The sky is gloomy and terrible. Even the clouds could not describe what I was seeing at this moment.

The dark gray clouds obscured the sky, and I could not see the sun, much less the moon, which had long since lost its brilliance. The colors in my eyes were extremely pure, gray and black.

I opened the window, and the "boom" thunder became even more deafening, and he covered his ears, but there was a hot and damp smell in his nose.

I knew it was a precursor to an impending heavy rainstorm.

I don't know if this is a sign of me that a new calamity is about to come before my eyes.

Things in this world are really too wonderful, and often the more you are afraid of something, the closer it is to you. Often the more you want something, the farther away you will be.

I know this sentence very well now, because just now, the doorbell of my house was ringed.

I closed the window, and shouted "Coming, coming" as I walked towards the door, as if I had forgotten that I was a writer, and that I should have some bearing.

I looked into the corridor along the cat's eye, and what was reflected in the cat's eye was a black shadow that was almost invisible, and the black shadow seemed to be far away from me, at least visually, more than twenty meters away from me.

But in fact, when I cautiously asked who it was, a childish voice came in:

"Uncle, I picked up your delivery."

When I heard this voice and looked at the cat's eye again, I almost exclaimed, because in the cat's eye, there was also an eye, staring at me wide!

Soon, though, the eye slowly receded, revealing a little girl in a black skirt.

To be honest, I was taken aback by this little girl, but fortunately I am a writer of horror novels, otherwise I would have fled back to my bedroom in a panic. I looked at the cat's eye again, uncertain. It wasn't until I was sure there was no one else in the hallway that I mustered up the courage to open the door.

"Are you scared? Why is it slow. ”

The moment the door opened, the little girl's complaining voice came through the crack in the door.

"Uncle is home alone, cowardly." I smiled weakly, and left the door open to the strange little girl.

The little girl had a pair of very beautiful eyes, her long eyelashes floated slightly, she looked at me with some surprise, and kept rubbing a box about 30 centimeters long and 20 centimeters wide.

"Uncle is not ashamed to tell lies."

To my surprise, the little girl pouted at me dissatisfied. I'm a little strange, at least in terms of my character, I can't do such a thing as deceiving a little girl.

But before I could ask, the little girl said something that gave me a creep:

"Your white-clothed sister is so scary, with wet hair, miserable white body, you can't see your face!"

"Don't talk nonsense, where is there anyone!"

I screamed in fright and subconsciously looked back. But apparently I didn't see anything. Just not seeing it doesn't mean you can't feel it, just now, for a moment. I did feel a wet hand on my shoulder.

He came back to his senses and touched his shoulder, and the result was ...... It was really wet there.

"Uncle has something to do in a while, if you don't have anything to do, let's go."

I know something has been wrong lately. So I didn't dare to let this innocent child stay for a long time. And the little girl pursed her mouth again, no doubt blaming me for yelling at him just now, and for being driven away now.

"You're not a good uncle. This one is up to you! ”

The little girl said dissatisfied, and then shoved the box in her hand into mine.

"What is this? Where did you find it? I asked, confused.

"Outside your house."

The little girl didn't seem to want to say a word to me anymore, and then she ran downstairs. I don't know whose child it was, or why she found the box outside my door.

I didn't think much of it, or I don't have the courage to think about it now, because I thought of the sister in white that the little girl was talking about. It's no exaggeration to say that there is already a female ghost like Sadako in my mind.

I turned around and went back to the living room, but the door that I had left open closed on its own. With this door, my restless heart twitched violently, and that feeling was called fear.

When faced with horror, the author of horror novels is not the same as ordinary people. This difference is not because the psychological elements of horror fiction writers are good, on the contrary, they will be frightened by a little strangeness because of their rich imagination.

I belong to such a timid author. But on the contrary, he has a curiosity that is far beyond ordinary people.

So the plot of dog blood appeared, I held the box, and then lay on the floor, carefully observing the watermarks that appeared on the floor. The watermark is happy, but one thing is for sure, it definitely wasn't something I stepped on.

Maybe I really don't know when a female ghost in white came in, maybe she has been sleeping with me for many days. It's no wonder that I always can't wipe my gun when I "wipe my gun" lately.

I'm sure there's something bad in the house now, maybe it's staring at me coldly in the kitchen, maybe it's in the bedroom, or maybe it's right behind my back!

Panic is like a cancer cell, it usually lurks, and once it spreads, it can be quite fast. I'm not ×stupid, I know that there are ghosts in the house and still pretend to be people at home, I rushed into the bedroom while reciting Amitabha, and began to change my clothes with lightning speed, and most importantly, I took my phone, keys, and bank cards.

In the process, the box that I had been holding in my hand before was accidentally dropped on the ground by me. Then, a bulging head rolled at my feet.

I didn't scream because I was completely scared to the ground, especially when I saw the human head.

It's the little girl just now! Oh my God, I can't imagine that she gave me her head!

So, is "she" a ghost?

――――Excerpt from the fourth chapter of Xenogene's curse, Death Express.

Seeing this, Li Zhengyang's heart beat violently, because in his eyes, what he saw was not a novel, but a diary recorded by himself.

The feeling of depression and panic in my heart became stronger and stronger. Li Zhengyang closed the book and glanced out the window.

Dark clouds obscured the sky, and the rumbling thunder was incessant.

"No, I can't stay any longer."

Li Zhengyang thought about it, but finally couldn't bear this depression, and after he glanced at the time, he planned to change his clothes and leave. Merely...... Before he could get out of bed, the doorbell rang. (To be continued......)