Sitting on the boat, the stars and the moon are silent, and the flowing water is silent. It's quiet, it's like a dream.

Ye Sheng lowered his eyes, stared at the bright lake, and suddenly said softly: "How about I tell you a story now?" ”

His voice was devoid of any emotion, cold and narrated.

"Let's tell the story of my childhood sweetheart."

*

"The male and female protagonists grew up together."

"The heroine's family is a scholarly family, she likes to read, and she became attached to the male protagonist because of a magazine. They are all at the same table in elementary, middle, and high school, and even in college. Everyone thought they were a match made in heaven, but it wasn't until college that the two broke through the paper window. The heroine takes a picture on the bridge and accidentally falls into the lake; The male protagonist jumps from the window and goes to the lake to rescue his lover. After that, the two naturally fell in love and got married. ”

They bonded because of the story, so the heroine always asked the male protagonist to tell her a bedtime story and promised to tell it for a lifetime. But all this changed after the heroine fell ill. After the miscarriage of their first child, the heroine suffers from bipolar disorder. Faced with his wife, who is sometimes depressed and sometimes crazy, the male protagonist chooses to escape. ”

"He suffers from insomnia and anxiety, indulges himself, and accepts the seduction of others in the garden. But when he was entangled with other women on the bridge by the lake, his wife kept standing in front of the window on the third floor and watching...... The actor doesn't know yet, he will touch his nose as soon as he lies. Every time he lied, she knew it. ”

For Duan Shi, what has trapped her whole life is, bridges, lakes, and windows.

But for Song Zhang, it should be...... It's time for "Bedtime Stories" to die.

On the day of the 10th anniversary, the actor finally remembered all the good things in the past, and he carefully prepared a candlelight dinner to save the marriage that had gone the wrong way. When he came back, he saw his wife dressed up in the garden, and the male protagonist was relieved. The wife rarely put on makeup and held a book in her hand. The male protagonist smiled and walked towards her step by step. ”

The candle carved with roses burned on the white table, and Duan Shi looked up under the flower stand, also revealing a weak smile.

She rarely wears makeup after she gets sick, and at this moment her makeup is delicate and her eyes are like water. Looking up, it seemed that it was still the middle of high school, and when the cicada sounded, the young girl at the table who turned her head to look at him.

No quarrels, no silences. She was rarely well-behaved and quiet, and he finally didn't have to come back to face his gloomy and sharp lover after a busy day.

The meal was warm and harmonious.

Song Zhang said: "Today is the 10th anniversary, do you have any gifts you want?" ”

"Gifts?" She rested her hand lightly on the table, and she didn't know what she was thinking, and said softly, "You can tell me a bedtime story, I haven't heard it for a long time." ”

Song Zhang's eyes were slightly red: "Okay." "He's actually sad about why they've come to this point.

He took the book his wife handed him, the same magazine they had first met as children. The last section of the magazine is a bedtime story, which opens with Salome.

In fact, he had told this story before, but he was willing to tell it again now.

The bedtime stories of the Night Voyage are all selected from readers, and although the title is Salome, it is different from Wilde's original book, and the only similarity is the bloody core.

The protagonist of the story is a radio anchor with a sweet voice, and her voice has a magical power that allows people to fall asleep in a short time just by hearing her voice.

The wife's radio career is getting better and better, but her husband is getting more and more afraid.

On more than one occasion, he woke up in the middle of the night to find that it was empty and the kitchen was filled with the terrifying sound of chewing.

Finally, one day the husband found out that his wife would secretly come to the kitchen to eat in the middle of the night in order to "have a good voice", and the refrigerator was full of big black bags full of human flesh.

The husband shuddered, and in order not to startle the snake, he secretly transferred the property and prepared a divorce agreement.

However, what he didn't know was that the night he opened the refrigerator, his wife was actually watching from behind.

She knew that her husband didn't want her anymore, but she couldn't bear her husband. The night before her husband filed for divorce, she stewed him a bowl of soup. The soup was poisoned, and she tied him to a chair and chopped off every piece of flesh from his body with a knife and put it in a bag. She kept his meat and hid it in the refrigerator as a prep food.

When the last knife cut off his head, his wife kissed him on the lips affectionately and infatuatedly.

"I love you, darling. You will live in my voice in the future. ”

When Song Zhang read this story for the first time, he laughed with Duan Shi in bed and complained about what kind of bedtime story this was.

At that time, there was still light in Duan Shi's eyes.

And now, he re-read the story, and he was in a cold sweat, but the poem sitting across from him did not say a word.

Duan Shi's eyes were dark, and they could even be said to be terrifying.

His body trembled, and then, he suddenly felt that his legs and feet were weak, and his whole body was weak.

Syllable.

The book in his hand fell to the ground.

Later memories Song Zhang never wanted to recall again.

People who have not experienced Ling Chi will not understand that kind of fear.

Duan Shi retold the story he told in his ear.

One word, one knife.

That night, blood seeped through the magazine, and his head was cut off alive.

Despair, pain, and fear kept him dead. The extreme fear made him unable to get rid of even if he turned into a heretic. He knew that Duan Shi was not "dead", he was lurking in the murderous house, so frightened that he didn't dare to move. Finally, not long ago, he could no longer feel the breath that made his soul tremble with fear.

Little by little, the ghosts crawled out of the ground.

Bedtime stories, bedtime stories, hahahahaha!

He's been asleep for forty years, his strength is draining, and he needs to regain his fear and make himself stronger. At this time, a group of people who didn't know the height of the sky came to the murderous mansion.

He looked at them and smiled strangely, tears of blood in his eyes slowly flowing down his cheeks.

First night, he said.

【Let's tell a story】

Chapter 54: The Storyteller (6)

He knew the desperation of dying in the story, so he wanted to make the group understand the fears he had faced—he wanted them to go crazy, frightened, miserable, and die like him!

These people searched for clues, trying to restore the truth of the bloodshed in the murderous house back then, in fact, how could it be so complicated.

"In the end, the heroine jumped off the bridge and died in the lake."

yes, that's it.

It's that simple.

Forty years ago, "Night Sailing Boat" was soaked in his blood and blurred by her tears.

Her placed his head in front of the window on the third floor of the mansion.

He stood where she had stood, watching her jump into the lake covered in blood.

The water splashed up, washed away the grievances, and it was like reincarnation.

At that moment, Song Zhang seemed to wake up in the afternoon of his freshman year.

The fan in the lecture hall was blowing, and the old professor was reading from the book on the podium.

The roommate crumpled the note and smashed it on his head, while he held his face and looked at the girl outside the window and smirked.

Thirty-six years of spring, she held the camera on the bridge and looked back, her white skirt and high ponytail blowing with the wind.

…… You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are watching you from upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

This poem is called "Broken Chapters".

Because the poet wrote a long poem, but was only satisfied with these four sentences, he took them out and made them into a separate chapter.

In fact, many things are like this, and it is good to omit them just right.

For example, between him and Duan Shi.

Cutting off the ignorant beginning and the bloody ending seems to be perfect.

*

Ye Sheng finished telling the story, and the boat had already sailed under the bridge. The algae in the water are intertwined, and the black shadows are constantly shaking. When he reached this water, Ye Sheng could clearly feel that the water flow was slowing down. The thick smell of damp blood filled the air, and a huge whirlpool converged and spread at the bottom of the ship.

Ye Sheng lowered his eyes and looked at the center of the lake deadly.

After a long time, a hoarse cry came from the bottom of the lake.

"Who are you?" Song Zhang's throat was cut, and the sound he made was like a dilapidated bellows.

Ye Shengxin said, I am the one who came to kill you, but he wanted to ask for more news from the story magazine, so he lowered his eyes, his expression was hidden in the dark, and his voice was cold: "I am ...... A relative of Duan Shi. ”

Song Zhang laughed again.

Finally, he slowly emerged from the whirlpool, and only a swollen and twice as large head was left under the moonlight.

Song Zhang was born in extreme fear, his face was swollen and blue, his hair was crawling with black insects, his muscles were rotting and falling off inch by inch, and his eyes were bloodshot, revealing monstrous killing intent.

"Poems." Even after such a long time, when he remembers the name, his first reaction is fear.

Fear is followed by confusion, and then resentment.

"You're a relative of hers?"

Ye Sheng nodded: "Yes, we have the same great-grandfather." My father wanted to re-establish the Story Magazine, but all the books and periodicals that had been published before were taken away by Duan Shi, and he couldn't find the old editions. So I came to Luohu Mansion and tried my luck. ”

Song Zhang showed a strange smile: "Story Magazine? You name that word and I know you're lying. ”

Song Zhang's head floated on the water, but the body hidden under the water was huge like an iceberg, and his ability was to possess and transform.

Black snake-like tentacles clinged to the bottom of the ship, creaking and gnawing at the hull.

Song Zhang's eyes were strange and bloody.

"One hundred years ago, on the day the story magazine officially closed, a fire broke out in the book warehouse. Her great-grandfather fell into a vegetative state to put out the fire. The whole family was so secretive about this matter, how could it be possible to start it again. ”

"You're lying to me."

Song Zhang's "tentacles" suddenly sucked at the bottom of the wooden boat, and screamed hatefully: "Death!" Die! Die! ”

Ye Sheng knew that he had gone crazy.

The smell of blood on Song Zhang's body was too strong, his spirit collapsed, and his mind was completely lost.

But it's enough to get a useful piece of information from a madman.

"In this murderous mansion, no one deserves to die except you."

The planks shattered, the lake water seeped into the boat, Ye Sheng's fingers on the edge of the boat, stretched out his hand, grabbed the seven inches of a "black snake", and smashed it.

Under the cold moon, the young man's black and white clear apricot eyes oozed a red and blue glow.

"You guys really like tarnishing the word 'story.'"