The weather was a little cold, especially late at night, and it was even more cold. I ordered a bowl of wontons at a small stall on the side of the road, added a large spoonful of spicy food, and took a sip of soup. I would sweat all over and over, and I felt very energetic.

I originally invited the old man to have something to eat, but he refused. I saw that he was a little angry. Obviously, it was because I expressed great doubts about the authenticity of the stories he said at the end. In fact, I was not interested in the stories he told. After life became more and more stable, the idea of ​​writing in my heart emerged again. I think the story told by the old man can write a very good novel. I even thought about the name, it was called "Gexizhai". I believed in my heart that the old man was willing to

I must have heard from somewhere and learned the story of Gexi Village, and then made up the story in front of me. There is no ghost in this world? After experiencing the things in Fengmen Village, I know that the so-called ghost is actually completely different from what we usually imagine. However, if I write according to what I understand, there will definitely not be too many people reading it. This can be seen from my previous subscription in Motie. Perhaps it is good to write according to what the old man said, but there may be more people reading it.

But this old man is really a master of storytelling. I have to admit that the stories he told are very attractive. I was thinking about my novel in my mind. The business at the stall was very good. There were so many people coming and the table was not enough. The boss looked apologetic and said to me with a smile: "Sorry, can you please share a table?"

I looked up and saw that the guy who wanted to share the table with me was a young man with eyes, who was gentle and gentle, and he would make people feel good at it at first glance. What's more, he was holding a magazine from our club in his hand. I glanced at it and it was the issue where sales volumes were fluctuated shortly after I took office. The vanity in my heart made me happy to agree.

While waiting for the boss to serve wontons, the young man looked down and read the book while reading it, but shook his head. I couldn't help asking, "This magazine is not good?" The young man looked up and smiled at me, saying, "It was very good, but recently I changed the editor-in-chief and the quality was much worse."

I couldn't help but snorted softly from my nose. The sales volume turned over, and even said that the quality of the magazine content was much worse. The young man was a little anxious and said, "I won't lie to you. I have read this magazine for many years. My family owns a bookstore. In the past, this magazine sold very well, but it sold very poorly at the beginning of this issue, and there were still a lot of stocks in my store." As if afraid that I wouldn't believe it, I added: "Many colleagues have encountered this situation, but it's not just me."

Mr. Wang clearly told me that the sales volume had gone over. As a businessman, he had absolutely no reason to lie to me, let alone that he couldn't cheat me from me. Instead, I got more gains. I smiled and didn't talk to the young man. Just after such a interruption, my original idea was interrupted.

I got up and settled the bill and walked towards the office. Although I didn't care about the young man's words, I felt a little uncomfortable. I wanted to go to the office to work overtime and sort out my ideas about my novels.

It was already midnight, and there was no one in the magazine. I leaned on the chair in my office, turned off the lights, quietly recalling the story told by Mr. Asimo, and seeing where it needs to be modified to be suitable for the material content of the novel. This is a habit I have developed over the years. I like to think about problems quietly in the dark.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of the door opening outside. The sound of the door opening shocked me. I thought that a thief was coming, so I quickly squatted down and prepared to act according to the opportunity.

The door was opened, and I vaguely saw two people walking in, but I couldn't see clearly. One of them asked carefully: "Do you want to turn on the light?" I am so familiar with this voice. It is Mr. Wang from the magazine.

I just wanted to get up and say hello to him, but I heard another person beside Mr. Wang say: "No, is there anything abnormal about him recently?"

I quickly squatted down again. I vaguely felt that Mr. Wang was telling people something very secret. At this time, I should not speak out. Mr. Wang said: "It's okay, it's normal. The sales of magazines in our club have dropped sharply recently. The reputation that has been established over the years has ruined this kid. Look..."

The man seemed extremely impatient and said, "Will you still lose money? In order to keep this kid, I gave you more than 1 million in advance. As long as you take him well for me and take him to the physical examination on time, you will not treat you badly."

Mr. Wang said yes repeatedly. Although I couldn't see clearly in the dark night, I could feel him nodding and bowing, but nothing was shocked by the words I heard. It turned out that what the young man said was true, but who would be willing to do such a loss-making business for me? I was sweating all over and felt vaguely that I had fallen into a huge conspiracy.

I leaned down a little lower and tried to control my breathing. The person who spoke to Mr. Wang also sounded very familiar. He seemed to have heard it somewhere, but I just couldn't remember it. I was searching for who the person was. At this moment, a bang and the room lit up. I looked out from the office. It turned out that the person lit a cigarette with a lighter, but it was the light of this moment that made my heart beat violently again. I knew the person who spoke to Mr. Wang. He was the attending doctor of the scar woman. I remember that his surname was Cui and his name was Cui Daye.

My cat was under my body, and I pricked my ears to listen to their words, and my body was covered with cold sweat. At this moment, I finally remembered why I felt that Dr. Liu's eyes were particularly familiar, because in the hospital of Scar Girl, I had seen such eyes once, but that time they wore masks on their faces, and then a group of people took a mental patient to somewhere. The mental patient had said a lot of nonsense the night before. Although I couldn't understand, I knew that it was the language of Gexizhai.

I don't know what they have for me, but it won't be a good thing. I suddenly remembered what my clone once told me, and he said that there are still many people to deal with me. I used to think it was Chu Jiangshan, and I don't know who the person behind Mr. Wang and Cui Daye was, Chu Jiangshan or them.

I was thinking, and then Cui Daye suddenly sighed and said, "Zhuzi, it's been so many years, and you are still the same as before. You are the only one who comes out to do things together in the past. "

When I heard Cui Daye say to Zhuzi, I thought there was a third person in the dark who was not known to me. I was shocked. At this time, Mr. Wang smiled bitterly and said, "I am not as capable as you. It is very satisfying to be able to do this." It turns out that Zhuzi is Mr. Wang. It seems that Cui Daye and Mr. Wang have had many years of friendship. When I first met Mr. Wang, the suspicion in my heart had disappeared, but gradually grew up.

Cui Daye snorted and said, "None of us is as smart as you. You are too timid. If it weren't for you 30 years ago..."

As soon as he said this, Mr. Wang suddenly interrupted him and said, "Don't mention it, this is the last time I will help you." Hearing his tone, it seemed that something 30 years ago filled his heart with fear, and he didn't want to mention it again.

Cui Daye did not continue to say it, but just sighed and said, "It's not me who helped you. As soon as you enter, can you still come out? Only a few of them had this ability back then." When he said this, his tone was filled with sadness and helplessness.

Mr. Wang obviously didn't want to see Cui Daye sadly and said, "That's just a legend, who knows the truth or false."

Cui Daye raised his voice: "How could there be false? How could the sky eyes that those mountain people said were fake? How could those beasts whose heads were cut open have false? This is obviously with our..."

Mr. Wang suddenly shouted: "Shut up!"

Cui Daye obviously knew that he had lost his words, so he immediately closed his mouth and stopped talking. The office was quiet, but my head blew up as if it had exploded. Cui Daye's words made me think that Old Man Asimo told me that I thought he was making up:

Asimo was desperate, he thought of the noble female guest. At this time, her labor was over. After two months of rest, she took the child back alone. Only Asimo knew where the female guest lived. Old Asimo told him about the place before committing suicide, so he immediately set off to seek help from the female guest.

I was very curious about what Asimo said about the opening eyes of the sky. When asked what happened, Asimo shook his head and said he didn't know, but the old Asimo had been opened by a female guest. Their experience of acquaintance made me shake my head constantly: One day, the old Asimo went up the mountain to collect herbs, but accidentally encountered a female guest bitten by a poisonous snake. Old Asimo was kind-hearted and recognized that this poisonous snake was extremely powerful. If it was not rescued in time, it would be in danger of life. Although there was a ancestral teaching in Gexi Village that was not allowed to contact outsiders, he still applied medicine to her and sent her back to her residence at the request of the female guest.

I was originally very vulgar and thought that some sparks would definitely happen to the two of them. They all wrote this from ancient legends of immortals to modern nine-rate novels, but the ending was not the case. Old Asimo did not say the specific experience, but just said that the female guest met one of his requests in order to thank him. I knew that it must have asked the female guest to open his eyes to him. After Old Asimo returned home, he told everyone about this, saying that the envoy sent by the gods to help Gexi Village, so the female guest had an extremely noble status in Gexi Village.

I couldn't help asking, "I opened my eyes, what did Old Asimo see?"

The father looked fascinated and said, "As long as he closes his eyes, he can see his dead lover."

I couldn't help but complain about Ni Kuang again. This plot is so familiar. It's included in Ni Kuang's novels. I thought to myself that Old Asimo wouldn't really meet any aliens. Unfortunately, Old Asimo didn't say the specific details of his eyes opening, but he could only think secretly in his heart.

After a day of trekking, Asimo finally found the female guest's residence. The place where the female guest lived was extremely strange. I tried to ask what kind of weirdness it was from Asimo, but he refused to say anything, just said it was very strange, which made me very angry but helpless when I listened to it as a novel.

Asimo found the female guest's residence, but did not find the female guest. I couldn't help but interrupt: "You didn't meet the female guest, why did you find the truth about the matter again?"

Asimo said in a deep voice: "I didn't meet her, but I found the truth." I heard his tone of speaking, and knew that there must be something strange inside, so I resisted my curiosity and did not ask questions, and listened to the old man continue to talk.

When Asimo arrived at the place where the female guest lived, she was surprised at its weirdness at first, but after shouting for a long time, no one agreed. After waiting for a while, she finally decided to go in by herself.

The place where the female guest lived made Asimo unable to adapt at once. He refused to tell me anything except the word "weird", so I don't know what a strange method was. When Asimo completely adapted to the appearance inside, he found that it was covered with dust and obviously no one had lived there for a long time.

Asimo's heart couldn't help but sink. Originally, this female guest was his only hope, but it seemed that she was no longer here. He held the last bit of hope and shouted a few times. He walked inside while shouting, but no one answered. At this time, Asimo had already walked to the innermost part of the residence and saw a small door on his right hand, and pushed it in casually.
Chapter completed!