Unfortunately, he was invaded every day, and after waking up from a dream, he became suspicious.

I don't know where I said the wrong thing and did the wrong thing, or if I was a big villain who did all kinds of evil in my previous life, and I sent these people to take revenge on me in this life, otherwise how could I be on the scene of these "good Chinese neighbors"!

I'm Youyou, a rookie-level Internet horror writer, twenty-two years old this year, the reason why I embarked on this road is mainly because of the pressure of life, in order to be able to earn a little more manuscript fees to improve my living standards, most of my time is spent on writing, ideating content, and gradually I have less time to go out, and less contact with people, a "otaku" was born.

Everyone should know that no matter what the level of writing is, the most afraid of reading and writing books is to be disturbed, but I was kicked out by the original landlord because I didn't pay the rent for three months, fortunately a friend of mine wanted to live with his family for a while, so he rented the house to me for free, saying that it was rented to me in fact, it was to let me help take care of it, no need to spend money and a big house to live, no need to look at the landlord's face, how to be hi, this feeling I feel excited when I think about it, but after I really moved to a friend's house, I found that my imagination is too beautiful, and the reality is really too cruel！

My friend's family lives in a six-story unit, his house is on the fourth floor, the residents on the fifth floor are a couple, and they are all old, but the body should be very good, as far as I know, these two guys are fitness coaches, their energy is really strong, thirty days a month, at least twenty-three nights can clearly hear their beds shaking violently, their voices are unbearable, but the sound insulation effect of these buildings is really poor, upstairs and downstairs is no different from watching live broadcasts。

Pity me, a single otaku little **, I have to hear such a voice every night, and my imagination as a rookie author is so rich, you can think about how much mental and mental torture I have endured.

On the sixth floor is a single lady, I don't know where she works, often come back at two or three o'clock in the morning, as soon as you enter the unit door, you can clearly hear the crisp tapping sound of her small leather shoes with pointed heels on the ground, and the rhythm is brisk, from far to near and far, once a night to torment my fragile little nerves.

Upstairs is not very peaceful, downstairs is not very stopping, the third floor is also a couple, I am curious about how the little couple came together, the big happy word on the door has not been torn off, it should be just married, but these two guys have to quarrel every day, basically a big quarrel three hundred and sixty-nine, small quarrels every day, the reason for the quarrel is also some trivial things, the reason for one quarrel I heard very clearly was because the husband was hungry without his wife's permission, and ate a bag of his wife's little raccoon.

The second floor is said to be a root carving artist

, fiddling with some electric drills, mills, polishing machines and other equipment all day long, the sound of "呑呑" is like decorating every day, every day he works quite early, five or six o'clock until six or seven o'clock in the evening to end, I said that your old man is so old that you can't rest for a while!

As for the family on the first floor, it is even more annoying, living is an old couple, maybe their children are working in the field, entrusting the little grandson to the second elder to take care of, but now the children are too naughty, so I often hear the child crying, the grandmother angrily reprimanded her little grandson, I said grandma, you say every day that you want to throw your little grandson, why don't you really throw it once!

Such a perfect combination is basically irritating my eardrums 24 hours a day, completely disrupting my daily life, not to mention writing with peace of mind, but I came to persuade a few times that no one took care of me, a person who stayed overnight, and said that I was nosy, and when I found the property, their service attitude was even worse and even said that I was a neurotic, and after thinking about it, I was really going to become a neurotic, I really admired my friend, how he endured it for so many years.

Since no one cared about me and I couldn't find a more suitable place to live for a while, I had to learn to accept the noisy life slowly, and treat their noise as a harmonious symphony.

But they disturbed me and made me angry, and one day I thought on a whim that I might as well write them into me, and it just so happened that I was writing horror, and I wanted them to get the punishment they deserved, and I was in charge of my content!

In this way, I imagined my neighbors living with a "psychopathic killer", and this killer was stimulated by them to become insane, and as a result, I killed all the upstairs and downstairs residents without knowing it, so that I felt much more comfortable abusing them in the story.

Some people say that time can change everything, after a month I gradually got used to this kind of life, and even at night when I was bored, I would time the couple on the fifth floor, calculate the lady on the sixth floor and walked a total of many steps upstairs, and today the little couple on the third floor will quarrel because of something, this is all the order for lunch, it should be a quarrel, why hasn't it started yet?

But it was these people who bothered me, but I didn't expect the property manager to find my door and tell me not to disturb the people. Isn't this a joke, why am I disturbing the people? I reasoned with the property manager for a long time, and with my excellent eloquence he was dumbfounded, and finally left angrily and said to me, "Neurotic!"

After that, the property manager went even further, and even called the police, saying that I had crazy neighbors every day and couldn't live in peace, so I explained to the police that it was my upstairs and downstairs that kept disturbing the people, so what did this have to do with me? The police listened to my defense and said angrily: "You are the only resident in the whole unit."

Every night it's lively with you, and you say it's not you who disturbs the people?"

"Impossible!" I said, "There are people upstairs and downstairs, and they are very noisy every day, the coach couple on the fifth floor, the high-heeled girl on the sixth floor, and the old couple on the first floor who often reprimand naughty children, how can I be the only resident? When did they move away?"

"I think this kid must have been stimulated by something, hurry up and notify the people in the mental hospital" Not long after the police finished speaking, several people in white coats controlled me and took me to a car parked downstairs with the words "so-and-so psychiatric hospital", I kept struggling to justify, I am not sick, I am normal!

I opened my eyes and found that I was lying on the big bed at home, my family and friends were around the bed and looked at me with concern, and afterwards I was reminded by them that I remembered that in order to find creative inspiration, I went to live in a community that was about to be demolished for a month, and then my family was worried about it, so I went to the community to find me back, and found that I had fainted in a room on the fourth floor.

But I remember that I did meet the neighbors this month, and the property manager, the two policemen, and the two doctors in white coats......!

(End of chapter).

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