp. ”

Writing this, I feel a little nauseous, even though I haven't eaten anything all day.

But it couldn't stop.

Swallowing what was in his mouth, the man sprinkled a small bag of lime into the girl's abdomen and sewed it up.

The body is then wrapped in plastic wrap and packed into a bag.

After a while, a car quietly stopped next to it.

A woman about the same age as the man gets out of the car.

First talked to the man for a few words, and then smiled and put the box in the car.

The girl's body was also thrown into the trunk.

The body was sealed in the basement wall with cement by the man.

A few mahogany nails went through her body and into the cracks of the bricks.

The girl's internal organs were replaced by different patients, and one of the operations was performed by the man, who gave a kidney to his father, who had uremia. ”

I don't know where I was inspired to write this story, or why I wrote it.

It wasn't until I clicked publish that I realized that I had posted a chapter that was inexplicable.

I bought a pack of white reishi mushrooms with the few dollars I had left, and the cigarette floated out into the corner behind me for no apparent reason.

A month later, the police dug up a body in the wall of that corner.

The corpse had been decomposed and dried, and it was impossible to see it.

But I could clearly see a strange smile on the corpse's face......

Until now, every time I smoke, the smoke still floats behind me regularly, and then quickly disappears.

That night, the TV news reported this news:

"An amazing coincidence of an online novel author, the police cracked a bizarre organ smuggling case based on clues......"

Two days later, I came out of the police station, took my computer with me, and got on the train to the south.

I want to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and find a beautiful mountain forest to live a secluded life.

Since ancient times, Xiangxi has been rendered strange and mysterious in people's oral telling.

I thought, maybe there, I can get a way to find her.

I walked through many villages until I came to Monan.

It was a village built in the middle of the mountain, with only about 30 households.

I had been walking in the mountains for days, looking for some water.

Under an old locust tree, an old woman stopped me.

The wrinkles on her face almost made it impossible for me to discern the presence of her eyes, but one of her words made me decide to be there immediately.

I couldn't read her expression, I just remembered the words:

"Rolling the past, the ...... flowers on the other side"