Chapter 125 The direction of ghost stories should be a little special.

——————————————The author's ghost story————————

In fact, you don't have to guess, because the ghost story is coming to end. As the author, I will come out to tell you. See you in the next episode.

Comrades who were still nervous suddenly became discouraged and complained, "I'm nervous. Why did the author run out to spoil the fun?"

I said, "This article is off topic. Do you still want to continue? It is said that this book is about to become a supernatural novel, which readers can't accept.

After appeasing the many characters under the pen, I was finally able to lie comfortably on the chair and sleep for a while. Otaku, life is not easy.

Suddenly, Su Tian sent me a text message. He said, "Boss, you stole my limelight tonight. My brother is almost out of food."

I replied to him with a smile, "What's the hurry? Tomorrow will be your stage again. It's only a small chapter. Don't be so stingy with me."

After replying to the text message, I don't know why there is no follow-up. These protagonists have to show off when they become the leading man. In the past, when he was always an eunuch with 10,000 or 20,000 words, I don't know how pitiful he was.

Thinking about it, I suddenly felt that today's thing was very abnormal. Normally, I wrote until the middle of the night to finish the day's words. Today, I don't know why I overfulfilled the task at night.

At this time, it was just night. Looking out of the window at the cold night, suddenly all kinds of ghost stories came into my mind. I suddenly had a strong hunch. Maybe the door would suddenly open and come in a strange guy and bring me into a troublesome supernatural event.

Some people say that people who write ghost stories themselves will fall into strange supernatural events.

My daughter-in-law is very afraid of those stories. She often warns me not to write ghost stories, and bad things will happen.

Coincidentally, she happened to go out tonight.

Usually, at this time, she would urge me to type hard or accompany her to the supermarket.

My daughter-in-law is very outgoing, but I am very introverted. She often says that sometimes it seems strange to be alone.

Sometimes I look in the mirror and feel that what she said is not very right. At least I'm still handsome!

Looking back and talking about tonight, I still feel very weird. Maybe the chapter I just wrote is too incredible. Why did a good funny novel insert a ghost story? Have you read too much of "Yinyang Road" recently? Or have you read too many of Zhou Dedong's novels?

The more I thought about it, the more irritable I became. I simply turned on the computer and downloaded a new episode of Japanese comics. Coincidentally, it was Blade. Why did I watch this film?

The Japanese version is obviously not as good as the live TV version, and the live TV version is obviously not as good as the movie version. I fell asleep in a muddle...

When I woke up, I found that I had actually arrived at the underworld. I knelt on the ground and sat in front of the Lord of Hell. He roared and asked, "I'm absent-minded. Do you know your guilt?"

I replied absent-mindedly, "Master Hell, I don't know what the grass people are guilty of?"

"Is it your crime to be irresponsible and fabricate as an otaku?"

I fainted. It turned out that I was asking about this crime. I said helplessly, "Master Hell, I'm just bragging. Isn't it against the law? Besides, it doesn't seem to be a big crime to be an otaku, right?

"You're wrong!" The king of hell smiled garrasly and said, "In the 18th floor of hell, there is a layer of tongue-pulling prison for you."

I said, "No, I'm writing, not a long-tongued woman. Besides, the otaku has always been untalking."

The king of thee was stunned and said, "Then peel the skin."

I said strangely, "I only type with ten fingers, and I just dialed the skin all over. Isn't it a little too much?"

The king of hell was impatient and ordered the kid to come forward and take action: "The hell can't help you to be rampant. If you don't want to be sad, quickly ask your family to burn more ingot candles."

I bowed my head and said nothing, and my face turned pale: "I'm sorry, my parents are dead. There is only one disobedient wife, a poor family, only one broken computer, ingot candles and those antiques, I'm afraid I can't find them. Will you burn them for you on the Internet?"

"Virtual?" The king of the world pinched his temples and had a headache. He waved his hand and said, "Come on, come on, I won't talk to you anymore. I will beat him on fifty boards and send him back to Yangjian. I won't come back for 50 years."

I heard the words and said happily, "Thank you, Lord, for your kindness. I can still live to 80."

The ghost didn't talk to me and directly pushed me down the bridge. In a flash, I returned home, but I saw my wife sitting in front of the computer, as if she was checking something.

I secretly sat up from ** and stood behind her to look at it, but found that she was actually typing, and it followed my unfinished novel...

——————————————The Ghost Story of Your Wife——————————

I ran away from home tonight.

In fact, every time I run away from home, he doesn't know the damn thing.

He only knows how to hold his computer and write his promising novels.

What's there to write in online novels? He once showed me the novels he wrote. Although it was a little funny, it was also a little boring.

You can't eat boredom.

Although I heard later that he had signed a contract with a website and would have money to get it every month, now there are great masters on the Internet and swindlers are also rampant. Will others really like you?

But my husband is very serious. He reads carefully every day. Sometimes he can't even eat, and sometimes he is lazy to talk with me.

I began to envy that website. I felt that it took away my husband in a sense. Although my husband was really staying with me, I just had an inexplicable and strange feeling.

One day, when I watched the movie Killing Network, I suddenly thought that maybe there was something wrong with that website, and it slowly absorbed my husband's soul invisibly.

I'm suddenly scared. What if one day I find that my husband is lying on the computer table without breathing?

What about my one-year-old daughter?

What should I do in the future?

At that moment, I felt that I should do something. I couldn't continue to let him go like this. I began to secretly inquire about the website, and even secretly went up an ID.

I found that every Friday, there is a party on this website. At an online party, my husband always sits in front of the computer early to attend the party.

So I decided to go to the Internet cafe on Friday night and attend this party in my other capacity.

I usually don't go out on Fridays. This is my previous appointment with him. Every Friday is our holiday. When we are free, we will go shopping, watch TV, chat, and do something we like.

But now, he doesn't seem to remember. Every time he wants me to remind him, maybe I deliberately want to see his reaction. I don't say anything, I just want to see if he remembers.

But he didn't. He still typed into the computer. Looking at his back, I suddenly felt that he seemed to be half missing.

At that moment, I firmly believed that his soul must have been stolen, so I must save him.

So I picked up my bag and went out. The genius was just dark but it seemed to be late at night. Tonight's night was so abnormal.

I always felt that someone was staring at me when I walked on the street. I suddenly turned around and was afraid to see that my husband was staring at me, but there was nothing behind me.

Why does everything look so weird tonight?

I went to an Internet cafe and took out my ID card charter machine. The cashier took my* and looked at me with very strange eyes. Maybe she thought I was different from the photo on my ID card.

I don't know why I always feel that my appearance has changed a lot recently, and sometimes I don't look like myself when I look in the mirror.

Fortunately, the cashier returned my ID card after looking at it for a while, so I took a breath and turned on the computer to surf the Internet.

I can't wait to enter the website and log in to the so-called party. The strange thing is that there is no one in the chat room, and there is only my ID: 4534210 in the list.

I'm waiting for my husband to appear, but he hasn't come for a long time, which is strange.

Suddenly, I felt as if the list bar flashed. It seemed that someone was coming. I opened my eyes wide and looked at it, but I found that it was still the same ID: 453421O.

It's strange. Am I over-minded? I put on headphones, played an MP3, and waited boringly. In the end, no one came over.

Suddenly, someone added me as a QQ friend. Usually, I don't use QQ to chat with strangers, so I clicked on it and found that I didn't know strangers at all. I refused to add anyone so boring and casually.

After a while, someone added me, and it was still the person just now. He also added a verification message: Why did you refuse? I'm saving you.

Help me? What an inexplicable opening, I'm not in danger, and I still choose whether to or not.

Suddenly, the list of the chat room flashed, and it seemed to have finally changed. I couldn't help staring at it, but it was still my own ID. What's going on?

Finally, someone spoke. Are you still there?

ID: 453421O.

This time I understood that it was not my ID, but a number very similar to my ID. The last digit was actually an uppercase O, not the number 0.

I was suddenly scared and stood up nervously. I even found that the whole Internet cafe was very strange. The cashier looked at me with strange eyes, and everyone was looking at me strangely.

I couldn't help escaping from here, escaping this terrible place, and running out desperately. I don't know where to go, but I just ran away desperately...

Suddenly someone stopped me and said, "Are you afraid?"

I didn't dare to open my eyes. I was afraid to see a grimace. I closed my eyes and asked tremblingly, "Who are you?" What are you going to do?"

"I just want to tell you..." The other party replied slowly, but I raised my heart to my throat. "... This chapter is over, and you can go home."

It's over? Is that it? I took a breath, looked at my husband pretending to be a ghost in front of me, beat him and said, "Next time, let me make a guest appearance in such a ghost story, I will never forgive you!"