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Yan Luo is the editor of a horror magazine. On this day, she received a text message from an author named Guan Hai, asking her to eat tonight, and by the way a new story Draft to her.
This is a novice writer. The story is not new and it is very popular among readers. However, because I don’t have much computer time to work in the factory, every time I submit a manuscript, I submit it in the form of a manuscript.
Yanluo is a little annoyed to use the computer to type his manuscripts every time, so he uses the manuscript fees to vent a few times.
Whenever I hear Guan Hai say on the phone: “Sister Yan Luo, I just went to the bank, and the manuscript fee has not yet arrived?”
She chuckled in her heart and asked you to run a few more times: “I’m sorry to have something financial today. It must be there tomorrow!”
In fact, the magazine has a fixed time every month Send the manuscript fee. Mr. Yan Luo told Guan Hai a few days before the fee for the manuscript: “Your manuscript fee should be paid, pay attention to check it.” Let him be happy a few times.
2
Before going out, Yanluo weighed himself. “51 kilograms!” Yan Luo stood on the electronic scale with an incredible expression, “How come you have grown two kilograms! I’m not alive!”
It’s really bad luck recently. The bag was stolen on the bus. I thought I would lose my weight if I was in a bad mood, but I didn’t expect it to increase instead! She checked the time, there was still an hour before the appointment time, and planned to take a shower before going out. Anyway, every time I was late, Guan Hai should get used to it.
While taking a shower, she suddenly heard the phone ring.
Yan Luo hurriedly wrapped a bath towel and walked out of the bathroom. He went to the dressing table and saw that the phone screen was on, but there were no missed calls or unread text messages.
Hallucination. She went back to the bathroom to continue taking a shower. Washing and washing, she suddenly thought… When the phone is in standby, the screen should be black. Why was the screen on just now?
She felt a bit cold on her back, as if several cold ants climbed on her back and sucked the blood from her lungs.
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Could it be that someone is staring at her! Yanluo turned back nervously and looked around, a false alarm.
When she got out of the bathroom, she quickly adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner. Maybe the cold wind blew into the bathroom just now. When she just sat down to blow her head, she heard a noise in the living room.
She opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room. She was stunned. The four walls, ceilings, door panels, furniture and appliances are all covered with white manuscript paper. The wind brought by the opening of the door stirred up a commotion among those papers, like a holy spirit banner.
“Ah—” Yan Luo screamed, The heart almost fell out of fright.
It took a while before she calmed down and walked over slowly to reveal a piece of manuscript paper. It was Guan Hai’s manuscript, and she was very familiar with the handwriting. These papers are all photocopies. But she has never read the story inside, and it should be a manuscript of a new story.
What is going on? This damn Guan Hai, dare to make such a joke to me!
“Guan Hai! Come out for my old lady!” Yan Luo was completely annoyed and looked everywhere in the living room, but no one saw anyone. Then she checked the guest room, kitchen, guest bathroom, balcony… and still found nothing. By the way, call the police! A natural sense of danger haunts her heart.
The landline is not connected, and the telephone cable is taken away. (Uncle Ghost: http://www.guidaye.com/ please keep the reprint!)
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Yan Luo hurriedly walked into the bedroom to pick up his mobile phone. The phone that was still on the dressing table just now is gone. On the vanity mirror, someone drew a picture with lipstick. It was a man with a broken head, with his torso rolling far away.
The lipstick seems to have melting marks, and it looks even more bloody.
Heat… Yan Luo suddenly felt the air very hot.
The air conditioner was turned on to heat, and anxiety and impetuosity filled the room with fear. With a strange cry, Yan Luo rushed out of the bedroom and went to open the living room door to escape, only to find that the door was locked.
The key…the key is in the bag.
The moment she turned her head, a hand grabbed her hair tightly. The hand stretched out from the wall covered with manuscript paper. To be precise, it was a person standing in a corner covered with manuscript paper, she hadn’t noticed before.
Before the poor Yan Luo could scream, he snapped his neck off. The man covered in manuscript paper grabbed her long hair and slowly dragged her into the bedroom.
3
Half a month later, the police smashed into Yan Luo’s house. Because a group of human-shaped watermarks appeared on the ceiling downstairs, and accompanied by a foul smell, the tenants downstairs called the police.
After the police officers lifted the bedboard, a foul odor attacked. Under the bed was a naked female corpse without a head, already infested with maggots and flies.
They searched for a long time but did not find where the head of the corpse was. Just when it was almost concluded that the head of the corpse was taken away from the scene by the murderer, a careful policeman found behind the dressing table. There is something wrong with the walls of the country-the wallpaper does not seem so flat.
Moving the dressing table away, a room was shocked, and a woman with her mouth sealed had its head embedded in the wallInside, facing them stupidly.
Tear off the wallpaper to find out. The woman’s hair was stretched out in strands and fixed to the wall with glue like a peacock opening a screen.
The forensic doctor cut the sutures of the female corpse’s lips. Inside was a newspaper clipping.
Three weeks ago, a man named Guan Hai was crushed to the bank by a truck and died instantly.
The worker said that the man often contributes to the magazine to earn manuscript fees and subsidize the medical expenses of his mother at home, but the magazine seems to have deliberately delayed the manuscript fees many times…