Weird talk author drags the diary

Chapter 1 Welcome to Changhong Zoo

"Your words are very aura, but that's all in the past."

"Then this book..."

"I don't know what happened to you and why it's like this now? You write suspense and horror, not youthful pain literature. I need stories with twists and turns, not lyrical... Sorry, it might be possible to say so It would hurt."

"Even if it is published under my original pseudonym...doesn't it have any commercial value?"

"Please respect yourself, Mr. Yu Liang."

"..."

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"502... is here."

Yu Liang opened the rusty iron door and choked on the shaken dust.

The house looked like it hadn't been lived in for a long time. Dust and cobwebs intertwined and blocked the entire living room.

But he is still very satisfied, because the bachelor apartment is spacious and cheap.

Although this is a suburb in the suburbs, although it is far away from the bustling streets, and although the bus only runs once a day in the morning and evening, for Yu Liang, who is about to be kicked out of Haicheng, there is a place to take him in. Very good.

perhaps……

Being ruthlessly kicked out by the landlord is probably the only way for every writer.

No, I am not a writer, just a writer.

Yu Liang thought to himself mockingly, and walked into the house carrying a large bag, and the door behind him creaked and slowly closed.

"It's really not bad, the monthly rent is only [-]." He looked around the entire apartment, a simple one-bedroom, one-bathroom, one-living room, not only kept a complete set of furniture, but also natural gas supplied by pipelines and water and electricity subsidized by the policy. The reason is simply that someone died in this room.

It doesn't matter.

After tidying up until the evening, Yu Liangcai finally cleaned the place into a livable appearance, and the more he cleaned it, the more satisfied he was with the bachelor apartment. As an apartment, both the lighting conditions and the sound insulation have reached the residential design standards. It gave him a sense of accomplishment when he picked up a bargain.

As night fell, Yu Liang sat down at the computer desk and started to create tonight.

[It is said that before going to bed, you should put your shoes on the front and back, because that will prevent ghosts from finding your bed.

But my wife has never believed in strange powers and chaos.

In the middle of the night, she was woken up by her husband getting up to go to the toilet. Looking at his figure staggering and sinking into the darkness, the wife thought of this urban legend for no reason, so she turned a shoe in front of the bed in a mysterious way.

After a while, the husband came back after going to the toilet, but he just spun around in front of the bed, scratching his head in wonder.

Where is my bed? 】

Yu Liang examined the outline he had just written, and read it again. He didn't feel the fear of careful thinking. On the contrary, he felt that he had written a cold joke and it wasn't funny.

The conversations in the editorial department during the day echoed in his mind. At that time, Yu Liang didn’t think too much about it. The only feeling he felt was that he had lost an income. Now he is deeply aware that this means that the current him is only The capacity to produce waste remains.

"Inspiration, inspiration..." Yu Liangchang sighed, he stood up from his seat, looked around the entire bedroom, and after examining it, his eyes stayed on the bed.

This room didn't look like a murder case had happened, it was such an extremely bad case.

The young crazy husband peeled off his wife's skin, slept under the bed with human skin for three days and nights, but suddenly collapsed after waking up, and finally committed suicide.

In comparison, the generalization of this murder case is even more bizarre than the outline of the ghost story he just wrote, not to mention some details of this case.

It is said that the human skin was completely peeled off. It is said that the human skin disappeared after the incident, and it is said that the police were unable to find it.

"That guy, what was he thinking at the time?" Such a question arose in Yu Liang's heart. As a writer, he prefers to use conspiracy theories to explain everything unusual, rather than simply thinking that he is "crazy".

However, the nature of this case is quite special. He couldn't find any relevant clues on the Internet, and at most it was a few words of urban legend.

Yu Liang leaned down, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and looked at the bottom of the bed. He had already cleaned it in the afternoon, so the bottom of the bed was very clean.

After thinking for a while, he got under the bed and lay flat on the position where the crazy husband used to be.

Even though the lights in the bedroom were turned on, it was still dark under the bed. Yu Liang turned his head sideways to look at the light from under the bed. Obviously it was a light that could be touched with his hand, but he felt a little far away. It was as if he was constantly falling into a dark abyss.

If there are other people in this bedroom, this view should only see their feet.First there was a pair of feet walking back and forth, as if they hadn't noticed "I", but suddenly they leaned over and looked at the bottom of the bed, and then there were classic ghost faces in horror movies all over the screen.

But there will be no one else in this bedroom.

Because the bed was the wife's body, her skin had been completely peeled off, revealing only the bright red body oozing blood.

The incision is neat and skillful, and I can tell that I seem to be a doctor who is proficient in the human body, or a butcher.

No, neither a doctor nor a butcher earns so little to live with his wife in such a small apartment.

Could it be that he has been specially trained in skinning?

Do normal people practice this sort of thing?
Anyway, now this piece of skin is lying beside me, I looked at her black and hollow face, and couldn't help joking, didn't you always dislike how fat your face looks before?

It's all right now, your whole face is light, and you don't have to worry about losing face when you go back to your hometown for the New Year.

The blood accumulated in the depression on the bed, passed through the gaps in the bamboo mat, joined under the bed board, and dripped slowly on my face. I hurriedly protected the skin beside me to prevent her from being stained with blood.

and many more……

There seems to be writing on the inside of the wooden slats under the bed.

While his eyes were wandering, Yu Liang noticed something, so he turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and carefully identified the handwriting.

Perhaps because of the wrong posture, these words were written very illegibly, and sometimes big and sometimes small. Yu Liang added punctuation marks to them in his mind to make them readable.

【I'm stuck here...】

[The doors...the windows are all locked, and they cannot be opened at all. 】

[If you can't break it, they are all sealed. 】

[Unlock... the key?I need a key!The key... is 钅 and Yue!But there are metals, the moon is in the sky, how can I get the moon? 】

【The moon is in the sky】

[leave, go, escape, escape, open]

[There are so many words, there is always a way, don't worry, don't worry...]

[Broken... stone, skin? 】

[Stone, yes. 】

[Skin...skin? 】

Yu Liang rubbed his chin, these words seemed to have internal logic, not a mess.

The crazy husband is "trapped" in the apartment, and he wants to get out, so he finds many ways, many words.

However, why does the "key" need metal and the moon?

Is it just because "key" is composed of "钅" and "month"?
"Stone" and "skin" formed the character "po", and then helped him break the bondage of "po" and escaped from the apartment.

It seems a bit far-fetched, but it can be understood to a certain extent. It is somewhat similar to the content seen in some psychiatric interview novels. The words of those patients are not chaotic, but self-contained logic. go in.

only……

Human skin really disappears, right?

Yu Liang suddenly felt a chill, and then he felt something was wrong.

If the handwriting on this bed was left by the crazy husband, the police should dispose of this bed, right?
Even if the police don't care, the landlord has to change the bed. If not, at least these inexplicable words should be erased, right?

Or, the words were actually written by the landlord?

"It's a bit outrageous." Yu Liang shook his head, dispelling some unrealistic thoughts, "Wait, there are still things."

He noticed that there was a folded piece of black paper between the cracks of the bed board, so he subconsciously reached out and took it off.

It was a leaflet, all black, with the words "Welcome to Changhong Zoo" written in artistic fonts, and the background was blurred animals such as lions, giraffes, and elephants.

"Changhong Zoo?" Yu Liang was taken aback for a moment, he had lived in Haicheng for several years, "Is there a zoo called Changhong?"

(End of this chapter)