I gently lifted the sheets covering Tao Dingtian. He looked at me with wide eyes and his mouth wide open, like a bottomless well. I held back the chill in my heart and looked at him carefully.

His face was examined, but nothing could be seen except a look of terror.

I pulled up the sheets again. I didn't dare to stay in the old house for long. Tao Dingtian's family should arrive tomorrow. I will help Father He explain the matter clearly to them. I will go back again. I don't know why I have

Such a feeling, but I always believe that my idea is correct. Tao Dingtian is the so-called ninth well.

I took out the jade pendant, and the red color of the peony seemed to fade. Does this mean that I am safer? There is no signal on the mobile phone, and I can't ask the Dream Club why it said that I can write better novels if I find the ninth well.

I was so confused at night that I didn't know what to think. At dusk the next day, Tao Dingtian's family arrived.

I was originally worried that the Tao family would make trouble unreasonably, but to my surprise, after I explained everything exactly, the Tao family just sighed, looked at the old house, said thank you to us, and gave Mr. He

Dad left some money to stay overnight at his house, and asked the people who brought him to leave early the next morning, carrying Tao Dingtian's body. I was a little stunned, but thinking about the rules left by Ding Bantian in their family, I felt relieved.

Relieved.

I left with the Tao family. Along the way, the Tao family asked me one after another about Tao Dingtian's behavior in the old house. I didn't hide it and told them one by one. Of course, the last one was about Chu Jiangshan's letter and Tao Dingtian.

I didn’t mention the ninth well. The fewer people know about some things, the better.

When I walked to the place where there was a signal, I saw the small tree again from a distance. This time because there were many people walking with me, I became more courageous. Even though I had walked far away, I looked back several times, but there was nothing there.

Man, this time I didn’t feel anyone was looking at me there. It was as quiet as the mountains and as cool as the wind, but this time I didn’t feel scared.

I took out my phone and quietly sent a text message: "I found the ninth well, what next?"

Until I returned to the town and checked into a hotel separately from the Tao family, there was no text message back to me. No one answered my calls or text messages. I was so upset that I didn’t know where to send it, so I called home.

I called and said that I would be home in a few days. My mother said yes, and then told me that someone had sent another package. It was the same woman as last time, and it was still wrapped up tightly and I couldn't see clearly.

I was shocked. Last time this mysterious man sent me a package, which was a small black coffin. In the coffin was some information that I got from nowhere. I used these information as materials to write a favorite novel.

, this time, I don’t know what will be inside.

Unfortunately, there is no car to go back now, and there are no taxis in this small town. I had to give up the idea of ​​rushing back immediately, turned on the TV out of boredom, and flipped through the news programs.

I usually only watch some news when I watch TV. Firstly, I want to understand current affairs so that I won’t be bored at home and be too disconnected from the outside world. Secondly, I want to see if I can find some inspiration for writing. At this moment, I suddenly

I sat up straight and watched the news on TV with my eyes wide open, fearing that I might have missed a small scene.

My body was shaking uncontrollably, and I quickly took out my cell phone to call back and said, "Mom, help me see what's in that package?"

My mother was a little bit angry at me for waking her up in the middle of the night. Then she heard my serious tone and responded hurriedly. Then I heard her getting up and putting on her shoes on the phone. After a while, I heard my mother's voice on the phone. There was a scream and I asked: "What's wrong?"

My mother cursed loudly: "Whose bastard made such a joke and sent me a small coffin."

I hurriedly said: "Mom, don't worry about this, open it quickly and see what's inside."

Mom responded and suddenly said "Eh". My heart immediately became nervous and I asked, "Mom, what's inside?"

I heard my mother take a breath, and then tell me in a strange voice: "It's a jade pendant, exactly the same as the one passed down from our ancestors."

I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave, and my whole body became cold. I turned my head hard and looked at the TV. The news was still playing. I didn’t even have to watch it to know what was going to happen next, because of this news. What happened in it was exactly the same as the novel I wrote.

The inspiration for this story came from the package sent by the mysterious woman last time. There were two pieces of paper in the small coffin inside. One of them said "Use their secrets to write the real story" and the other said A person's private affairs, I used these materials to write a novel that satisfied me. I used to think that this was just the recording style of the dream club, just like people who write ghost stories nowadays always start the chapter. One sentence is the same as "This is a real thing that I personally experienced", but now I find that the story I wrote has become a real thing.

The first thing I thought of was Chu Jiangshan, because starting from Wang Qiang, all the stories written in letters signed by Chu Jiangshan would become reality one by one. I don’t know what is going on, but I vaguely feel that there must be something in it. There is a trap or conspiracy waiting for me.

If Erliang was still around, he would be the only friend I could talk to, but now that he is gone, who can I talk to about my inner feelings? It would be great if someone hears these stories I tell and doesn’t treat me as a lunatic. That's how people are. You would go to the end of the world to read ghost stories, but if someone really told you this, you might not be willing to believe it. Maybe Xiaorui would believe it.

When I thought of Xiaorui, I immediately took out my phone and sent her a text message, saying, "I miss you."

To my surprise, a text message came back soon. I was overjoyed. When I opened it, it was really from Xiaorui. She said, "I'll wait for you to come back."

This was the first time I received a text message from Xiaorui in a long time. I couldn’t describe the joy in my heart. I hurriedly made a phone call. The call went through. Xiaorui’s voice was full of joy. I asked: "Are you willing?" Forgive me?"

Xiaorui smiled and said, "Grandma, how could I blame you? I'm waiting to read your novel."

I nodded and said that I would definitely write a novel that would satisfy her, and then told her to pay more attention to her health. Xiaorui said on the other end that she knew, and then asked me to be careful too.

I was originally going to tell Xiaorui what happened to me in the past few days, but when it came to my lips, I suddenly remembered the hanging doll I saw on the small tree in the barren mountain. I felt scared for no reason, so I found an excuse to hurry up. I hung up the phone, but the moment Xiaorui hung up the phone, I heard a voice on the other end of the phone, and my heart suddenly sank.

I heard a rapid breathing coming from the other end of the phone. Even if it was just for a moment, I could feel the breathing getting heavier and heavier, as if it was ringing in my ears. I am so familiar with this breathing sound.

But, it was from the mysterious old woman in the Dream Club.

After hanging up the phone, I lay on the bed and closed my eyes to rest, but all I could think about was the appearance of the doll on the small tree. Why was there such a doll there? Why did the doll look like Xiaorui? I suddenly thought of my father.

In that newspaper clipping from my friend, could it be that Lao Chu’s daughter was hanged from the ceiling like this?

I had suspected Xiaorui's identity a long time ago, but I couldn't think of any benefit to her pretending to be Lao Chu's daughter, so this idea just passed by without going into details, but now this question couldn't help but surface.

In my mind, there was also the old woman's dying gasp that came over the phone. Xiaorui must be hiding something from me.

I stayed up until dawn and got on the earliest bus as quickly as possible. I wanted to go find Xiaorui and ask for details. I always felt that Xiaorui and Laozhai had some relationship that I didn't know about. I found the so-called
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