"Welcome to listen to your moon my heart,
I am a good man.
I am - Midnight Horror Broadcast."
The woman hasn't come out yet.
At least everything seemed normal in the prison.
Outside the car window, the annoying cicadas kept chirping.
Boss Zhou, who wanted to sleep but couldn't, smoked all his cigarettes.
I was so bored that I turned on the car radio.
"Okay, just a joke, the movie version of Love Apartment will be released soon. I would like to remind you that friends who like to watch this movie can go to the cinema to watch it.
In addition, the story we bring to you tonight is "My One-Day Trip to Hell" written by Xia Xie, a famous young contemporary writer;
In this story, Xia Xie presents to us readers a detailed and fascinating picture of what he thinks hell is like.
At the new book launch, Xia Xie said that he had been in a car accident when he was a child and was in a coma for several days. During those days, he had a very long dream. He said that he might have been to hell and then came back, so when he grew up, he decided to use his pen to write about the customs and practices of hell that he had "seen" for everyone to see.
under,
We will tell this story for our listeners:
'The Yellow Spring Road is endless, and on both sides of the road, beautiful and delicate red spider lilies are blooming, swaying their figures;
All kinds of dead souls are walking on the road to the underworld.
Some are singing,
Some are dancing,
Some are crying,
Some are looking back,
People of all skin colors, nationalities, and cultures took off all their outer garments and restored their most essential state.
Only at this time,
Pride and prejudice no longer exist,
Wealth and poverty have no barriers... "
Hearing this,
Boss Zhou rolled his eyes.
Exclaimed:
"What a fool."
And singing and dancing,
Why the hell don’t you let the ghost catcher take you guys to have a grand feast together
Zhou Ze turned off the radio, reached down and rummaged around, and actually found a cigarette, which should have belonged to the unlucky driver.
That person is probably still sleeping on the roadside with an intoxicated look on his face.
I don’t know if I will catch a cold.
I opened a pack of cigarettes, but before I could even smoke it,
Zhou Ze was suddenly stunned.
A palpitation suddenly came over me.
In prison,
What happened
… …
library,
Prisoners and women,
The prisoner still sat in his chair,
The woman was so frightened that she stepped back.
He kept asking in fear:
"Why, how is it possible, how is it possible..."
The prisoner smiled.
In the eyes,
It reveals a deep recollection:
… …
That day,
It rained heavily.
There was still thunder.
Lightning flashed from time to time, followed by bursts of thunder.
He hasn't been home for three days because he was too busy to go home.
It is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The food factory has a lot of tasks and orders, but they cannot let go of these orders because the Mid-Autumn Festival orders can account for more than one-third of the total number of orders for the entire factory in a whole year.
His mother-in-law handed the factory over to her son-in-law to manage, and it is his responsibility.
In the words of my mother-in-law,
His father-in-law and brother-in-law are both very rigid-minded. Apart from being policemen, they don't know how to do anything else. She never expects them to be flexible and give some benefits to the family, so she can only earn money to supplement the family income.
This factory can now only be handed over to my son-in-law to manage.
He is very attentive, really attentive, and tries his best.
His father-in-law's family, including his eldest brother-in-law, were very kind to him and did not look down on his background at all. Even when he was discussing marriage with his wife, they did not set any threshold or make any requirements.
So he could only work and try his best, even if it meant he had no time to write novels and no energy to realize his dream. Moreover, he and his wife met because of their common interest in writing novels.
But he doesn't regret it, not at all. A man must always know how to take on certain responsibilities and also know what he should give up.
Dragging my tired body,
Driving back home,
This is my own villa.
He had never thought that one day he would live in a villa, not the kind of house built in the countryside, but in a high-end villa community.
A good life is not only in front of you, but also in your hands.
My dear wife,
Sons and daughters,
house,
cause,
I have them all.
After parking the car, I walked to the door and then I remembered that I left my room card in the car. I rang the doorbell and waited for a long time, but no one came to open the door.
This is the point.
The children may have already fallen asleep, and if the wife is working on something, she may not be able to hear it even if she locks herself in the study, because the study was originally designed to isolate noise.
But the nanny at home should come to open the door.
I rang the doorbell several times, but still no one came to open the door.
There was no choice but to go back to the car, get the room card, walk back and open the door with the card.
When he opened the door and entered the living room, he was stunned. On the living room floor, his wife and two children were tied up.
He rushed over like a madman, trying to wake up his wife and children.
But they didn't respond at all.
There were bruises on the body of his wife and children, as if they had been whipped, and the worst thing was that all three of them had completely stopped breathing.
The nanny is not at home and I don’t know where she went.
This is a dream.
This must be a dream.
It must be a dream.
How could this happen
Impossible,
Absolutely not.
He did not call the police, but quietly untied the ropes on his wife and children and placed them on the sofa.
When people suffer a severe blow, they often react in a very neurotic way.
Call the police,
it works
His wife and two children are dead.
He didn't cry or shout,
He just silently looked at his wife and two children lying on the sofa.
After watching for a long time,
Seeing my head turn white,
I saw myself in a daze.
He went upstairs to the bedroom, where he lay down, covered with the quilt and resting his head on the pillow.
This is a dream, right
I'm so tired.
When you wake up,
There should be nothing left.
He fell asleep.
In this case,
He really fell asleep.
And slept until dawn.
When you wake up,
He found that his wife was not lying next to him, so he walked to the children's room. It was summer vacation and the children did not have to go to school. He was also disgusted with letting the children attend any cram school too early. He just let the children play at home to their heart's content. They were at the age where they should play.
The children's bedrooms were empty.
He suddenly thought of the scene when he returned home last night.
He covered his mouth with one hand.
Eyes wide open.
He didn't dare go downstairs.
He remembered that he had placed the bodies of his wife and children on the sofa in the living room last night. He didn't dare go downstairs for fear of seeing this scene again.
Call the police
Feel sorry,
I really didn’t expect it and never thought about it.
Why call the police
Are they trying to catch the murderer
Where is the murderer
My wife and children are still alive,
Yes,
They are still alive, how can I call the police
… …
More than ten years ago, in Osaka, Japan, a university professor lived with his wife's body for three years after his wife died in her sleep from a sudden heart attack.
During this period, he always felt that his wife was just asleep and not dead. He even bought a freezer to place his wife's body. At first, he announced to the outside world that his wife had broken her leg and was unable to go out. Later, he said that his wife had gone abroad for further studies.
In this way, he concealed the news of his wife's death for three years with various excuses. It was not until his wife's father fell ill and was hospitalized that her family strongly requested that his wife come back to see the old man. Finally, the professor's lie was exposed.
The police and other people rushed into the professor's home and found the body in the freezer. At first, everyone suspected that the professor had killed his wife and hid the body with the intention of destroying the evidence.
But the professor always insisted that his wife was not dead, and that she would have breakfast and dinner with him and sleep with him every day.
When people around him kept telling him that his wife was dead and had been dead for three years, it was like a dream in his heart was shattered.
The professor knelt beside his wife's body and cried loudly.
At this moment,
He realized that
His wife is dead.
Later, after police investigation, the cause of death was confirmed because the body was well preserved, and the professor was cleared of suspicion of murder.
… …
He didn't dare go down the stairs.
Why not
He doesn't understand.
But I just don’t want to go down.
He walked silently to the study.
My wife usually creates here, and her notebook is on the desk.
His wife always laughed at him, saying that when he was creating in the past, he didn't like to use computers, but liked to use pens. He even used pens to express manuscripts to publishing houses and magazines, but they were finally returned with a note that manuscripts had to be submitted by email and that written manuscripts would not be accepted.
But he still insisted on writing stories with a fountain pen, even if he had to type them into the computer after finishing them, because he felt that stories written with fountain pen had emotion and warmth, were not cold, and were more vivid.
He bought his fountain pen at a street stall when he was a child. It was his first fountain pen and it has never broken. It has no brand or trademark, but it has always been usable and is of very good quality.
but,
Since getting married and taking over his mother-in-law's food factory, he has rarely used this pen to write his own stories.
But he would use a pen to copy the books published by his wife, and then read them slowly after copying them. He enjoyed and liked this feeling.
He picked up the pen.
Open your blank notebook.
I picked up a book called "I Love My Family" which was published by my wife a while ago and was placed on the desk.
The wife created this horror story based on her own home.
The bloody red font on the cover indicates that this is a horror novel.
Open the first page,
He began to copy the title sentence by sentence...