Chapter 346: The Truth (2000 Monthly Tickets Plus Updates!) (Revised)

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After dinner, he accompanied his wife to wash the dishes, and then played parent-child games with the children for a while. After calming the children to sleep, he also returned to his room.

The wife was taking a shower in the bathroom inside the room, and the gurgling sound of the water made people itch.

He was lying on the bed with his hands under his pillow, looking at the wedding photos hanging on the wall.

In the photo, I was young at the time and my wife was in her prime.

lie down lie down

He squinted,

fell asleep again.

He didn't know how long he slept, but when he woke up, it was dark all around. He reached out and groped in the darkness, and turned on the light.

The bed is still the same bed, but only myself is lying there.

silently,

He sat up from the bed,

Curled up his body.

A feeling of loneliness and coldness is coming over him,

Some broken pictures began to continuously appear in my mind.

dark clouds,

lightning,

heavy rain,

living room,

sofa……

He felt more and more difficult to breathe, and an emotion called "despair" was covering him, and goose bumps began to appear on his body.

He dared not leave the bedroom,

dare not open the door,

He was afraid that he would not hear the child's voice,

Afraid to lose sight of his wife,

Even more afraid of going down the stairs,

Seeing the sofa in the living room...

"Hoo...………………………………………"

The heavy panting made his brain become more and more blank.

Struggling, like a thief, he tiptoed open the door, closed his eyes, covered his ears, and rushed into the study next door according to the impression in his memory.

"Snapped!"

The moment you close the study door,

He just felt like a stone had fallen from his heart.

With cloudy eyes, he looked at the pen lying quietly on the desk,

It seems to have found its own support.

he walked over

pick up the pen,

Open the blank book,

Then he took out his wife's book "Double-Faced Man" and began to copy it.

he forgets himself,

he is obsessed,

In addition to transcribing the text,

He didn't have any other thoughts, and he didn't dare to have them.

No one urged him, but he valued his time exceptionally.

He wrote very quickly, and his handwriting began to become scribbled, because in his heart, he couldn't wait.

he didn't notice,

His skin had begun to wrinkle, like elm bark that had lost moisture, and he didn't notice that his eye sockets were slowly sunken. He was not yet thirty years old, and a large piece of white hair had appeared on his head.

pen ink,

Still seems to never run out,

I have always been able to write,

No need to add it.

write write

Write until the sky turns white, and write until the sky becomes dark again.

The doorbell rang, and he stood up abruptly, pushed open the door and walked out.

Standing on the second floor,

He saw his wife had gone down below,

opened the door,

There are guests visiting,

It is said to be a die-hard female fan of his wife.

The children's laughter came again,

They watch cartoons on the sofa in the living room.

Seeing this scene,

he grinned,

laughed.

Even if he is extremely emaciated,

The chapped lips seemed to be seeping blood.

write

write

After copying one book, copy the next one,

He can't stop at all,

I don't want to stop,

I wrote so much that I forgot to eat and drink,

I wrote so much that I forgot to sleep,

Except for occasionally hearing movement and going out to have a look,

look at my own wife,

Look at your children again,

Then come back and continue writing.

He was afraid that if he did not write,

You can't see them anymore.

The horror stories of my wife are all based on my family's villa, so there is this family, her, and children in the story.

Under the desk lamp in the study,

There is a figure copying books at his desk,

The figure is very thin,

It was so thin that the light from the desk lamp seemed to be able to penetrate him.

I wrote more and more characters and copied more and more books.

Gradually,

The young man grew thinner and gaunter,

Until one day suddenly,

He copied another book,

when you put down your pen,

The legs are as slender as two chopsticks,

There is only a layer of tight skin sticking to the face,

In the eye sockets, the pupils can no longer be seen, only two balls like will-o'-the-wisps can be seen.

The light is flowing, flickering...

He shakily opened the door,

went out,

He heard his wife's voice,

He also heard the voices of his own children.

all of these,

It's all so beautiful,

so beautiful,

This is the sound of nature,

It is the persistence and hope to live on.

I don't feel bitter, I don't feel tired,

What is bitterness, what... tiredness again?

With his hands on the railing, he didn't dare to go down. He just watched and listened silently, enjoying the peace of his own years.

At this time,

He faintly heard,

His wife is crying.

My own children are crying too.

He froze for a moment,

Why?

Why are you crying?

family,

tidy,

live happily together,

Why are you crying?

He was a little flustered and a little confused. He grabbed the railing of the stairs with both hands and walked down step by step with great difficulty.

down the stairs,

It is also a huge challenge for him at this time.

He was afraid of falling,

If you may fall by yourself,

It will be directly broken into a ball of powder.

He is not afraid to be smashed to powder,

But I was afraid that no one would copy it,

No one picks up a pen to write anymore.

But he's going down anyway,

He will ask his wife and children,

What the hell happened,

Why are you crying?

finally,

He went to the stairs,

He was out of breath, hunched over, unable to straighten up, and continued to move forward gropingly.

He came to the living room and saw the sofa in the middle.

The wife sits in the middle,

The sons and daughters are on both sides.

wife is crying,

the son is crying,

The daughter is crying too,

on the ground,

Alaska is crawling there, and around it, there are many playground equipment, and there are many masks, there are cloaks, there are human faces, there are shadows, there are all kinds of scary things wandering and flickering.

somewhere,

You can still hear how many dead souls are wailing, crying, and roaring!

all this,

They are all characters, scenes, and props that have appeared in my wife's horror novels.

He didn't think there was anything strange, and he didn't think it was a big deal.

He opened his mouth to ask his wife, his children,

you,

What are you crying for?

We're still alive, we're still together,

very beautiful

Is not it?

But he could only make a hoarse voice, like a mosquito, and couldn't speak at all.

Blood began to drip from his wife's eyes.

The same is true in the eyes of children,

This scene,

It freaked him out.

The wife climbed off the sofa with the children,

Crawl towards him.

He saw his wife's hands clasping his legs, pleading, praying, weeping,

He saw the same with his two children.

"My dear, let me go, let me go, I can't stand it, I can't stand this torture, I really can't stand it, let me go, please, my dear, let me go ,Let me go please…………"

"Father, please let us go...it's terrible here, every day is so painful, my daughter is so scared..."

"Father, please let us go, my sister and I can't take it anymore, really can't take it..."

look under yourself,

The faces of wives and children distorted with pain,

In an instant, thunder bursts sounded in his mind,

He staggered back,

shook his head,

Full of disbelief.

Why,

Why,

how so,

No,

impossible,

impossible!

The original cold reality,

After being covered with a beautiful veil, it gives people a beautiful illusion.

An illusion, after all, an illusion.

He prostrated himself on the ground,

Put your head in your hands.

These days, he has been copying and writing in the study, never going out at all.

But in the outside world,

He still appears in front of people every day, directing and dispatching workers in the factory to complete orders, and even found a new housekeeper after the last housekeeper had a problem.

all of these,

He did it all,

But he didn't know,

I don't know either.

he only knows,

When his wife and children begged to be spared before him,

He's broken down,

Caught in a kind of confusion.

Vision also became a bit blurred,

In this blurred vision,

When he saw the new nanny coming to the door, he saw the corpses of his wife and children on the sofa, and screamed. There was still a "suicide note" written by his wife on the coffee table, which was what his wife said when she begged him to let him go. This instinct, as if copying his wife's published book, was also written down, written down in black and white.

And this, along with the bruises on his wife and children from long ago, became the evidence for his conviction of domestic violence.

The entanglement of reality and virtuality,

In his mind, it collapsed again and again, and was reshaped again and again. In prison, he had a lot of time to think and rearrange his thoughts.

so,

For the environment of the prison,

Thank you very much.

It is a kind of gratitude from the heart.

…………

The gaze of memories slowly disappears,

The corners of his mouth gradually outlined an arc,

He tried to regain his life in the past, but he discovered an amazing reality,

he exists,

but does not exist,

People around him can see and talk to him, and the prison leaders appreciate him a lot, and his writing can be published and won awards.

But he,

Does it really exist?

He perceives himself as a real ghost,

Not the ghost of a ghost,

But obviously everyone knows you,

and you,

does not exist,

This is a paradox, but also a torture.

It took him more than four years in prison to figure this stuff out.

Looking at the terrified woman in front of him,

he opened his mouth,

made a "shh" lip motion,

then,

Slowly said:

"Perhaps, I know how to use this pen."

"It's... what is it..."

The woman from Naihe Bridge looked at the man in front of her with a heartfelt fear.

"That is to let myself become a character in the story, not a... living person."

The prisoner took a deep breath,

Leaning back in the chair,

"So, why things are going so well, you come out of hell and you can find me right away,

well,

Like a well-designed plot,

Is it? "

The woman nodded,

Yes,

It went so well.

"hehe…………"

The prisoner laughed,

"I'm sorry to tell you, this story, I'm not capable enough, I've collapsed...

sorry,

I'm tired of you,

And me,

Let's disappear together. "

………………

In the bedroom on the second floor of the study house,

Lawyer An, who had just helped Lao Dao untie him, sat by the bed, and Lao Dao ran down to apply safflower oil. Zhang Yanfeng fell into a coma after being stopped by Lawyer An.

But the breathing has stabilized, and the heartbeat has also appeared. After sleeping, it is estimated that he will really wake up. Everything is developing in a good direction.

Lawyer An felt that it was a bit miraculous, that it was actually possible to bring back the soul of an ordinary soul who had just died.

While wiping the water droplets on his hair with a towel, he picked up the "Prison Storm" magazine.

random flipping,

The first half of the magazine is the speeches and deeds of the prison leadership,

The latter part is written by inmates in the prison about their thoughts and experiences on reformation.

It's also interesting to watch.

look at, look at,

Turned to the last page,

Um?

Lawyer An was taken aback for a moment.

It's the last page,

But something seems to be missing,

It seems that there should be an article here, but I seem to have read it,

but disappeared.

it's me,

misremembered?

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