Gu Mochen, since he first came into contact with supernatural novels at the age of 14, he was deeply attracted by the strange world. He liked the horror because it gave him a sense of struggle, pain, breakdown, despair, and helplessness.

The feeling of fear for all the people in the world comes from the unknown, because humans can never fight the spirits inside, they can only flee, keep running, fleeing like ants. But this feeling of being full of unknown and making people feel great physical and mental satisfaction made Gu Mochen want to stop.

In fact, he has not written such a story before, but the effect is very bad, and it can even be said to be bleak. For this reason, Gu Mochen changed his mind, worked hard to live up to it, and finally gained a lot of loyal readers on the late-night bus radio station last time, which made Gu Mochen feel that his idea was right.

And the content of the story told by this late-night bus radio station did not follow Gu Mochen's previous methods, and even on the day he wrote it, his hands trembled with excitement, and he waited for a long time before tapping the keyboard......

The content of the story is about a dead highway near Dongyang City, where ghost stories are circulating, a driver in a black car, in the case of returning to Dongyang City empty for some reason, picked up a young male passenger on the side of the deserted road, but did not know that a ghost had sneaked into the car.

The demon raised a heavy fog in the middle of the road and forced the driver and the passenger to choose one of their own and let it possess him. Unexpectedly, the passenger sacrificed his life for righteousness and was willing to let the female ghost possess him. But at the last moment, the female ghost disappeared after leaving the phrase "If you find it, you can live".

Originally, the male passenger just wanted to say that the female ghost was on him, but the driver interrupted what he wanted to say. The driver met a Taoist priest when he was a teenager and gave him an amulet, but today at the moment when the female ghost disappeared, the amulet turned into ashes. The driver knew that the female ghost was on him, but he didn't know if the ghost would be trustworthy. So instead of playing the game of "catching ghosts" with the female ghost, the driver jumped off the cliff with the female ghost at the last moment, which allowed the passenger to survive.

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This is the first short article that Gu Mochen often tries to transform, and the response is not bad, and he has understood a sentence since then.

Art comes from life!

But how can you write a supernatural story that can make readers tremble in their hearts, make them creepy, and even subconsciously become suspicious?

Is it bloody enough? Or is it violence with a strong sense of substitution?

No! Of course not, these are just superficial garbage that even Gu Mochen looks disgusting, in Gu Mochen's heart, the real supernatural novel should be able to break the reader's sense of security and make the group of victims remember the strange event that scared them at the beginning! And coming to a murderous house, and then adapting the novel from what happened at the beginning, is the most immersive.

Under the light of the cold screen, Gu Mochen's pale face looked a little eerie. The crackling of keyboards resounded in the dark room, and there seemed to be the sound of window shafts twisting behind them. Gu Mochen ignored it, who else could there be but him in this empty murderous mansion? It's just the wind. Under Gu Mochen's concentration, the words that had become distorted on Gu Mochen's glasses appeared on the computer screen......

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Wang Wu is a performance artist, and when everyone in the world is tired of performance art, he doesn't care about it, he just enjoys the process of art and the feeling of completing it. Even though he was opposed by his family, broken up by his friends, and rejected by his neighbors, he still completed a grand performance art in his hometown - "A Moment"

In order to show the preciousness of time, he stood shirtless on the side of the street, making the gesture of just about to take a step, but he did not move. Even in order to prevent the blinking of his eyes from affecting this performance art, he closed his eyes the whole time, even if a child picked his pants, he did not move.

This performance art was transmitted to the world in the hands of a street photographer, and the whole network was discussing this art for a while. Keep the action for a moment, so that people know that every second is actually their own moment. It is fleeting, so the flow of time in life is also fleeting.

Although this art shocked the world, his family couldn't tolerate him at all, just because the appearance of being stripped of his pants by a child also followed the name of "Moment" to the world.

For this reason, he left the city he was familiar with and came to a strange city, continuing his ideals and continuing to insist on performance art, this time, he seemed to have gone crazy under the incomprehension of his family and the slander of his friends.

In the space of a year, Wang Wu has completed a lot of artworks that make time feel like he has fallen into madness, but even so, he is very satisfied, he thinks......

Until recently, Wang Wu has made several breakthroughs, completely breaking through the shackles of law and morality in the past. Today, when he was conceiving his new work, there was a knock on the door, it was Zhao Di, a new neighbor who had just moved into the community, and Wang Wu's only friend, Zhao Di was shocked to tell what happened to him......

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Zhao Di found a job near the community, so he deliberately found such a satisfactory house in this community through an intermediary, because of work, he even spent a lot of money to find a very reliable moving company to provide full service, and the moving company even guaranteed to restore the position of the previous furniture one to one.

After Zhao Di got off work, it was dark, and he remembered that the intermediary had said that the community would be out of power for maintenance today, and he didn't think so much, so he went directly to the bedroom to look at the furnishings exactly the same as his hometown, and was very satisfied.

"This moving company is really reliable, and it is really restored one by one." Zhao Di said to himself with satisfaction, but when Zhao Di's eyes looked across the bed, he found that there was a painting there, and the painting on the painting was a man with clear water chestnuts, which looked lifelike and vivid. But Zhao Di clearly remembered that he didn't have such a painting, the only painting was still in the living room, it was a "female ghost picture", although the female ghost image was glued to the painting, but it was by no means as vivid as the painting in front of him, like a living one, Zhao Di's eyes flashed a touch of longing.

"Maybe it was left by the previous tenant, hey, what a stinky fart, and a self-portrait." Zhao Di smiled and wanted to take it off, but there was no light in the middle of the night, and he could only see the moonlight outside the only window in the house, and he was sleepy and tired, so he lay directly on the bed. However, Zhao Di couldn't sleep over and over, he always felt that the people in the painting were peeking at him, Zhao Di looked back at the painting violently, but found that he was suspicious, thought about it, and finally Zhao Di felt that he would throw away the painting at dawn the next day.

Early the next morning, Zhao Di looked up and suddenly felt his scalp tingle, and the opposite side ...... That's not a painting, it's a window! This room has two windows, and the one that Zhao Di thought was a painting was because the house was blocked and there was no moonlight, which made Zhao Di think it was a painting.

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Seeing his friend's frightened appearance, Wang Wu didn't panic, just comforted him with a light smile, said that everything was an illusion, and then got up and said that he was going to the kitchen to boil water.

After talking to his friends, Zhao Di relaxed and muttered, "That's right...... It should be my own hallucination, I was too tired last night, and I didn't look carefully, maybe it's the environment".

Then Zhao Di stood up and walked around, this was the first time he had died and came to Wang Wu's house, the hall was a little stuffy, Zhao Di fanned the wind with his hand, looked at the closed window, he walked over and stretched out his hand to open the window, breathing in fresh politeness. The fresh air refreshed Zhao Di's brain a lot, and the last trace of fear on his face disappeared completely, he looked into the distance, and his gaze slowly shifted to the opposite side, from where he could clearly see the room where he lived...... It was aimed right at that window.

Suddenly...... Zhao Di was stunned, and searched in the room like crazy, and finally he found something.

The human skin mask feels the same as the real thing, and Zhao Di touches it as if he is caressing someone else's face......

At this time, a rebroadcast news also came from the TV of Uncle News in the living room, "Regarding a recent serial murder case, the police set up an ambush and chased the fleeing murderer in Donghua City at 5 p.m. on March 15." The killer was a patient with severe psychosis and delusions, and he often fantasized that he was someone else. The murderer is extremely cruel and likes to drape the victim's face over himself and disguise himself as the victim.

He calls it performance art! ”

At this time, Wang Wu came over quietly, and under Zhao Di's frightened eyes, he took off his face...... He's not Wang Wu!

"The murderer's real name is Zhang Chen, and he was killed in the Donghua community on the 29th, when the murderer was ...... in the process of escaping"

Zhao Di didn't have to listen to the rest of the words, because Zhang Chen had already spoken: "Friend, how high is the artistic composition of that painting last night?"

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The panic on Zhao Di's face disappeared instantly, and his rickety body straightened up, he looked at Wang Wu indifferently, licked his chapped lips and said, "Not bad, not bad, just right for hanging on my wall."

Zhao Di, who pulled out the dagger pinned to his waist, said to Zhang Chen: "When I saw that it was a window during the day, I knew that you were going to show up and kill me, are you really stupid for everyone?" At night, the gap between the individual and the painting is not only the image, but also the frame left when the window is gone? Hang you in the living room and I've decided to insult me on the last prey. ”

Zhao Di's ancestor is a hunter, to Zhao Di's generation is already the eighth generation of hunters, he grew up in the deep mountains, he has extraordinary hunting skills, from rabbits and pheasants, to wild boars and tigers, he can easily take down, so powerful He likes to cut off the head of the prey when he is half dead, and hang it in the living room after pickling. Later, because he was afraid that others would find out that he was hunting protected animals, he changed to peeling off the skin and putting it in a frame as a painting.

After a long time, Zhao Di felt empty, he was not satisfied with hunting mortal things, he wanted to hunt stronger, more ferocious, and more intelligent beasts. Then hang their skins in the living room to become your own collection.

And this more powerful, ferocious, and intelligent creature is nothing more than a "human", Zhao Di has been wandering around committing crimes all these years, killing until he gets used to the smell of blood, and suddenly one day he can see something that others can't see - ghosts.

In addition, after killing more than a dozen people, the bloody aura can hurt the ghost's dagger, which makes him no longer satisfied with the hunter, he wants to hunt ghosts! And this time the target is that he has been staring at Zhang Chen for half a month, and when he pretends to be Wang Wu, Zhao Di also pretends to be Wang Wu's friend, waiting for him to show his true form......

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What's going on?! Just now, when Gu Mochen wrote about Zhang Chen's appearance, he stopped writing, rested his numb fingers, and imagined that this short story won the award. Thinking of it, Gu Mochen couldn't help but secretly rejoice, sure enough, only in the murderous mansion would his inspiration explode. Gu Mochen made up his mind, and while he still had time, when he just wanted to finish writing this, the words appeared on the screen, and the plot completely deviated with the words that came out.

was supposed to go to work, but Zhao Di, who was timid and scared, turned out to be a ghost hunter. Zhang Chen, who was supposed to kill Zhao Di and replace him, died under Zhao Di's dagger, what is going on!?

Gu Mochen's eyes widened, looking at the screen where words kept appearing, and he was extremely panicked. "Poisoned? Or ......" Gu Mochen didn't dare to think about it, and hurriedly restarted, but after restarting, the computer screen went completely black, Gu Mochen waited for a while, and suddenly the screen lit up......

"Dear author, I don't like the story you wrote, so the protagonist in it is still dead. Now, please look behind you......"

Behind? Isn't there a window behind you? Gu Mochen's body was stiff and frightened, he didn't dare to move, looking at the bloody characters on the black screen on the notebook, and he also saw the smiling man standing under the moonlight outside the window through the reflection of the screen......

The next day, it was empty, the picture of a female ghost on the living room wall came to life, and the brand-new "Collection of Real Stories of Reality" on the table looked out of place in this shabby and bloodstained room. A gust of wind blew in from the open window, blowing open the first page of the storybook, which clearly read, "This story is based on a real case, the man who hunted people......