Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 600: Wife killing diary
Chapter 600 Wife Killing Diary
Two standard-sized beds, with a low cabinet next to the bed, and a tent in the open space between the two beds.
The tent is not big, just big enough for one person to curl up and lie down. There are also a case of beer and a case of mineral water on both sides of the tent.
"Your life is very nourishing." I glanced at the empty wine bottles thrown in the corner, and I didn't expect this strange man to be an alcoholic.
"We creators all have some eccentricities, and I like to drink more." The man dragged out a box of instant noodles from behind the tent: "I'm ready for a protracted war, and it won't be a problem if I last a week or two .”
Seeing the supplies prepared by the strange man, my suspicions about him gradually weakened. This man's style of doing things is completely different from that of the show anchor. Maybe he is really just a horror novelist looking for material.
"You live in this ghost place alone, aren't you afraid?"
"What you want is to be afraid. If you are not afraid of yourself, how can you write something that makes readers creepy?" It’s up to me, in order to have a new breakthrough, so I try to come to this kind of place to create.”
I nodded and muttered to myself, these artistic feelings are not normal: "Isn't your accent a native of Jiangcheng?"
"My family is in North China, and I overheard a friend mentioning this place, so I came here on purpose."
"Your friend is actually able to know such a secret place, surely he is not an ordinary person?"
"They are all ordinary people, but he has worked as a nurse in this hospital before, so he knows some news."
"What does he know? Could it be related to the inexplicable relocation of this hospital?" I was a little curious, the man in front of me seemed to have some inside information.
"The relocation of the hospital was decided by the top management. How could my friend, a nurse, come into contact with those people?" The strange man's face looked weird, especially the two eyes of different sizes. Blinking: "However, according to him, before the hospital was relocated, the success rate of operations in the hospital dropped a lot, people died almost every day, and later a doctor on night shift jumped off the building. These are all real things."
"Does he not know the specific reason?"
"Don't talk about him, I guess, only the dean and the leaders in the whole hospital know what's going on."
I wanted to find flaws in the man's answer, but unfortunately there were no obvious flaws in what he said.
Glancing at the man, I suddenly found that since he entered the house, he has been sitting at the opening of the tent, with his upper body upright, as if he is using his body to block my sight, and he does not want me to see what is in the tent.
After noticing this, I started to walk purposefully around the house, keeping my eyes on the tent all the time, trying to figure out what secrets were hidden inside.
The man quickly realized this and turned his body stiffly.
With such a sway, there will inevitably be a gap, and it is impossible to completely cover it.
I used my discerning eye to take a rough look. There were two sets of spare clothes, a few books, and a sleeping bag in the tent. What puzzled me was that the sleeping bag was bulging, and a silhouette of a human figure appeared faintly!
I stopped, not daring to approach the man, my eyes were a little apprehensive, and my face turned cold: "Is there anyone else in the tent?"
"Don't get me wrong." The man couldn't laugh or cry: "It's not something glorious, but since you saw it, it's okay."
He got up and stepped aside, dragging the sleeping bag out with some embarrassment. When I saw what was in the sleeping bag, my expression suddenly became weird.
"Inflated...Girlfriend?"
"Silicon." The man put the sleeping bag back again, with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face: "Don't think in the wrong direction, I just want a companion."
He pointed to his face: "I've had low self-esteem since I was a child, and I can only find myself in novels. This doll is just like my wife, who has always been with me and never left."
If my girlfriend had a choice, she would probably leave such a bad person like you, right?
After all, which normal person would be willing to come to this kind of place to experience life?
I didn't say these hurtful words, but I just nodded my head with a very understanding look: "It's really hard to feel lonely, I have a deep understanding of this."
My words seemed to reach his heart, and he agreed very much. The relationship between the two of them has also drawn a lot closer. I can feel that his voice has softened.
"Would you like a bottle? There is no one we brothers can meet in this ghost place. Do you know that when I first heard the noise and saw you, I really thought it was haunted! You are still wearing The mask, I'm completely confused." The man grinned, but his smile was even uglier, and his whole face was distorted.
He casually took out a can of beer from the right side of the box and handed it to me. I shook my head. Alcohol can numb my nerves and affect my thinking. In this environment, I must remain absolutely awake.
"Alcohol is fine, I'm a poor drinker." Saying this was nothing more than a refusal. In order not to embarrass the man, I hurriedly changed the subject: "Look at the preparations you've made. It's tents and beer. In order to write Is it worth pushing yourself like this for a novel?"
"You don't understand." The man put the beer in his hand in front of me, took out a bottle from the left side of the box, opened it, and drank it by himself: "When inspiration comes, I feel like the most powerful person in the world." Yes, when the inspiration is exhausted, scratching your head and wanting to die, it is nothing to experience in an abandoned hospital?"
"I really don't know much about this." I smiled, and said casually: "I must read your masterpiece when I have a chance. There are not many such dedicated writers."
The man smiled mysteriously: "Actually, you may have read my book. After all, I still have a certain influence in horror and suspense literature."
"Read it?" I was a little stunned: "I don't know what books you have written?"
The smile on the man's face slowly widened, showing a look of anticipation, as if he was sure that if he said this name, I would be surprised.
"Have you seen "Diary of a Wife Killer"?"
"Killing my wife..." Hearing this name, I froze for a moment, and a huge wave suddenly set off in my heart!
Diary of Wife Killing? Isn't this written by Master Wang? what's the situation? The real Master Wang is dead, and the ghost of Huanyang is still covering me in Shiji Xinyuan!
The sound of my breathing has been heard by the man in front of me. In order not to expose it, I had no choice but to follow him: "The novel was written by you?! You are the most mysterious suspense writer with a corpse and a face? Listen Said that you didn't even go to the awards ceremony?"
The man seemed satisfied with my excited tone: "I knew that someone like you who likes to explore spirits must have read my novels."
"I really didn't expect to meet an idol. Dare I ask what your real name is?" I slowed down and went through all the things that happened after I met the man in my mind, and suddenly found a lot of things. Doubtful.
Before I met him, I saw a black shadow flashing in the corridor of the Sarcoma Center, and that black shadow was probably him.
And when we first met, he didn't have any lighting tools in his hand, he just stood straight at the door, and the only light at that time was from my mobile phone.
This man can see in the dark, which I overlooked because I was too surprised at the time.
Looking down, when I looked at the can of beer in front of me, I recalled the man's previous actions.
He took this bottle of beer out from the right side of the box, and the bottle of beer he drank himself was taken out from the far left side of the box!
"The wine is probably injected with drugs!"
In the blink of an eye, I kept thinking, and I already had the intention to kill this man.
"Real name? It's inconvenient to tell you this. We met by chance, so don't worry about it so much, just call me by occupation." The man smiled brightly, without any trace of malice: "You call me a writer. How convenient it is for me to call you an anchor."
In the optional mission of the underworld show, ten points are awarded for killing the anchor of the show. The man did this clearly and was going to tell everyone that I am the anchor.
"Forget it, it's weird to be called an anchor." I stretched out my hand towards the man, hiding my sinister energy in my palm like a needle, with a smile on my face: "It's not easy to meet your idol in this ghostly place, you call me Xia Chi will be fine."