No Words [Book of Terror]

The night sky, no stars.

On the eve of dawn, at the darkest hour, a black figure wrapped all over his body slowly walked down the stairs to the first floor.

He stood in front of a door and slowly began to knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The knocking sound was repeated, again and again, neither fast nor slow. The black shadow who knocked on the door was obviously very patient.

This time period is when people sleep most deeply.

After a long time, "Who is it?" Someone finally responded from the door.

Heiying said heavily, "I'm looking for a screenwriter."

Such a simple sentence only shows the purpose, not the identity.If it is an ordinary person, he will definitely ask who is outside the door again.

However, after a few seconds, the door opened.

The chubby screenwriter came out and said as he walked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Something happened."

"what's up?"

"Let's find a place to chat." As soon as this sentence was finished, Heiying took out a big brick and hit it on the screenwriter's head. With a muffled sound, the screenwriter fell down with a bloodstain on his head. down.

The black shadow caught the screenwriter's body in time and let him lean against the wall, and the black shadow slowly closed the door.

Half an hour later, the chubby screenwriter woke up.

He still felt a dull pain in the back of his head. He slowly opened his eyes, and it was dark in front of him. After he slowly got used to the darkness, he realized that this place seemed to be a warehouse, and it was also a warehouse with sports equipment.

The screenwriter moved his body, only to find that his hands were tied from behind, and his whole body was tied to a chair by ropes.

His movement attracted a person.

A figure slowly walked over.The screenwriter narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to see who the other party was.

However, the other party was wrapped up tightly, and the hat on the down jacket was also put on. From the screenwriter's side, only the part below the bridge of his nose could be seen.

"Who are you? What did you tie me here for?" The screenwriter moved his body and asked.

"Don't you know the reason?" The figure said in a deep voice, and then slowly pulled up his hat, slowly revealing the figure's true face.

"Lu Fei?" The screenwriter was surprised. "How could it be you?"

Lu Fei's eyeballs were bloodshot, and there were thick dark circles around his eyes.

It was fine if the screenwriter didn’t speak, but when he did, Lu Fei’s bloodshot eyes became more prominent. He angrily stepped forward and pulled up the screenwriter’s hair, and began to beat him with his fists. While beating, Lu Fei cursed, “Don’t you know who I am? ! Why did you write this script! Why! Why! What is wrong with your writing, you have to write this!"

Lu Fei beat the screenwriter's white and fat face until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. After beating for a long time, Lu Fei stopped and said harshly, "Now, whatever I ask, you have to answer. Do you know?"

The screenwriter hesitated for a while, and was punched by Lu Fei again. Now he said quickly, "I know, I know."

As a result, Lu Fei punched him again, "What do you know! Say it!"

"I, I don't know anything."

Another punch, "Then you say you know!"

"Oh, stop hitting, stop hitting." The screenwriter took a hissing breath, "I'll answer whatever you want to ask."

After saying this, Lu Fei finally stopped.

He walked to the side, pulled a chair, and placed the chair directly opposite the screenwriter. He sat down, then bent down, and said to the screenwriter, "I ask you, how did you come up with this script?"

"This... this," the screenwriter saw that Lu Fei raised his fist again, and said hastily, "I only came up with an idea after reading the news."

"What you said is true?" Lu Feihu questioned, obviously not satisfied with the scriptwriter's rhetoric.

The screenwriter nodded again and again, "It's true, of course it's true."

"Tell me, how did you come up with the plot of killing people with soap?"

"Oh, I really just wrote it using my imagination after seeing the news."

"Fart!" Lu Fei cursed, stood up furiously, and patted the screenwriter's face, "I figured it out, who are you lying to! Tell me, who told you about this, how did you know about it?" thing, tell me!"

The screenwriter lowered his head at this moment.

He said slowly, "How could I not know?"

The tone of this sentence was very stable at the beginning, but it became more and more stern as it was said, and it was completely eerie when it reached the last word.

This voice, this voice!

Lu Fei took a step back.

This voice was the voice he always heard when he dreamed back at midnight.

This voice was the voice of the person he accidentally killed.

After so many years, he actually heard this voice again.

He still remembered that that person always bullied him recklessly, one day he finally couldn't bear it anymore and decided to teach him a lesson.

When that person went to the bathhouse to take a bath, he took soap and slicked the place where the other person must pass. After doing all this, he hid in the dark.

Not long after, he saw the man get out of the shower and walk over to the area.

He remembered that he was still very nervous at the time, afraid that the ground was not slippery enough, and that the other party would not fall.

However, as he wished, the man fell down because the ground was too slippery, and because he had just taken a bath and lacked strength.

However, the result was beyond his expectation.

When the man fell down, his temple actually hit the sharp corner, and there was no sound on the spot.

At that time, he felt both fear and pleasure, thinking in his heart that 'people like him deserve retribution, and it would be better if he died. '

However, after a long time, the other party fell to the ground without breathing, and he finally felt scared.

The joy in my heart gradually disappeared, and the sense of uneasiness gradually expanded, 'He won't really die, can he? '

Lu Fei didn't dare to look at that person, and left the boys' bathroom in a hurry.

Later, he saw that an ambulance and a police car came to the school one after another, and he also learned about the situation from the discussion of his classmates, that person died.

Actually... died.

At this time, Lu Fei was really scared. He was afraid that the police would find out that he had slipped the ground, and he was afraid that the police would arrest him.

He anxiously spent every minute, every second.

In the end, the police closed the case as an accident.

He is safe.

He let go of his heart, however, when he dreamed back at midnight, he always had nightmares, dreaming that the person came back to seek revenge on him, dreaming that the police came to arrest him.

After so many years, he thought he had forgotten about it.

However, when he received Zibuyu's latest mission, when he saw the words Pearl Academy, he knew that he hadn't forgotten it at all.

He just hid it in the deepest part of his heart.

When he came to this former alma mater, he already had some bad premonitions.

When he got that script, when he saw everything written in the script.

He knew that the truth of that incident had been revealed.

Maybe, maybe he will see the person who bullied him but was killed by him again.

When he heard the voice again, he was surprised and at the same time felt that it was something he had expected.

Perhaps, he already knew that this day would come.

That man, that man will come back for him.

When the screenwriter slowly raised his lowered head, Lu Fei took a deep breath.

When he raised his head, Lu Fei clearly saw that the screenwriter's face had changed into that person's face.

He will never forget the look of that face.

And the screenwriter's round figure also changed, becoming that person's figure, and his thick clothes became the school uniform of Pearl Academy back then.

Yego.

Lu Fei backed away slowly, just in time to bump into a deep chair, Lu Fei stabilized his footsteps, and continued to back up, "I knew earlier, there would be such a day."

"Really?" There was no brilliance in Ye Ge's eyes, but a look of death. His face was gray, and there was a bruise on the left temple.

Ye Ge's tone was also extremely cold and gloomy.

"But," the moment he saw Ye Ge, Lu Fei knew that maybe he couldn't survive today.However, there are some things he still wants to say, "You deserve it, and your fate is retribution. I just want you to learn a lesson, but God wants you to die. Isn't this retribution?"

Because of Ye Ge's death, Lu Fei has been suffering for so many years.

However, if the time goes back to the day when Ye Ge didn't die, Lu Fei will still make this decision.

Ye Ge, he should be taught a lesson!

The reason why he died had nothing to do with him.This can only show that even God can't stand what he's doing.

After making that prank, Lu Fei didn't regret it at all.

Because that's what Yego deserved.

As for the result, it was out of his control.

After Lu Fei said this, he really felt much happier in his heart.He didn't wait for Ye Ge to say anything, and ran away directly.

Although Lu Fei is not a veteran of Zibuyu, he himself has experienced two terrorist incidents.

And in these two missions, Lu Fei also contributed a lot.

If this incident hadn't been related to his past, he wouldn't have behaved so badly.

According to the experience gained by Lu Fei, he knows that when facing ghosts, human beings have no ability to resist at all. They can only escape or find the vitality of the incident.

So, after saying that sentence, Lu Fei finally felt that he let go of the burden in his heart.

So, he turned around and ran away without the slightest hesitation.