After dinner, he helped his wife wash the dishes, and then played parent-child games with the children for a while. After soothing the children to sleep, he returned to his room.
My wife was taking a bath in the bathroom inside the room. The sound of water was so tempting.
He lay on the bed, resting his hands on his head, looking at the wedding photo hanging on the wall.
In the photo, he was still young and his wife was in her prime.
Lying down, lying down,
He squinted his eyes.
Fell asleep again.
He didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up, it was dark all around. He reached out and groped in the darkness and turned on the light.
The bed was still the same bed, but I was the only one lying there.
silently,
He sat up from the bed.
Curling up his body.
A feeling of loneliness and coldness was coming over him.
Some broken images began to appear in my mind.
dark clouds,
lightning,
heavy rain,
living room,
sofa…
He felt more and more having difficulty breathing, an emotion called "despair" was enveloping him, and goose bumps began to appear on his body.
He didn't dare to leave the bedroom.
I dare not open the door.
He was afraid that he would not be able to hear his child's voice.
Afraid of not seeing his wife,
I am more afraid of going down the stairs.
See the sofa in the living room...
“Hu…Hu…Hu…Hu…”
The heavy breathing made his mind become even blanker.
Struggling, he tiptoed open the door like a thief, closed his eyes, covered his ears, and rushed into the study next door according to his memory.
“Bang!”
The moment I closed the study door,
He just felt like a stone had fallen from his heart.
With cloudy eyes, I looked at the pen lying quietly on the desk.
It's like I've found my support.
He walked over.
Pick up the pen,
Open a blank notebook.
He then took out his wife's book "The Two-Faced Man" and began to copy it.
He forgets himself.
He is addicted.
In addition to copying text,
He had no other thoughts, nor did he dare to have any.
No one urged him, but he valued time very much.
He wrote very quickly, and his handwriting became sloppy because he was already impatient.
He didn't notice.
His skin had begun to wrinkle, like dehydrated elm bark, and he hadn't noticed that his eye sockets were slowly sinking. He was not even thirty years old, but already had large patches of white hair on his head.
fountain pen ink,
Still seems like it will never run out,
I can always write.
No need to add it.
As I write,
I wrote until the sky turned white, and then I wrote until the sky turned dark.
The doorbell rang, he stood up suddenly, pushed the door open and walked out.
Standing on the second floor,
He saw his wife had already walked over.
Opened the door,
There are guests visiting,
It is said that she is a die-hard female fan of his wife.
The children's laughter came again.
They were watching cartoons on the sofa in the living room.
Seeing this scene,
He grinned.
Started laughing.
Even though he was extremely haggard,
The cracked lips seemed to be oozing with blood.
Write.
Write.
After copying one book, I copy the next one.
He couldn't stop at all.
Don't want to stop either.
I was so absorbed in writing that I forgot to eat or drink.
I was so absorbed in writing that I forgot to sleep.
Except for occasionally going out to take a look when hearing something,
Look at your wife.
Look at your own children.
Then come back and continue writing.
He was afraid that if he didn't write,
You can't see them anymore.
The wife's horror stories are all based on her family's villa, so the story includes this home, her, and the children.
Under the desk lamp in the study,
There is a figure who is copying books at a desk.
The figure is very thin.
He was so thin that the light from the lamp seemed to be able to penetrate him.
I wrote more and more words and copied more and more books.
Gradually,
The young man became thinner and more haggard.
Until suddenly one day,
He copied another book.
When I put down my pen,
Her legs were as slender as two chopsticks.
There was only a thin layer of skin clinging to the face.
The pupils could no longer be seen in the eye sockets. Only two balls of light similar to will-o'-the-wisp were seen flowing and flickering...
He pushed the door open tremblingly.
walked out,
He heard his wife's voice,
I also heard the voices of my own children.
All this,
They are all so beautiful,
So beautiful to hear.
This is the sound of nature.
It is the persistence and hope to live.
I don’t feel bitter, nor do I feel tired.
What is suffering, what is... tiredness
Holding the railing with his hands, he didn't dare to go any further. He just watched and listened silently, enjoying the peaceful years that belonged to him.
At this time,
He vaguely heard it.
My wife is crying.
My own children were crying too.
He was stunned for a moment.
Why
Why are you crying
A family,
Neat and tidy,
Live happily together.
Why are you crying
He was a little flustered and confused. He grabbed the stair railing with both hands and walked down step by step with great difficulty.
Down the stairs,
It was also a huge challenge for him at this time.
He was afraid he would fall.
If I fall down,
It will directly fall into powder.
He is not afraid of being crushed into powder,
I was afraid that no one would copy it.
No one picked up the pen to write anymore.
But he still had to go down.
He would ask his wife and children,
What happened
Why are you crying
finally,
He walked towards the stairs.
He was panting, his back hunched, unable to straighten up, and he groped his way forward.
He came to the living room and saw the sofa in the center.
The wife sat in the middle.
The children were on both sides.
The wife is crying.
My son is crying.
My daughter is crying too.
On the ground,
Alaska was crawling there, and around it, there were a lot of amusement park facilities, and a lot of masks, cloaks, human faces, dark shadows, and all kinds of scary things wandering and flashing.
In the dark,
You can also hear countless dead souls wailing, crying, and roaring!
All of this,
They are all characters, scenes, and props that have appeared in my wife’s horror novels.
He didn't think it was strange, nor did he think it was a big deal.
He opened his mouth, wanting to ask his wife, wanting to ask his children,
you,
Why are you crying
We are still alive, we can still be together,
It's beautiful.
Isn’t it
But he could only make hoarse sounds, like a mosquito, and couldn't speak at all.
Blood began to drip from the wife's eyes.
It’s the same in the eyes of children.
This scene,
It scared him.
The wife and children climbed off the sofa together.
Crawl towards him.
He saw his wife's hands grasping his legs, begging, praying, crying,
He saw the same thing happen to his own children.
"Honey, let me go, let me go, I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand this torture, I really can't stand it anymore, let me go, please, honey, let me go, let me go..."
"Dad, please let us go... It's too scary here. Every day is so painful. My daughter is so scared..."
"Dad, please let us go. My sister and I can't stand it anymore. We really can't stand it anymore..."
Looking down at myself,
The faces of his wife and children were twisted with pain.
Thunderclaps suddenly rang out in his mind.
He began to stagger back.
Shaking his head,
Full of disbelief.
Why,
Why,
how so,
No,
impossible,
Impossible!
The original cold reality,
When covered with beautiful gauze, it gives people an illusion of beauty.
Illusions are just illusions after all.
He prostrated himself on the ground.
Holding head in hands.
These days, he has been copying in the study and has never gone out.
But in the outside world,
He still appears in public every day, directing and dispatching workers in the factory to complete orders. He even found a new domestic nanny after the previous domestic nanny had problems.
All this,
He did all this.
But he didn't know,
I don’t know.
He only knew,
When his wife and children begged for mercy,
He totally collapsed.
I was in a state of confusion.
My vision became a little blurry.
In this blurred vision,
When he saw the new nanny coming to his house, he saw the bodies of his wife and children on the sofa and screamed. There was also a "suicide note" written by his wife on the coffee table. It was what his wife said when she begged him to let her go. He followed his instinct and wrote it down as if he was copying his wife's published book, in black and white.
This, along with the bruises on his wife and children from long ago, served as evidence for his conviction for domestic violence and abuse.
The entanglement between reality and virtuality,
It collapsed and was rebuilt again and again in his mind. In prison, he had a lot of time to think and to reorganize his thoughts.
so,
He was very impressed with the prison environment.
Thank you very much.
It is a gratitude that comes from the heart.
… …
The gaze of memories slowly fades away,
The corners of his mouth gradually formed an arc.
He tried to regain his life, but he discovered a shocking reality.
He exists.
But it doesn't exist,
Everyone around him could see him and talk to him. The prison leaders also praised him highly, and the articles he wrote were published and won awards.
But he,
Does it really exist
He felt like he had become a real ghost.
Not a ghost like a spirit,
But everyone knows you,
And you,
But it does not exist,
This is a paradox and a torture.
It took him more than four years in prison to figure this out.
Looking at the terrified woman in front of him,
He opened his mouth.
Made a "hush" lip gesture,
then,
Slowly said:
"Perhaps, I know how to use this pen."
“Is… what is…”
The woman from Naihe Bridge looked at the man in front of her with a genuine fear.
"That is to make yourself a character in the story you write, rather than a living person."
The prisoner took a deep breath.
Leaning back on the chair,
"So, why is it that things are so smooth, you can find me right away after you come out of hell,
Smoothly,
Like a planned plot segment,
Is that so
The woman nodded.
Yes,
It went so smoothly.
"hehe… … "
The prisoner laughed.
"I'm sorry to tell you that I don't have the ability to tell this story, and it has collapsed...
sorry,
I'm sorry for causing you trouble.
and me,
Let’s disappear together.”
… … …
In the bedroom on the second floor of the library,
Lawyer An, who had just helped the Taoist priest untie the ropes, sat beside the bed. The Taoist priest ran downstairs to apply safflower oil. After being stopped by Lawyer An, Zhang Yanfeng fell into a coma again.
But his breathing has stabilized and his heartbeat has returned. I think he will wake up after a good sleep. Everything is moving in the right direction.
Lawyer An thought this was a bit magical. It was actually possible to make an ordinary ghost who had just died resurrect through another body.
While wiping the water droplets from his hair with a towel, he picked up the "Prison Storm" magazine.
Flipping through it casually,
The first half of the magazine contains speeches and deeds of prison leaders.
The following are the reform insights and experiences written by prisoners in prison.
It's quite interesting to watch.
Watching,
I turned to the last page.
Um
Lawyer An was stunned for a moment.
It's the last page.
But it seems like something is missing.
It seems like there should have been an article here, and I seem to have read it.
But it disappeared.
It's me,
Did you remember it wrong
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