Everyone didn't treat them as outsiders in their hearts, and rushed to curry favor with this rich son.

Soon they took out a folder and said, "Except for the article "Outside the Coffin" that Cheng Xiaoqi stole was not included, Xiaopang's manuscripts are complete. ”

Ning Weichen flipped through the manuscripts and handed them to Ye Sheng, "Weird City" included a total of eight articles.

Spring City

"Human Head Balloon"

"Bloated"

"Negative Corpse"

"I'm Under Your Bed"

The Man Who Walks on Tiptoe

100% Water Content of the Human Body

"The Landlord of Hell"

As soon as Ye Sheng saw the catalog, he knew that these stories should be written by Cheng Xiaoqi according to all kinds of neighbors when he lived in Changming Mansion, and each story corresponds to a tenant.

Ning Weichen suddenly said lightly: "Brother, you take a look at "Spring City" first, I think the situation seems to be worse than we imagined." ”

Ye Sheng flipped the document to the front, looked at the story that was neatly written with a pen in the opening chapter, and the more he read it, the colder his face became.

Spring City

[There is a poem that says that the warm breeze makes tourists drunk, and I think the spring in Huaicheng is very consistent with this sentence.

In spring and March, a hundred flowers bloom. Peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, cherry blossoms, spring flowers, magnolia flowers, purple and red, compete for beauty, dotting all corners of the city.

The fragrance of flowers blends in the wind, refreshing people's hearts, as if it can wash away all the tiredness and scars of people.

The fine pollen is inhaled into the nasal cavity and enters the body along the throat canal, which is a little itchy and painful, like a spring seed buried in the body.

When I first arrived in Huaicheng, I didn't know it yet.

It turns out that in this spring city, it only takes three days for a person to plant a seed to germinate. 】

After reading this paragraph, Ye Sheng's face instantly became extremely ugly. He had only thought the city was strange during the day, but now he smelled the fragrant and gentle fragrance of flowers in the air, and his heart was churning and he felt sick to his stomach.

Those pollen, they are parasites, with the warm spring breeze through the mouth and nose tubes, parasitic in the foreigners, three days to break the ground and live!

Three days, in fact, they have already had a countdown since the beginning of this world!

Ning Weichen said: "It seems that we are running out of time. ”

The king of stories uses "Spring City" as the opening chapter of the grotesque city, turning the whole world into a chronic gas chamber, and every minute is a countdown to death.

Ning Weichen said to the magazine: "Can you give us a copy of these stories?" ”

A group of men and women in the magazine are all snobs, first respecting Luo Shang and then respecting people, and they are in a hurry to laugh and say.

"Yes, of course."

They looked at the two of them, their expressions were full of excitement, just like talking about Cheng Xiaoqi behind their backs just now.

You and I are talking and chattering.

"Are you two here to visit Huaicheng?"

"You're so young, are you still in college?"

"Where are you?"

The mouths that speak, with red mouths and white teeth, open and close, come to the face as if they want to "eat people".

Ye Sheng looked at the people coming from all directions, and suddenly had a very strange idea in his heart.

Ning Weichen smiled at the corner of his lips, skillfully got rid of everyone, and left with Ye Sheng.

In the city, the wind blows down the magnolia flowers on the side of the road, and the pink and white petals spread across the streets and alleys, and a piece of spring is full of joy.

The daytime, which felt strange on the bus on the first day, is now revealed to them. Huaicheng at night is a grotesque capital of mad demons and blood, and Huaicheng during the day is a gentle hell that kills people invisibly.

Ye Sheng felt uncomfortable breathing now, and he was typing on his mobile phone.

[I have been to Qingping Town, the story king did not go home, he was fired by the company, and he couldn't pay the rent. Where do you say he will live. 】

Ning Weichen said: "Wait for Luo Xingyan." ”

Going back along the same road, Ye Sheng looked back at the city center, the blood-red lips on the LED screen.

If this world hides the joys and sorrows of the king of stories.

So the overwhelming mouth is not the world he saw at that time. was wronged, framed, lived in sarcasm and sarcasm, was ruined by gossip when he was a child, and ruined his career by gossip when he grew up.

After a five-hour commute, it was already dusk when I returned to the mansion. The primary school students in Huaicheng have a holiday at four o'clock in the afternoon every day, and on the way back, they met a little boy in room 302. Ye Sheng originally used his mobile phone to type and communicate with Ning Weichen, but looking at the little boy, he cut his fingers and took a photo instead of searching.

【Category section:Story King】

[Ghost name: 302's boy]

[Goblin Level: Grade A]

[Overview: Shhhhh 】

Chapter 113: Grotesque City (13)

The fifth chapter of "Grotesque City".

[There was a time when I used to work overtime at night, and when I came home at twelve o'clock, I would see a boy sitting on the floor doing homework in the stairwell, the child of the couple upstairs, I heard that he was an autistic person. I have a crush on him because he is very similar to me when I was a kid. The landlord didn't allow the tenant to make a sound at night, so I had to use paper and pen to communicate with him.

After getting along for a long time, the boy would complain to me about some things in life.

"I haven't been able to sleep well for the past two days." The boy wrote with a pen. "I think there's someone in my room."

"In the middle of the night, I always heard someone calling my name outside the window."

"The cabinet that was obviously closed, inexplicably opened a crack secretly."

"And when I was lying in bed, the ceiling was full of dense eyes. I'm so scared. ”

"I need to hide under my bed to feel safe."

"But it's so cold under the bed." The boy wrote this, looking at me with a pair of dark eyes, a little strange and resentful.

He said, "Brother, why is your room so cold?" ”】

Ye Sheng: "......"

I have to say that it is difficult for people living in this Changming Mansion to be mentally normal.

Not only do you have to be careful when you go to the toilet when you have a landlord outside the door, but you also have to be careful if there is no one crawling out from under the bed when you sleep with the lights out at night.

[Shhhh 】

A class A heretic at night, just an ordinary autistic child during the day, his legs and arms are as thin as bamboo poles, holding a tattered schoolbag, and walking into it alone.

Ye Sheng wanted to get in touch with him.

Because this little boy is the only one of the seven grotesque who has crossed paths with the king of stories.

Ning Weichen whispered in his ear: "I have observed him, this kid is very repulsive to strangers, but he should be happy to communicate with you." ”

Ye Sheng looked at him suspiciously, and asked with his eyes, "Why?" ”

Ning Weichen: "If you can't speak now, he will naturally treat you as your own kind." ”

The boy's name is Xiao Wu. In the evening, not only Xiao Wu returned, but most of the tenants of the Changming Mansion returned.

Walking through the narrow black alley, before I got closer, there were all kinds of quarrels.

The middle-aged man went out to find a job without success, and when he was a grandson outside, he was angry, and when he came back, he gave all his anger to his wife, and he was heard from afar scolding women for being "cheap", "bitch" and "bitch". The woman was beating and scolding beside her, but she didn't resist, she kept crying, crying so much that people's ears throbbed.

The girl on the second floor was putting neck cream on her neck, and her boyfriend came back early today and asked her, "Did you mess with that old woman again?" ”

The girl smiled: "Yes, I'll move out next month anyway, I must take care of this old immortal before leaving." ”

The young man leaned down and said, "What do you say this old immortal is doing on the first floor all day long?" ”

The girl disdainfully said, "I'm afraid we'll steal." ”

The young man suddenly thought of something, and suddenly dragged the woman's arm, so strong that he seemed to break her hand, and the spit Xingzi sprayed directly on the woman's face: "Fuck, speaking of which, I have wanted to ask you for a long time, Lao Tzu has been selling his life all day long, you didn't steal people at home for Lao Tzu, what do you have to do with the soft-footed shrimp upstairs." ”

The girl was very aggrieved, and Jiao Didi said: "It's okay, what can I have to do with him." Oops, you're pinching people's hands. ”

The sound insulation here is so poor, go up, and the communication of every household can be heard clearly.

Ye Sheng typed Ning Weichen.

[You go and talk to the landlord and ask Cheng Xiaoqi about it, I'll talk to this boy. 】

Ning Weichen asked, "Why don't you always like to act with me?" ”

Ye Sheng typed.

[There are only two days left, not enough time. 】

Ning Weichen looked at him without any emotion, smiled lightly, nodded and said, "Oh, is that so?" ”

Xiao Wu didn't go home, he numbly hugged his schoolbag, ignored his parents who were scolding and scolding, and went to the top floor alone, the roof of the Changming Mansion was a sloping rooftop, and there was no guardrail next to it, which was very dangerous. The eastern wall, which was protected from tilting, was raised and widened at the edge, like a door.

When Ye Sheng followed.

Xiao Wu took out his Tianzi book and pencil from his schoolbag, sat in the center of the roof and drawn, glancing at the sky from time to time.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and Xiao Wu instantly tensed up and turned back vigilantly like a young beast.

Ye Sheng didn't take the initiative to communicate with the child, and he didn't plan to let himself behave amiably, he looked cold, walked over, picked up a black pen rolled out of the stationery bag on the ground, and pulled a piece of paper by the way, and communicated with him in words.

What are you doing here? 】

Xiao Wuwu's eyes looked at him for a while, and after finding that he couldn't speak like himself, his body slowly relaxed. But he still ignored Ye Sheng, and continued to draw with a pencil in essence, still two arcs and a circle, the simplest kind of eyes.

Ye Sheng wrote another line of words.

Are you drawing those eyes in your room? 】

Xiao Wu was stunned, he seemed to be a little puzzled.