The author's diary of ghost stories

"Your writing is very inspiring, but that was all in the past."

"Then this book..."

"I don't know what happened to you, why is it like this now? What you write is suspense and horror, not youth pain literature. I need bizarre and twisty stories, not lyrical... Sorry, that's possible It would be hurtful.”

"Even if I publish it under my original pen name...doesn't it have any commercial value?"

"Please respect yourself, Mr. Yu Liang."

"..."

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"502...it's here."

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

The house looked like it hadn't been lived in for a long time. Dust and cobwebs intertwined to block the entire living room. It didn't look very good when you first entered.

But he was still satisfied because the bachelor apartment was spacious and cheap.

Although this is a suburb within a suburb, although it is far away from the bustling neighborhoods, and although there are only one bus in the morning and evening a day, for Yu Liang, who is about to be kicked out of Haicheng, having a place to take him in is all that matters. Very good.

perhaps……

Being mercilessly evicted by the landlord is probably the inevitable path for every writer.

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

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

"It's really not bad. The monthly rent is only 700." He looked around the entire apartment. It was a simple one-bedroom, one-bathroom and one-living room. It not only retained a complete set of furniture, but also had natural gas supplied by pipes and subsidized water and electricity. All of these The reason is simply that this room has been visited by many people.

Doesn't matter.

It was not until evening that Yu Liangcai finally cleaned the place into a habitable condition. The more he cleaned, the more satisfied he became with the single apartment. As an apartment, both the lighting conditions and sound insulation met the standards of residential design. This It gave him a sense of accomplishment that he had found something cheap.

As night fell, Yu Liang casually dealt with the two of them and sat down at the computer desk to start tonight's creation.

[It is said that before going to bed, you should put your shoes on top of each other so that ghosts cannot find your bed.

But my wife has never believed in the idea of ​​strange forces and gods.

In the middle of the night, she was woken up by her husband getting up to go to the toilet. Looking at her husband's figure swaying into the darkness, the wife remembered this urban legend for no reason, so she turned a shoe in front of the bed in a strange way.

A moment later, my husband came back after going to the bathroom, but he just slowly walked around in front of the bed, scratching his head and wondering.

Where is my bed? 】

Yu Liang looked at the outline he had just written and read it again. He did not feel the fear of thinking about it. On the contrary, he felt that he had written a cold joke and it was not funny.

The conversation in the editorial office during the day echoed in his mind. At that time, Yu Liang didn't think too much. The only thing he felt was that he was missing an income. But now he is deeply aware that this also means that he currently only has one income. That leaves the capacity to produce waste.

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

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

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

Comparatively speaking, the summary of this murder case is even more bizarre than the outline of the ghost story he just wrote, let alone some of the details of this case.

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

"What was that guy thinking at that time?" Yu Liang had such a question in his heart. As a writer, he prefers to use conspiracy theories to explain everything that is unusual, rather than simply thinking that it is "crazy."

However, the nature of this case was quite special. He could not find any relevant clues on the Internet. At most, there were only fragments of urban legends.

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

After a moment's thought, he crawled under the bed and lay down where his mad husband had once been.

Even though the lights were on in the bedroom, it was still dark under the bed. Yu Liang turned his head to look at the light outside from under the bed. It was obvious that it was light that could be touched with one hand, but he felt a little far away. It was like he was falling into the abyss of darkness.

If there are other people in this bedroom, this view should only show their feet. First, there was a pair of feet walking back and forth, seemingly not noticing "me", but suddenly they leaned over and looked at the bottom of the bed, and then the screen was filled with the classic ghostly faces in horror movies.

But there won't be anyone else in this bedroom.

Because there was the wife's body on the bed, her skin was completely peeled off, only the bright red body oozing with blood was exposed.

The incisions were neat and done with skillful techniques. It was obvious that I was a doctor who was proficient in the human body, or a butcher.

No, the income of a doctor or a butcher is not low enough to live in such a small apartment with his wife.

Could it be that he was specially trained to peel skin?

Do normal people practice this kind of thing?

In short, now this piece of skin is lying next to me. Looking at her face with a black hollow, I can't help but joke, didn't you always dislike the fatness of your face in the past?

Now it's better, your whole face feels light, and you no longer have to worry about being embarrassed when you go back to your hometown for the New Year.

Blood accumulated in the depressions on the bed, passed through the gaps in the bamboo mat, and pooled under the bed board. It slowly dripped onto my face. I hurriedly protected the skin next to me to prevent her from being stained with any blood.

etc……

There seemed to be writing on the inside of the wooden strips under the bed.

As his eyes drifted, Yu Liang noticed something, so he turned on the flashlight of his phone and carefully identified the handwriting.

Perhaps because of the wrong posture, the words were written in a sloppy way, sometimes getting bigger and sometimes smaller. Yu Liang mentally added punctuation marks to them to make them readable.

【I'm trapped here...】

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

[Those that cannot be broken open are sealed. 】

[Unlock... key? I need the key! The key...is the 钅和月! But there is metal and the moon is in the sky. How can I get the moon? 】

【The moon is in the sky】

【Leave, go, take off, escape, open】

[There are so many words, there is always a way, don’t be anxious, don’t be anxious...]

[Broken... stone, skin? 】

[Stone, yes. 】

[Leather...leather? 】

Yu Liang touched his chin. These words seemed to have internal logic and were not a mess.

The crazy husband was "trapped" in the apartment. He wanted to get out, so he found many ways and many words to do so.

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

Just because "Key" is composed of "钅" and "月"?

"Stone" and "skin" formed the word "break", and then helped him break the shackles of "break" and escape from the apartment.

It seems a bit far-fetched, but to some extent it is understandable. It is somewhat similar to the content seen in some psychiatric interview novels. The patients' words are not confusing, but have their own logic, and can even easily lead normal people into thinking. Go in.

only……

Human skin really disappears, right?

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

If the writing on this was left by the crazy husband, the police would have disposed of the bed, right?

Even if the police don't care, the landlord has to change the bed. If he doesn't change the bed, he should at least erase these incomprehensible words, right?

Or was the writing actually written by the landlord?

"It's a bit outrageous." Yu Liang shook his head and gave up the unrealistic thoughts, "Wait, there is something else."

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

It was a flyer, all black, with the words "Changhong Zoo Welcomes You" written in artistic fonts, with blurry animals such as lions, giraffes, and elephants in the background.

"Changhong Zoo?" Yu Liang was stunned for a moment. He had also lived in Haicheng for several years. "Is there a zoo called Changhong?"