"Is this the end?" I asked, yawning.

Ye Erliang, who was opposite him, widened his eyes: "Isn't this enough?"

"Not enough, far from enough." I sat up straight, pointed at the pile of printed things in front of me, and said, "How can I win the prize in the Tianya Original Competition with just such a small amount of material? What's more, how do I see these things?

It doesn’t look like the original material, but more like a processed novel.”

I've been really poor recently. I happened to see the Tianya Forum holding an original creation contest with quite generous prizes, so I came up with the idea of ​​participating. It's just that it's really hard to write novels now. Tomb robbing is out of date, and exploration is out of date. I just write casually.

There was no point in scaring people with a few ghosts who ran out of nowhere, and it felt unreal, so I found Ye Erliang, hoping that he could find some information for me from the bureau.

Ye Erliang is my best friend. When I was a child, everyone called him Ye Erniang. Ever since I learned that this was the name of his second sister who died young, I no longer call him that.

Ye Erliang works at the Public Security Bureau, and I asked him to find me some cases that the bureau found to be unbelievable in recent years as material. In my opinion, if even professionals find it unbelievable, then the writing will be more captivating to others.

Although this was against the relevant regulations, Erliang still agreed to help me once after I coerced him and vowed never to spread the manuscript. But I didn’t expect that what he gave me was actually a printed stack that looked like

It is the manuscript of the novel, which is the two stories above.

Erliang glared at me: "This is the original source material. I just printed it out word by word with great pains. These are the two most incredible cases in the entire bureau."

I sat up straight, looked at Erliang, and said seriously: "Officer Ye, if you also want to participate in this competition, just say so. There is no need to be so secretive. What's more, to be honest, you wrote these two articles

The writing is really not that good, the first one is jerky, the second one is illogical, there are too many inexplicably irrelevant people, although the writing has improved a lot..."

At this point, I suddenly stopped because I thought: If Erliang had written this himself, it would have been impossible for his writing to improve so quickly in just a few days. I looked up at him and said, "Who wrote this?"

of?"

Erliang took a breath and said three words to me: "Chu Jiangshan!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" I quickly raised my hand to stop Erliang from continuing, "My head is getting big because of you. Do you think this was written by Chu Jiangshan?"

Erliang nodded: "Yes."

Of course I know the name Chu Jiangshan, not from the first story above, but I was also a loyal fan of his a long time ago, and even felt sad for a while because of his bizarre suicide, but Chu Jiangshan has long been

He has been dead for many years, and Wang Qiang’s death was only a year ago. How could this happen? You know that Erliang swore that the case he found for me was definitely a real case, and I also

I have read the book written by Wang Qiang, which means that the people who died mysteriously in the above two stories do exist in life. So what is the explanation for Chu Jiangshan?

I had a headache thinking about it, so I rubbed my temples and looked up at Erliang, waiting for him to give me an explanation.

Erliang said: "After expert autopsy, these two people were determined to have died of excessive fright, but this statement cannot be made public."

I nodded and said: "Okay, I admit that these two people died very strangely, but what does this have to do with Chu Jiangshan? You know that he has been dead for many years. Do you really think that in this world?

Is there a ghost?"

Erliang said: "Not long after Wang Qiang's death, our bureau received a letter, which contained the first story you just saw; and after Lao Chu was found dead in the park, our bureau also

I received the same letter, which is the second story you saw. There is no address in the two letters. The only thing they have in common is that they are signed 'Chu Jiangshan', and judging from the postmarks, they are from the same place."

"Oh?" I became a little interested, leaned forward and asked, "How did your bureau handle it?"

Erliang shrugged: "Of course we won't believe this kind of thing. We just read it as a novel, but as usual it is still kept in the archives. Do you want me to find any bizarre cases for you?

, there are so many bizarre things in the world, do you think they are in novels? But now that I have eaten your bribery wine, I feel a little sorry for myself. I picked from left to right. I think these two articles are good. You can revise and revise them directly.

Just send it in for competition.”

I was greatly discouraged after hearing this. I thought it was some extremely bizarre story, but it turned out that someone had just written two novels in the name of Chu Jiangshan about these two deaths. Judging from the writing style, it was indeed consistent with Chu Jiangshan’s early style.

It's very similar. It's probably a prank done by one of his fans, but it's just too lawless to dare to send such a letter to the Public Security Bureau.

Erliang picked up the last piece of beef jerky on my table and stuffed it into his mouth, clapped his hands and stood up: "Of course there are some weird things in these two cases, otherwise I wouldn't show them to you, that old man

You can go and have a look at Chu's room."

Because of the disappointment just now, I no longer had any interest in this story, so I casually replied: "The case is so clear, so what else is there to see?"

Erliang stopped, hesitated, and said, "What if this is not a novel, but a true story?"

I was stunned for a moment and asked: "What did you say?"

Erliang was quiet for a while and said: "That place is very strange." After that, he was stunned again. I was about to ask what was strange, when Erliang suddenly shivered, hugged his hands and rubbed his body:

"I won't say it anymore. I'm scared just thinking about it. I'll leave now. I'll bring you some photos next time. If you win the prize, treat me to dinner."

I looked at the stack of manuscripts on the desktop and remembered what Erliang had just said. I suddenly became interested in these two stories. I had a strong impulse in my heart. I wanted to see what was weird in Lao Chu’s room.

.

I asked Erliang for Lao Chu’s address. Erliang obviously didn’t expect that I would really think about visiting Lao Chu’s room. He hesitated and wanted to say something to me, and finally sighed and said

: "You'd better go take a look and be careful."

Although the community where Lao Chu was located was far away, it was easy to find. I found the place easily. There were no people living in the community, and there were no properties. Weeds had begun to grow in some places. I stood in the community and looked up.

Look at the sign nailed on the wall outside the house: Building 6. Lao Chu lives here. I counted silently. There are 7 floors in total, and Lao Chu lives at the top.

I walked up the stairs step by step, silently thinking about the plot in the novel, until I stood at Lao Chu's door. It was here that the little girl with long hair pressed the doorbell that was out of her reach.

Here, the migrant worker asked again and again, "What did you see?" And now, it's me standing here.

The empty corridors were filled with dust and leaves flying in from the windows. I know this is because no one lives here and there is no property management. Standing in such a corridor, one can feel the silence of death, and his ears are filled with silence.

What could be heard next to him was his breathing which was gradually getting heavier.

Erliang reminded me to be careful. I don't think there are really ghosts in this world, but I still kept this sentence in my heart. When I got here, I realized that I was not as bold as I thought.

.Perhaps the novel is so wonderfully written that it always makes me think of that little girl, wearing a black nightgown, raising her head to reveal a pale face, as if she was looking at me.

I don’t want to think about it anymore! I don’t want to think about it anymore! I stamped my feet and took out the tool from my pocket to open the lock. The dust on the floor rose up with my feet and hit my nose. I couldn’t help but cough. The sound of coughing echoed in the corridor.

It echoed in the room with a strange feeling.

Fortunately, it wasn't a "click" sound, I thought, and then opened Lao Chu's door.

Lao Chu is single, and I don’t know what to do with this house after his death, so it has always been empty. In addition, there is no one in the community, so although I don’t have a key, I am not worried about someone seeing me open the house using informal means.

I learned how to open the door of Chu's house from Er Liang. But when I opened the door, I still became extremely cautious, as if I was afraid of waking up the owner of the house, even though I knew that everyone inside was now inside.

there is none left.
Chapter completed!