A philosopher once said that for art, there are two basic human desires that can be stirred up at a very small cost: fear and sexuality. People will take the suspenseful stories of hearsay for granted, speculating and conjecturing, making the situation of subversion even more exaggerated. But this is not a moment of horror and fear, at most it will be deeply confused and uneasy, but beyond that, there is nothing more profound than witnessing it firsthand.

When Xiyuan found that the roll paper that had been torn off just now was still intact, she was stunned. Hey, what's going on, oh, are you kidding me? She marveled in her heart that there was no one else but the room attendants. Xiyuan quietly approached the door of the bathroom, without making a sound, and said in his mouth: "You move quickly, after sorting out the toilet paper, but there can only be one place to go, you must be in the living room." With that, Xiyuan rushed out, and she ran to the living room and looked around.

"Come out, don't hide, I know you must be here, are you trying to scare me?" She paced around the room, finally locking the closet near the bed, where an adult could be hidden. "Oh, well, it seems, it's me who is dazzled, maybe you would have gone out a long time ago." Xiyuan, who was talking to herself, came to the closet quietly, of course she didn't say it to herself. "Okay, I'm going to take a shower, take a shower!" She let out a low roar and pulled open the closet with lightning speed. Creak......

There are two quilts in the cupboard. "Hey, it looks like you're not here." Bewildered, she surveyed the empty halls around her, and a strange smile appeared on her face. "Hmph, other than that, there's only one place to hide, do you think you can hide it from me?" Xiyuan squatted down and looked under the bed, but the result was the same. "Impossible, how can there be no one?" She reached the door facing the living room, where the chain had not been removed, and apparently no one had gone out. With doubts, Xiyuan sat on the end of the sofa and dialed the phone at the front desk.

Doodle...... Doodle...... Only this ethereal voice echoed in the deserted room.

"Hey, hello, I'm a guest in room 508, have you arranged room service for me?" Xiyuan was slightly dissatisfied, even the service should be upright and bright, and making it so mysterious would only make people overly nervous.

"I'm really sorry sir, I'll arrange for you to send it over as soon as possible, I'm very sorry." It's a very standard female tone, and it's really like staying in a five-star hotel.

"What did you say?" Xiyuan held the phone close to his ear and asked in surprise, "Do I speak like a man?" What did you arrange to send over? ”

"Hi there, welcome to call the front desk, what can I do for you."

Xiyuan frowned, could it be the voice of another customer service before? simply said again: "I am a traveling ...... in room 508"

"No problem, do you need to open the wine?"

"Hello? What are you talking about? Xiyuan's questioning voice became louder and louder. I don't understand at all. ”

"Okay, the waiter will bring it to you later, and I wish you a nice dinner." Xi Yuan Mu was stunned, and slowly stood up, her hands trembled, and she held the landline in her hand, and the delicate female voice in it was still spreading. "Hello, I will notify the cleaning staff as soon as possible to come and clean, please be patient...... Oh, miss, do you want to book a suite? No problem, I'll keep it for you for an hour, thank you and goodbye. ”

Stringed? Xiyuan hesitated, turned the phone on, and she took a deep breath: "Wow, it seems that there are a lot of outsiders coming to the town." ”

Tan Lin was very helpless, she didn't expect the light in the bathroom to be broken, and when she turned on the faucet that had already been corroded by rust, the creaking and screeching sound made people feel frizzy, and there was not a drop of water coming out of it. "Oh, this damn hotel." She kicked the tub hard, and a stone brick fell loose and fell into the bathroom, crackling. The expectation of taking a hot bath was shattered, I am afraid that Xiyuan was the same as herself at this time, she looked upstairs and did not make a sound at all. Looking at the blurred mirror, Tan Lin couldn't relax the tense heartstrings, and then left the bathroom, but she didn't know that when she left, the figure in the mirror did not disappear.

Back in the living room, she looked at the messy bed and sneered, I don't know how many men and women have slept on it, what they have done, both good and bad. She let out a long sigh, her irritability and distress relaxed slightly, and she inadvertently came to the rocking chair by the windowsill, and then took out the notebook in her arms, and quietly explored the strange things that Tan Su encountered in this town.

[Time: The night I entered the town, I forgot the specific time, about the end of February.]

When I arrived at Kennel Town, I realized what kind of town it was. From the very beginning, I thought that the journey would not be so smooth, and my partner would not accompany me into the crazy screaming forest again. In the gloomy wind, the primeval forest laughed like a psycho, and the dense foliage fluttered like ghosts, all of whom thought there was something ominous in it, and persuaded me to abandon the trip. But two hours later, I was able to walk out of the dense forest, which seemed strange to them, and unfortunately there was no one to accompany me.

Only the cold wind pierced through my thin and fragile body, making it sore, and my wrists and ankles were like broken and fallen tree trunks, weak and heavy, and even the symptoms that had been cured a long time ago had returned. In my early years, because of my messy creative time and irregular work and rest, I fell into a lot of diseases, but they were not serious malignant diseases. The only thing that is special is that I have consulted a psychiatrist several times, and he has explained that every writer may have a sensitive period, for example, my suspicion and excessive worry met at the same time. In short, I offended a lot of people before I became famous, and then I didn't have anything to do with them. But to my surprise and disbelief, I was also highly sought after in a small remote township.

Soon after I came out of the woods, the first person I met was an old man, who looked to be about eighty years old, with a strong body, and if I did not look closely at his old wrinkled face, I would have thought that he was only a middle-aged man of forty. I wanted to ask for the specific direction of the town, but he recognized me at a glance and called me "Writer Tan Lin", and his eyes were so wide that I hadn't heard such a title for a long time, and I was flattered that even my faint vanity was at fault.

But what surprised me was that his position, the radio host of a certain program in the town at night, he introduced himself in this way, and he seemed very sincere, and I didn't think he was lying, and such a lie had nothing to do with each other. Later, he invited me to talk about the show that night, but I declined because I was not feeling well. Indeed, I may not have been able to get enough sleep due to the long journey, so I was not in good shape, and I told him that he would probably stay here for the next few days and that he would have time to visit. He was also very understanding and introduced me to a place to live called the Black House Inn.

In the evening, the sunset red faded from the town, and before that I thought it would be a ruined old town, and there would be no people, but I was wrong. There were not only a lot of people here, but they were also very welcoming, and they almost surrounded me and stared at me and interrogated me like a monkey. Later, I saw the black house inn, just around the corner of the long street, particularly conspicuous, next to a fast-food restaurant, if it were not for the smell of a tempting delicacy, a very special taste, like tender meat steak being grilled by a blazing fire, and constantly cutting, even the only fishy smell was turned over and cooked through.

I guessed that the steak must have been brushed with a layer of secret sauce and fried repeatedly, so I walked in with joy to order a steak, but suddenly found myself in a hurry, forgetting my wallet, and I guess I had already left with the departing car. Luckily for me, however, I was so proud of my little fame that the saleswoman was so excited to see me that her hands were shaking so hard that I thought she was suffering from the plague of the living dead. She complimented me on each of my works, and even talked about certain topics and plots in them, and I saw the advertising board next to it, which was the cover of a magazine I shot three months ago, and I had to admire her business acumen, but I was puzzled about how to get the poster from three months ago, unless the people here kept in touch with the outside world.

(Plague of the Living Dead: A few centuries ago, there was a world catastrophe in which everything withered, dead bodies were everywhere, rivers of blood flowed, and people lost food, died and killed for food.) There are also people who eat their own kind in order to survive, regardless of life and death, but humans who eat human flesh will have a common trait, their hands will tremble abnormally, and the symptoms of the disease are called the plague of the living dead. ）

After enjoying dinner, I went to the Black House Hotel next door, for some reason, even after drinking a few glasses of water, I panicked, probably too greasy, panicked. But luck got me carried away, it turned out that the first time guests in this inn had the privilege of being free, no wonder the old gentleman asked me to come here, he was too accurate. The middle-aged man at the front desk recognized me and asked me urgently about the status of my recent masterpieces and whether I had come here to find inspiration.

His words reminded me that I had almost forgotten what I was here for, and then he introduced me to a room, number 408, which, oddly enough, he decided that it was a good fit for me. I told me in a very firm tone that it was extremely useful for creative inspiration. Although I didn't know what the specific reason was, I nodded in acquiescence to his sincere enthusiasm, and while handing me the key, he repeatedly told me that I would never be disappointed.

I went upstairs with suspicion, until I came to the outside of the room, and happened to see the door of No. 409 next to me open, and a baby's cry was slowly coming from inside, I looked inside curiously, it turned out to be a young mother, she was coaxing the child in her arms to sleep, it was a cute female doll, she looked like a puppet, her eyes were surprisingly big, she told me when she saw my appearance, and she was very sorry that it affected me, her character and temper were so good, so I was a little flustered, and I was a little ashamed.

Once in the room, I washed up and tried to relax completely, for there was a sunken stone hanging deep inside me, and I couldn't breathe, though I didn't know why. I didn't think about it that night, because I didn't have any inspiration, and I suspected that the middle-aged man at the front desk was exaggerating, maybe just to please me, maybe he had some ulterior secret.

Perhaps because I was tired, I went to bed early, until the alarm clock on the bedboard suddenly rang and woke me up, it was exactly 12 o'clock in the morning, and the clock showed 0:00. In a daze, no matter how much I fell asleep, even if I deliberately, but I was sleepy, and I sat down in the rocking chair by the windowsill, took out my notebook, and recorded everything that happened today.

As I was recording this, I suddenly felt a shadow pass through the window, as if something had fallen from the upper floor, and I quickly got up and looked out the window, but there was nothing but pitch black. 】