In 2012, there were five disappearances of young girls.
I never thought it would happen to me.
For 10 years, no one has seen them.
For 10 years, they stood silently in my basement.
One.
I’m Lily Lau, 39 years old. I’m a full-time housewife, wife of a novelist.
I was married to Chen Yicheng for 15 years and saw him grow from a poor writer to a novelist. After Chen’s first large royalties, Chen had bought the villa we now live in.
That day, the husband left early to go to the editor for details of the latest work.
I am ashamed to be the wife of a novelist, but I was born with a reading barrier and never read his book. But in his light, the new book should go well.
The work of the husband had shocked the literature and had once become a topic on the Internet. I am happy to see him re-emergence after many years of absence.
I should probably cheer up as a wife.
I started cleaning up to get my husband back to see a new home.
I cleaned the third floor of the library to the first floor and pushed the basement door.
The basement was originally a studio, which was used when we moved in, and we don’t normally come down.
All the groceries in the house were thrown here and the delivery boxes piled up like mountains. We don’t like people touching their personal belongings, and Aunt Clean hasn’t been here.
I played the fool’s spirit of moving the mountains, moving a little groceries out. I don’t know how long it’s been. I came to the corner behind the TV cabinet, and there was a touch underneath the carpet on the bottom.
I unearthed the carpet and found on the floor an iron door in a square or about diameter. The iron door is in the middle of a handle.
I remember the details when I bought the house, and the agency didn’t mention it. There’s another space underneath the basement. Why don’t I know?
I put down the mop and grab the handle. There was no lock in the door and it was raised slowly as hard as possible. It’s an indescribable smell, which doesn’t sound like it. It’s more like a chemical.
There was a steep metal ladder inside the door, and I turned on the flashlight and climbed down the ladder.
When I came to the bottom, I felt cold on my back, like someone was watching me.
I turned around and raised the light. There are five silent bodies standing before me.
Two.
For a moment, I was cold and vertical.
And the light of the flashlight shined before me, five young girls in blue sports uniforms.
They are placed on the bottom of the circle, and their skin is wrinkled. But under the faint light of the flashlight, it looks like a living thing, dry-dry-drinked face, and it looks like it.
At this moment, I remember the news of 2012.
In 2012, five teenage girls from my city disappeared. The police had suspected that the case related to human trafficking groups, but no one had been able to locate them over time.
Like other news stories, the news is flooded in the sea of messages.
The five were apparently made dry, like the mummies in the ancient Egyptian pyramid.
It explains the fragrance of the chemical agents in the dark room, whose uniforms belong to several local high schools.
The basement is the husband’s video studio, because it’s always smoked and I rarely come down.
Chen Xiaocheng usually rarely goes out of the house and, despite low social skills, has always been gentle. The most attractive thing about him is emotional stability. As a companion, he can always give a sense of safety and security.
I’ve loved him for more than 10 years, and I’ve never seen the real look under his skin?
My brain is dead in a huge amount of information and fear.
Cell phone… My phone is in the living room!
I struggled not to see the body in front of me, to climb the stairs.
When I left the dark room, I suddenly heard the door open — Chen Yicheng went home.
Shit!
3
When I came out of the basement, he came to the living room.
“What’s the sudden thought of hygiene? He came to the couch and sat his ass down.
It’s still that calm expression. Only now in my eyes, his face is completely different.
“I’m… just free today. * My heart is pounding and my head is covered with cold sweat *
“What’s wrong with you?” Are you sick?”
“It’s okay, it’s probably tired. I’m sorry.
I came to the kitchen and poured him a glass of water and put it on the tea table.
My phone is lying on the tea table.
I bend down and I try to grab the phone, and he says again: “The editor says there’s no need to change, and the book is good.” He sent the draft to a number of video and video companies, and the other parties expressed interest and sent someone to ask for an offer. I’m sorry.
I had to turn my back on the hand of my phone, “That’s great, I hope it works.” I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong? You don’t look so good.” I’m sorry.
He looked in the basement again and my heart almost stopped.
And I said, “It’s probably too tired to clean up for too long, and it’s quite exhausting. I’m sorry.
If he finds out I know the secret of the dark room, will I become a dead body?
The idea kept tormenting me, and he nodding his head and standing up and laughing, “I’m going to appreciate your work.” I’m sorry.
Is he going to the basement?
When I left, did I put the carpet on?
I forgot!
I was in a hurry, and I held his arm over his shoulder: “I’m sure you’ve been in the study every day lately. We haven’t eaten together for a long time. I’m sorry.
“What, you have to cook for yourself. I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
He laughed, “The sun is really out west.” I’m sorry.
I’m such a good actor.
4
The husband turned off the restaurant lights and his face was blind and dark under the candlelight.
Suddenly he smiled and pulled a little box out of his pocket.
“You may forget, today is our 15-year love anniversary. I’m sorry.
I opened the box, and there was a shining diamond necklace.
That’s when I realized — he went out today not only to see the editor, but also to buy me a gift.
He looked forward to and rejoiced and looked to my eyes with love.
At this moment, I suddenly regret it.
If I don’t do this on my own, leave it to the clock… If I don’t find the dark room in the basement we might still be as loving as before.
From the university to now, even if the work is busy, he remembers my birthday and every anniversary. His love for me can be touched, hot and hot.
I was thinking about putting up a knife and a fork, and I looked down and saw a bloody, mature steak on the plate. Suddenly, my stomach is plunging, and the desire to vomit is raging.
I waved, ran to the bathroom, held the toilet and threw up.
Look around, I see a sanitary towel on the shelf. I suddenly remembered that this month’s holiday had not yet come.
I and Chen Yicheng have decided to have children in a natural way since last year. But there was nothing this year.
I opened the dresser drawer and took out the pregnancy rod.
In the mirror is a pale, swollen face.
A minute later, the first bar appeared on the pregnancy rod.
Then it’s the second.
Boom, the pregnancy rod fell on the ground.
I stopped for a while, leaning against the corner, holding my knee, crying helplessly.
In my bellies is my child with the murderer.
5
This night, I refused his pleasing.
Lie by him, I’m up all night.
Those five dark shadows resurfaced in my mind as if they were everywhere. They’re hiding under the sheets, behind the curtains, in the closet I start shaking, but I don’t dare!
Because I’m surrounded by monsters that are worse than them.
Maybe it’s psychological. I feel a slight movement in my belly.
Kids, my innocent kids.
If I choose to call the police, my children will never see his father.
From the day he was born, he will bear the identity of the “killer’s child” until he dies.
Chen Xiaocheng turned over, I was surprised.
The windows are silent and the stars are silent. I turned around and suddenly thought of seeing him.
He was the least visible student in the entire faculty, always wearing thick black-boxed glasses with hair like a chicken nest.
He wrote me a lot of love letters, and I hardly read them.
Before graduation, all the classmates went out to find work and only he was in his bedroom to write novels.
I asked him why he had only scratched his head and said, “I will be a novelist, so there is no need to waste time.” I’m sorry.
This is the only place that he is different from the normal, and he is calmly holding on to his ridiculous dreams. And when I accepted his proposal, he said to me, “I will surely give you a good life, and you will have whatever anyone has.” I’m sorry.
That year, he was just a third-rate writer and his income was only enough to feed himself. Every time you go out with me, you have to save half a month.
He didn’t make much, but he spent all his income on me.
He’ll run through half the city just to buy me a cup of milk tea.
Eleven years of marriage, he’s always the same.
I touch my stomach as if I could touch life inside.
If Chen had reason to kill, I could only think about literature.
Chen is often tortured to insomnia and always says he needs inspiration.
Think about it, Chen Yicheng only displays these eccentric excitement and anxiety when he gets into work.
Had he been able to seal his pen in the future and become an ordinary man in nine to five, would he not have committed any more crimes and hurt others?
Perhaps it was just a moment’s impulse, and he was blinded by evil thoughts. He’s an artist. He’ll have a crazy moment.
If I do not mention it, it will become an episode of a long marriage. It may not be fair to the five victims, but I am an ordinary woman, and I only want to defend my family and my children.
I decided to give him a chance for the baby.
The next morning, when the sky was blindfolded, Chen Shinichi climbed from the bed with his bare hands and feet. It’s his habit to get up early and write.
I called him, and he was surprised: “Are you awake?” I’m sorry.
“I’m pregnant. “I said it quietly.
And We watched his face, and he was only stunned for a second, and immediately revealed the joy of his first father.
He jumps into bed, kisses me hard and avoids my abdomen. He laughed, “Great, great! I’m going to be a father! I’m sorry.
I looked at him and said, “I want you to change your way of life after the baby is born.” I’m sorry.
His smile was on his face, and he didn’t seem to understand my words: “What do you mean by lifestyle? I’m sorry.
“You’ve been working on it for a long time and you’ve been neglecting your family. It was just the two of us, I don’t mind. But with the baby, I hope you’ll spend more time with him. I want you to seal the pen for this kid. I’m sorry.
He hesitated for a few seconds, hard spot. He said, “I’m sorry I didn’t know my work had caused you so much trouble. I’ll seal the pen after this book is over, and I’ll be with you and the kids. I’m sorry.
I look at the man before me. What is he?
He is the serial killer who walks in the night.
He is the 15th anniversary of his marriage and still remembers the man on his love anniversary.
He gave up his life’s hard work for me and my children.
Six.
The next day was the weekend and the doorbell was ringing early.
Push the door, it’s my best friend Seo Yifan.
Seo Yifan was wearing a tennis dress and two white thighs flashed. “Don’t be lazy, let’s be Liu Shuang’s girl today.” I’m sorry.
That’s when I remembered my promise.
I’ve always had a good relationship with Seo Yi Fong. After graduation, we stayed in this city.
Almost every weekend, we’ll have an appointment. Just today, she came at a bad time.
I’m in a complicated mood to let her in.
She laughed, “What’s wrong with you? Did Makoto fuck you last night? I’m sorry.
I wouldn’t have known one without her.
In college, she was a member of the Literary Society. I met him at her introduction.
We said, “What are you talking about?” No shame, no shame. I’m sorry.
She’s laughter.
I put on a sports uniform and made a few rounds of dragon fists with her. In less than 20 minutes, I was flailing. I cut a piece of watermelon and laid her down on the couch.
She said, “Remember what happened in college, we went out for a run and Chen had to follow.” With our coats and water on their hands, they can’t run, they breathe like dogs. You were better then now. I’m sorry.
And I laughed, “O man, it is no good to be old.” I’m sorry.
It was through this near-biased pursuit that Chen Yicheng inspired me.
“Do you have something on your mind?” I’m sorry.
I almost forgot. She’s always sharp.
“What do you think? Maybe it’s a two-day holiday. I’m sorry.
She said, “It’s so heavy that he didn’t wake up when he slept. I’m sorry.
We said, “It may not be because of what is in the hearts.” Yesterday he went to the publishing house and heard that the new work had been finalized. I’m sorry.
She’s having a good time. What novel? Quick!
“I don’t look, I don’t know. I think it’s the kind of doubt and reasoning. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered yesterday.
I hesitated for a moment and asked Seo Yifan, “You usually love to read such novels, and you should know it well. I’m sorry.
“I can’t guarantee anything else, but I know better than anyone about criminal novels.” I’ve seen it all. The pride of our literary club, Chen Yicheng! I’m sorry.
I looked at her, “If I just said if.” This novel is all about negative energy. Do you think it’s gonna affect your mental health if you write long enough? I’m sorry.
“You’re such an outsider.” Writers write and their own lives are different things. * She suddenly seemed to think of something *
My chest is tight: “But what?” I’m sorry.
Suh Yifang said, “But this is an interesting idea. That’s the way it’s written “The Five of Heavens.” The main character of the book is a family specimenr, who specializes in making specimens of other dead pets. This job has gone on for a long time, and he has developed a desire for the human body.
“He decided to choose from among his own customers. But he’s very picky, and he only wants nice young girls with full muscles and soft skin. In three years, he killed five high school girls and made them specimens and stored them in the basement of his home. I’m sorry.
“What did you just say? I’m sorry.
Tsui Yifan touched his head: “He decided from his own customer…”
My voice was weak: “He killed five high school girls. It’s in the basement. I’m sorry.
“Yes. Commentators say that Chen’s pen touch is extremely real. He paints these bloody perverted scenes like he’s been through it himself…”
She doesn’t seem to realize my fault. She goes on, but my thoughts have gone a thousand miles away. Her voice is getting blurred.
It took me a while to send Seo Yifan away.
I was shaking on the sofa in the first summer of the warmth.
7
I don’t have a specimenr, only a writer.
The writer wrote about his criminal experience in a novel in exchange for the villa I live in.
Every tile contains the blood of young girls, whose flesh fills the walls.
There’s noise upstairs. Chen Yi-sheng is up. But instead of going downstairs, he walked into the next study. It’s his habit to spend half a day in his study.
The thought of what he was brewing in there — I ran into the bathroom and threw up.
I touch my belly and curse my life.
But then, suddenly, I thought of something even more terrible: Chen had written more than the book ” The Five of Heaven.”
How many people did he kill?
I don’t know, because I never read his novel.
There were footsteps upstairs, and I walked out of the bathroom, walked into the kitchen and played a good wife and a good mother.
Chen Yicheng held me from behind, and his nose made me feel cold.
He said, “What’s wrong? Why is he sweating? I’m sorry.
When I was sick, I laughed, “It’s probably because I’m pregnant and I’m tired of doing something.” I’m sorry.
He softly said, “Don’t do it. I’m sorry. I’ve got some cleaning. When I’m done with this, I’ll do nothing. I’ll do the housework, take care of you and Dad. I’m sorry.
“That’s great. “I laughed and said,
8
After dinner, I went back to the bedroom and took two sleeping pills out of the drawer.
I hid my sleeping pills in my pocket and quietly entered Chen’s cup of tea.
In less than 30 minutes, he fell asleep on the couch. I shouted to make sure he was asleep and stepped on the stairs.
We looked around the bookshelve, and soon we saw the “The Five of Heaven.” I put up with physical discomfort and took out two other books that paralleled it.
Turning on the book, reading less than two pages, and I’m going crazy. Again, I can’t read text for long.
I’m moving. Take out the phone and search for the names of two books.
Opens the web page, and I see the profile of the novel in my eyes.
Surprisingly, neither book is a skeptical novel, but both are youth novels.
According to the bottom poor assessment, neither book has achieved good results.
After reading the brief, I was relieved.
Chen Yi-Cheng only wrote these three books, and if “Fifty Man” is adapted by his criminal experience, the other two have nothing to do with “crime”.
For the children in my belly…
When I was about to leave the study, I suddenly remembered something I had neglected.
In addition to these three books on the bookshelf, Chen Xiancheng also has one.
The one he finished the other day, he went to the publishing house to discuss.
I came to the desk and opened his laptop.
He bought the notebook in college. It won’t work without plugging in. I don’t know if he’s an old man or a lowlife.
Pops up the password box on the screen and I enter my own birthday.
All his passwords were my birthday and I made it to the desktop.
The desktop is clean, except for two folders, there’s only one document called “Single Dream First.”
I opened the document, the title came into the curtain.
The first sentence, “I’m doing my best for the literary cause, and my wife never cares.” She never read my story, nor understood its meaning. I’m sorry.
The second sentence reads: “I want to kill my wife, and this idea tortures me every day. I’m sorry.
This moment, I’m like an ice hole.
9
When I don’t read this book as a novel, my reading impairment seems to have disappeared.
It’s about to happen to me, the real thing.
I stood at the desk and looked at the documents without looking. Every sentence is like a black hole and has the magic to attract people. When I read his novels, I realized that Chen was a really good novelist.
As commentators say, his work is so real.
I don’t know how to write, but I can feel it.
I can feel his aversion under the surface and his desire to kill me.
This book describes a failed marriage. The novelist pursues his dreams with his own heart, without his wife understanding them. At the end of the novel, he strangled his wife at home and then broke her body and deposited it in the fridge at home.
He even wrote out the refrigerator’s brand and shape, exactly the same as the one downstairs.
Five lives have been paid for the life of the Five-Five. I was scared to the extreme and suddenly I felt the look behind me.
Turning back, the husband was standing at the door looking at me. I took the ashtray behind my back, but he was just rubbing his eyes: “What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
I sat on the desk, blocked the notebook, and quietly closed the lid.
“I’m working on hygiene. Look at you. The library is like a pig’s nest. I’m sorry.
But he didn’t doubt it: “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I fell asleep. Probably didn’t sleep well yesterday. I’m sorry.
“Go sleep in the room, be good. I walked towards the door, pushed him to the bedroom, “I’ll wash up. I’m sorry.
By the time I returned to the bedroom, he had fallen asleep again.
Hold the fruit knife from the kitchen. I’ll count the seconds till dawn.
I’m naive and weak.
In order not to allow the child in his womb to bear the guilt of Chen Yicheng, I thought of silence.
But as I was prepared to protect him, he was planning to kill me.
Take a step back, even if he wouldn’t hurt me and the kids. Would it be better for the child to be born and to grow up under the care of a murderer and a psychopath?
And I looked at the groin, which I thought was the flesh.
My child, all of me. Mom did everything for you.
10
The next morning, while he was sleeping, I called the police.
I was asked about my husband’s murder and a lot of people.
If I don’t call the police, he’ll keep killing people.
Ten minutes later, four police vehicles came screaming and stopped at the door of the villa.
Following my description, an entire group of heavily armed police officers infiltrated my bedroom and handcuffed Chen Xian in his sleep.
Chen’s face was confused when he left the house. I turned my back and didn’t want to look at him.
The police officers in charge of forensics went to the basement to search for evidence, and I hid in the kitchen and prayed for the end of the scene.
The police walked into the kitchen, looked at me and stopped talking.
And he thought, and he said to me, “Thank you for your cooperation. You have the courage. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything.
“My name is Wu.” There’s a lot of things you need to cooperate with. I’m sorry.
I leaned on a cold marble table, put my hands in the hair, and said to myself, “I didn’t think he would do this, and I really couldn’t believe it. He’s such a gentle man who cries when the animals in the documentary die. I’m sorry.
He said, “No one can easily accept this. He’s a writer. I don’t understand, but people like him must be complicated. I’m sorry.
I remember Chen Xiaocheng leaving home, and he didn’t even have time to say a word to me. I was shaking and I said, “If I had found him wrong earlier, wouldn’t that have happened? I’m sorry.
“The human being can’t change, they can only get closer and closer to the real themselves. I’m sorry.
I looked up and he had sharp eyes.
Eleven.
After Chen’s arrest, I went to the police station on several occasions to provide a transcript of his case.
The truth of the case has gradually surfaced as a result of police investigations.
Not only did they find the five bodies, but there were plenty of instruments in the dark room.
In that book, Chen had described in detail the process of producing the specimens, and all the tools could be matched. It’s ironic. His name is evidence.
The police officer who took my statement was shocked by the case. That was crazy, he said.
A few days later, I suddenly got a little story on short video software, entitled “A prominent writer has been proven to be a serial killer.”
I lifted the curtains, and there were some sneaky people out there, and they pointed their hands at me.
I am overwhelmed, but I have no relatives in this city, but I can only think of Seo Yifan.
When the phone came through, she said, “I just saw the video and I was going to call you.” How did this happen all of a sudden? I’m sorry.
I packed some clothes and drove to Seo Yi Fong’s house to tell the cause and the effect.
She covered her mouth, staring at her eyes: “You mean you knew about this the other day when you asked me? I’m sorry.
I nodded my head and cried, “I don’t know what to do, I never thought of a man like this.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t think, I didn’t understand, maybe that’s the essence of marriage. When we were in love, we talked until dawn, but then he stopped talking to me about his crazy literary dreams. And I don’t share with him the meat I grow, the new clothes I buy.
I don’t know anything about literature. He’s not interested in my hobby.
We’re just lying on a bed, eating on a table.
I went on to say, “Maybe we shouldn’t be together from the beginning. I’m sorry.
“No one can predict this. He pushed himself too hard to do it. Ever since I met him, he has had no entertainment and no life, almost every day he writes, and his passion for creation as if he were going to die tomorrow. I’m sorry.
Sounds like she knows Chen Yicheng better than I do.
“If I could have noticed earlier, wouldn’t it have happened? I’m sorry.
“You’re not wrong. Don’t think so. “I can’t believe it’s true right now, but since it’s happened, you should think about it. You’re young, you’ve got a long life ahead of you, and you’ll pass. Don’t forget it. I’m sorry.
I’m touching my stomach, and there’s little life growing.
And We looked at him in his bellies, and said to Seo Yifan, “I will, even if it were for him, I will live with strength.” I’m sorry.
Tsui Yifan looked at my belly and showed the incredible expression: “When were you?” I’m sorry.
And I smiled, “He is the reward of heaven.” I’m sorry.
“I still don’t get it. Why didn’t you call the police? “When you see a body, you should call the police. I’m sorry.
And I pointed to the belly: “It was also because of him.” I’m sorry.
Next, I’ll tell Seo Yi Fong the story of The Dream of the Sleep.
I’ve read the novel myself, and I’m impressed. I did not realize that I had told Seo Yi Fong in detail about every single plot, and she was intoxicated.
“That’s nice. She murmured, “He broke his bottleneck again. That’s a good story. I’m sorry.
“I’m just scared. I’m sorry.
She touched the back of her head: “I’m sorry, I hear too much.” It’s a good story, but if you look now, it’s creepy. I’m sorry.
Chen Shincheng will turn the story into a reality.
Yeah, he tried to murder me.
12
I lived at Seo Yifan’s house for a week.
In the meantime, she visited my house several times, and there were fewer people at the door. It’s no way to stay at her house, not to mention I’ve made a decision.
I decided to sell this nightmare house, to leave the city, to go somewhere where no one knows me and to raise the children to come.
After learning of my decision, Seo Yifan was a little reluctant, but eventually she gave me her blessing and contacted the real estate company.
I don’t know how to spend this time without her. I can’t thank her enough. Women should have best friends. I have no family in this city, and every time I’ve had an affair with Chen Shinichi, I’ve come to her house.
I watched her with gratitude. In the past, in the present and in the future, we will all support each other.
This day, Seo Yifan drove me home.
I decided to take the necessary items and delegate full authority over the real estate deal to Seo Yi Fong.
I have to leave as soon as possible. I was afraid to think that Chen Yicheng had walked in the streets of the city and hunted the girls of the season.
Come to the house, pull the curtains and there’s dust in the living room.
We came to the bedroom and took some clothes, and I suddenly saw the wedding photos on the bedside cabinet.
Chen Shinichi looked at me like a fool.
I had a sour nose and sat by the bed crying out.
Seo Yifan gave me serious consolation, and we finally packed three suitcases.
When I came to the living room, I suddenly had soft feet and almost fell. Seo Yifan helped me to the couch and poured me a glass of water.
I hold the glass and I look at everything I know.
We kissed in every corner, and he was clumsy enough to tie balloons and ribbons in the living room to celebrate my thirtieth birthday.
Those are the men whom I loved, and with whom I vowed old age.
I put him in jail myself.
And behold! We came down as wearyness, and We lay down. I thought it was a reaction to pregnancy, but I found myself not asleep at all, but numb and difficult to move.
Tsui Yifan stood up from the sofa, came to me, looked down at me, and he had no face.
She said, “Thank you for your statement and let me finish his last work. I’m sorry.
I wanted to talk, but I found my tongue numb.
When you talk to your mouth, you can only say “Aah-ah-ah.”
13
“It’s the most appropriate dosage to keep you awake and you can’t resist. I’m sorry.
What’s going on?
“You must ask me why.” I’d like to ask you why. I was the first to fall in love with the boy and came to ask for your number. Is this funny?
Ask yourself, have you seen his talent? Who took him seriously when he wasn’t famous? It is only Me! I see his potential. I am intoxicated by his childish words, and I am disparaging from his will. But what happened? He married my best friend. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe this is what she said. Has she ever liked Chen Yicheng? Why didn’t I see anything?
I tried to reach out and she kicked me out.
“Even so, I accepted. Because I don’t care if I can’t be with him. I just care if he can achieve his ambitions. I’ve read every tweet of him, you haven’t. You have no idea how painful he is in days when inspiration is dry.
He said, “Please, God, let me write a good book.
“He said I would give up my life to change a great inspiration and to finish it.
“And until one day he said, “All the glamorous stories have happened in some part of the world. – That moved me! It happened! I know, I’m the only one who can help him. He’s only got my number one fan. So, I turned the Five-Five cases into reality. I’m sorry.
Every word she says undermines my consciousness, and the last sense of reason I have left is still thinking: If she did, why is she in my basement?
“A year or four, you go to Europe with Chen Yicheng for six months. You said we were good friends. I used your big house. That’s what you said! The five bodies were in a warehouse I rented. It’s trouble and dangerous. On that occasion, I put the five bodies in your basement and completed the final step of the plan.
The story of “The Five Decays of Heaven” actually happened in reality, and the missing were at the author’s house.
“I look forward to seeing his next work. He didn’t write anymore. He started writing bad books, one after the other. I thought he didn’t have that kind of talent anymore, but you told me there was the same dream. I’m sorry.
At this moment, the cold went into all my hair.
“Coincidence, great coincidence. He’s in jail and the news is boiling. When the police found your body, they published ” Dreams of the same bed” overnight. Your husband will be a star in the history of literature that will never go out, a great thing beyond life and death. I, his number one fan, made him immortal! I’m sorry.
I struggled, and said a vague sentence, “You love him…”
I don’t understand her feelings for her husband, and since she admires this man, why did she watch him go to prison?
“My love is above your love.” I know what he wants and you don’t know. He doesn’t care about life or death. What he wants is immortal. I’m sorry.
Tears fall from my eyes and fall on the couch: “Please, my child my child…”
“That’s added value.” I’m sorry.
She went to the living room door and opened the suitcase we brought.
In that case, there was a knife, a knife, a knife, a knife.
I was desperate to close my eyes.
Seo Yifan came towards me.
And suddenly, with a bang, the door was opened.
Three police officers stormed into the living room and pressed Seo Yifan to the ground. Followed by a police officer named Chen.
He picked me up and went to the police car outside the door. I said, “Thank you…”
He said, ‘It is not I for whom you should be grateful, and I did what I had to do.’ I’m sorry.
14
Three days later, Chen Xiaocheng was acquitted.
I was ashamed to cry at the door of the prison looking at my poor husband.
If I had tried to tell him my suspicions, then how could everything have happened.
Even after suffering, he had a calm smile on his face.
He came towards me, smote my head and carried me into his arms.
“All right, let’s go home. I’m sorry.
When I got home, I heard from my husband.
Seven years ago, he was harassed by a stranger on Twitter. It’s a small number. The account is blank. The man, who zealously loved his work, threatened to make the killing in his work a reality.
Although he was not serious, Chen Yicheng was afraid of the other side ‘ s long-standing language. If the other party did, how could he do it? On the other hand, he believed that the psychological distortion of the reader was due to the fact that his work did not promote the right values.
Under this psychological pressure, he gave up the creation of the mystery novel.
As a result, there were two pieces that evaluated flat.
It was not until a year ago that he decided to start writing a skeptical novel again.
When the police took him away from his home, he learned of the existence of five dry bodies in the basement, and immediately came to his attention.
Even worse, he knows that this man is probably right next to him. Only close persons were able to transport the body into his home.
He asked Officer Chan to investigate the reader’s ID. However, the nickname had not been used for many years and had been written off long ago, and there was no real name certification in that year. He had no evidence at his disposal and only a strange story for Officer Chen.
He knew he was inexplicable, but he knew his work better than anyone. If that murderer learns of the existence of the Dream of the Convergence, I will be in danger. He then begged and asked Inspector Chen to monitor my actions. He did not know who the murderer was. He only knew that he had written the place of the crime was a villa and that the body was hidden in a refrigerator.
I could be killed at any time.
Inspector Chan agreed.
They’ve been watching me these days since the murder. Until that day they heard my conversation with Seo Yifan.
I’ve been crying all over this place.
“She was wrong, she was wrong. What I want is not immortal, I just want you to be happy. Always has been. I’m a writer because I can’t do anything else. I can’t make money for you to have a hard time with me. It was really hard for me at the time, really…
He said: “And I say the seal is true. Because I’m always in the middle of creating and ignoring your feelings and we don’t talk much, and I’m worried.”
I looked at his shining eyes and reached out my fingers and sealed his lips: “Tell me the truth, is there any truth in the book “Dreaming in the bed”? Are you angry with me?”
He urged, “It’s just creation. Don’t go up there.” I’m sorry.
“No, in your heart, do you desire me to understand you, support you, help you? You want me to read your novel and care about your career, right?”
He hesitated to nod his head.
I went into his arms and his arms were warm as before.
“Don’t seal the pen. Starting today, I’m your number one fan. I’m sorry.
Over – filing number: YX11KrwQ8PQ
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
