Midnight Bookstore Chapter 344 – The Story of the Pen

“Welcome to listen to Your Moon, my heart,

a Good Man is me,

i am — the midnight horror broadcast.”

The woman hadn't come out yet,

at least everything seemed normal in the prison,

outside the car window was the annoying cicadas who kept talking,

boss Zhou, who wanted to sleep but couldn't, smoked all his cigarettes,

he could only be so bored that he turned on the car radio.

“Well, I'm just joking with you. The movie version of 'Love Apartment'is coming out soon. I'd like to remind you that those who like to watch this movie can go to the cinema to watch it.”.

In addition, the story we're going to bring you tonight is “My Day in Hell”written by Xia Xie, a famous contemporary young writer

In this story, Xia Xie gives us a detailed picture of what he thinks of as hell, which is fascinating.

At the launch of his new book, Xia Xie said that he was in a car accident as a child and was in a coma for a few days. During those days, he had a very, very long dream. He said that he probably went to hell and then came back, so when he grew up, he decided to use his own pen to write about the local customs of hell that he 'saw'for everyone to see.

Below,

we will tell this story for our listeners:

'The road to the Yellow Springs, as far as the eye can see, on both sides of the road, blooming beautiful and tender petunias, swaying their bodies;

All kinds of ghosts are walking on the road to the Yellow Springs,

some are singing,

some are dancing,

some are crying,

some are looking back,

people of all skin colors, all nationalities, and all cultures have shed all their outer clothing here, returning to their most essential state,

only at this time,

pride and prejudice no longer exist,

wealth and poverty are not separated…”

Hearing this,

boss Zhou rolled his eyes,

he sighed:

“Idiot.”

He even sang and danced,

why didn't you let the Ghost Messenger bring you guys to have a feast?

Zhou Ze turned off the radio and reached down to rummage around. He actually found a cigarette underneath. It should be the unlucky driver's own.

The driver was probably still sleeping by the roadside with a face full of intoxication,

he didn't know if he would catch a cold.

He opened a pack of cigarettes, but before he could smoke it..,

zhou Ze was suddenly stunned,

he suddenly felt his heart palpitate,

in the prison,

what happened?

In the library,

the prisoner and the woman,

the prisoner was still sitting on the chair,

the woman was so frightened that she kept stepping back,

she kept asking in fear:

“Why, how is it possible, how is it possible…”

A smile appeared on the prisoner's lips,

in his eyes,

there was a hint of deep reminiscence:

That day,

the rain was very heavy,

and there was thunder.

Lightning flashed from time to time, followed by Thunder.

He had not gone home for three days, because he was too busy to go home in time.

It was the mid-autumn Festival,

there were many tasks and orders in the food factory, but he couldn't let go of these orders, because the orders for the mid-autumn Festival could be worth more than one-third of the total annual orders of the entire factory.

His mother-in-law handed the factory to him, the son-in-law, to manage, and this was his responsibility.

In the words of his mother-in-law,

his father-in-law and brother-in-law were both very rigid-minded. They didn't know how to do anything other than being police officers. In her life, she didn't expect them to be flexible enough to give the family some benefits to spend, so she could only earn money to support the family.

This factory could only be managed by her son-in-law now.

He was very diligent, really diligent, and tried his best.

His father-in-law's family, including his brother-in-law, treated him very well. They didn't look down on his family background at all. Even when he talked about marriage with his wife, they didn't set any barriers or make any requests.

So he could only work and work as hard as possible. Even if for this reason, he had no time to write novels and no energy to realize his dreams. Moreover, the reason why he and his wife knew each other was because of their common interest in writing novels.

But he didn't regret it. He didn't regret it at all. A man should always know what to take on and what to give up.

Dragging his exhausted body,

he drove home,

this was his family's villa,

he had never thought that he would live in a villa one day. It was not a house built by his family in the countryside, but in an upscale villa community.

The beautiful life was not only in front of his eyes, it was already in his hands.

A beautiful wife,

children,

a house,

a career,

all of it.

He stopped the car and walked to the door only to remember that he had left his room key in the car, rang the doorbell, and waited for a long time, but no one answered the door.

At this time,

the children might be asleep, and if the wife was writing, she might not be able to hear him in the study, because the study was designed to keep out the noise.

But the nanny should have answered the door.

The doorbell rang a few more times, but no one answered.

He had no choice but to go back to the car, walk back with the key card, and use the key card to open the door.

He pushed the door open and entered the living room, where he was stunned. His wife and two children were tied up on the living room floor.

He rushed over like a madman, trying to wake up his wife and children.

But they did not respond.

The wife and children were still bruised, as if they had been beaten. And most importantly, the three of them were completely dead.

The nanny was not at home. No one knew where she was.

It was a dream,

it must have been a dream,

it must have been a dream,

how could this have happened?

It was impossible,

it was absolutely impossible.

He did not call the police, but quietly untied his wife and children and placed them on the sofa.

When a person is severely struck, they often react very neurotically.

Calling the police,

did It Work?

His wife and two children are already dead.

He did not cry, nor did he shout,

he just silently looked at his wife and two children lying on the sofa.

After looking for a long time,

he saw his head turn white,

he saw himself in a daze.

He went upstairs to the bedroom. He lay down, covered himself with the quilt, and rested his head on the pillow.

Is this a dream,

i'm so tired,

when I woke up,

there should be nothing left.

He fell asleep,

in this situation,

he really fell asleep.

And he slept until dawn.

When he woke up,

he found that there was no wife lying next to him. He went to the children's room. It was summer vacation, the children didn't have to go to school. He also hated to let the children go to some cram school too early, and let the children play at home to their heart's content, they were the age to play.

There was no one in the children's bedroom.

He suddenly thought of the scene when he came home last night,

he covered his mouth with one hand,

his eyes were wide open.

He did not dare to go downstairs,

he remembered that last night he had placed the bodies of his wife and children on the living room sofa. He did not dare to go down. He was afraid to see this scene again.

Call the police?

I'm sorry,

i really didn't think about it.

Why did he call the police?

Was it to catch the murderer?

There was no murderer,

my wife and children were still alive,

yes,

they were clearly still alive. How could I call the police?

More than ten years ago, in Osaka, Japan, a university professor lived with his wife's body for three years after her death in her sleep due to a heart attack.

During this period, he always thought that his wife was just asleep, not dead. He also bought a freezer to place his wife's corpse. At first, he announced to the outside world that his wife had broken her leg and was unable to go out. Later, he said that his wife had gone abroad to study.

Just like that, the news of his wife's death was concealed by him for three years under various excuses. When his wife's parents were sick and hospitalized, their parents urged his wife to come back and see the old man. In the end, the professor's lie was exposed.

The police and people rushed into the professor's home and found the body in the freezer. At first, everyone suspected that the professor had killed his wife and hid the body in order to destroy the evidence.

However, the Professor insisted that his wife was not dead. Every day, he would have breakfast and dinner with him and sleep with him.

When the people around him kept telling him that his wife was dead and had been dead for three years, it was as if a dream in his heart was burst.

The professor knelt over his wife's body and wept,

at this moment,

he just realized,

his wife is dead.

After a police investigation, the cause of death was confirmed due to the better preservation of the body, and the professor was ruled out as a suspect in the murder.

He was afraid to go down the stairs,

why Not?

He doesn't understand,

but I just don't want to go down there.

He silently went to the study,

his wife usually wrote here, and her notebook was still on the desk.

His wife always laughed at him, saying that when he used to write, he didn't like to use the computer, but liked to use a pen, and had once used a pen to express manuscripts to publishers and magazines, and finally had them return it to indicate that they needed to submit manuscripts by mail, and didn't accept manuscripts.

However, he still insisted on using a pen to write stories, even if he had to type them into the computer after he had finished writing them. This was because he felt that the stories written in the words written in the pen had feelings and warmth. They were not cold, but they were more vivid.

His pen, which he had bought at a street stall when he was a child, was his first pen. It had never been broken. There was no brand or logo, but it had always been usable. The quality was very good.

However,

since he had married and taken over his mother-in-law's food factory, he had seldom written his stories with this pen.

But he would use it to copy his wife's published books, copy them, and then read them slowly. He enjoyed the feeling and liked the feeling.

He picked up the pen,

he opened his blank notebook,

he picked up a copy of his wife's book, I love my family, which had just been published a while ago.

It was a horror story based on his wife's home.

The scarlet font on the cover indicated that it was a horror novel.

He opened the first page,

he began to copy the title sentence by sentence..

Chapter end