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"Welcome to your moon my heart,
A good man is me,
I am - Midnight Horror Broadcasting. "
The woman hasn't come out yet,
At least everything looks normal in prison,
Outside the car window is the annoying cicada croaking non-stop,
Boss Zhou, who wanted to sleep but couldn't, smoked out all his cigarettes.
Can only be bored enough to turn on the car radio.
"Okay, just kidding everyone, the movie version of "Love Apartment" will be released soon, I would like to remind everyone that friends who like to watch this movie can go to the cinema to watch it at that time.
In addition, the story we bring to you tonight is "My One-Day Tour of Hell" written by the famous contemporary young writer Xia Xie;
In this story, Xia Xie shows our readers in detail a picture scroll of hell that he thinks, which makes people addicted.
At the press conference of the new book, Xia Xie said that he had a car accident when he was a child and was unconscious for a few days. During those few days, he had a long, long dream. He said that he might have gone to Hell, and then came back again, so when he grew up, he decided to use his own pen to write about the customs and customs of hell that he 'saw' for everyone to see.
under,
We will tell this story for the audience friends:
'Huangquan Road stretches as far as the eye can see. On both sides of the road, beautiful and delicate Bana flowers are blooming, swaying their figures;
All kinds of dead souls are walking on Huangquan Road,
Some are singing,
Some are dancing,
Some are crying,
Some are looking back,
People of all skin colors, nationalities, and cultures have shed all their coats and restored their most essential state here.
Only at this time,
Pride and prejudice no longer exist,
There is no barrier between rich and poor"
Hear here,
Boss Zhou rolled his eyes,
sighed:
"Shall the pen."
Still singing, dancing,
Why the hell don't you let the ghost messenger take you to a sea and sky feast?
Zhou Ze turned off the radio, reached out and rummaged underneath, and actually let him find a cigarette underneath, which should belong to the unlucky driver himself.
That person is probably sleeping on the side of the road with an intoxicated face,
I don't know if I will catch a cold.
Opened a pack of cigarettes, before I could smoke it,
Zhou Ze suddenly froze for a moment,
A feeling of heart palpitations suddenly came,
In prison,
what happened?
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library,
prisoner and woman,
The prisoner is still sitting on the chair,
The woman backed away in fright,
Mouth kept asking in horror:
"Why, how is it possible, how is it possible"
A smile appeared on the corner of the prisoner's mouth,
In the eyes,
?It reveals a touch of deep reminiscence:
That day,
It's raining heavily,
Still thundering.
Lightning flashed from time to time, followed by bursts of thunder.
He has not been home for three days, because he is too busy to go home in time.
just in time for the Mid-Autumn Festival,
There are many tasks and orders in the food factory, but these orders cannot be let go, because the orders for the Mid-Autumn Festival can be worth more than one-third of the orders for the entire factory in a whole year.
It is his responsibility for the mother-in-law to hand over the factory to his son-in-law.
In the words of my mother-in-law,
His father-in-law and elder brother-in-law are very rigid-headed, and they can do nothing but be a policeman. In her life, she doesn't expect them to know how to flexibly give the family some benefits, so they can only make money to subsidize the family.
This factory can only be handed over to my son-in-law now.
He is very hardworking, really hardworking, and working hard.
The father-in-law's family, including the eldest brother-in-law, treated him very well and did not look down on his background at all. Even when they talked about marriage with their own wife, they did not set any thresholds or make any requirements.
?During this period, he always felt that his wife was just asleep and not dead. He also bought a freezer and placed his wife's body. At first, he announced to the outside world that his wife had broken her leg and it was inconvenient to go out. Later, he said that his wife was going abroad for further studies. up.
In this way, he concealed the news of his wife's death for three years with various excuses. When his wife's natal father fell ill and was hospitalized, the natal family strongly urged his wife to come back to see the old man. Finally, the professor's lie was exposed.
The police and people rushed into the professor's house and found the body in the freezer. At first, everyone suspected that the professor killed his wife and hid the body in order to destroy the evidence.
But the professor has always insisted that his wife is not dead, and that he will have breakfast and dinner with him and sleep with him every day.
When people around him kept telling him that his wife had died for three years, it seemed that a dream in his heart had been punctured.
The professor knelt down beside his wife's body and wept loudly,
this moment,
Only then did he realize,
His wife is dead.
Later, after police investigation, the cause of death was confirmed because the body was well preserved, and the professor was ruled out of murder.
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He dared not go down the stairs,
Why not?
He doesn't understand,
But I just don't want to go down.
He walked silently to the study,
My wife usually creates here, and her notebook is still on the desk.
His wife laughed at him all the time, saying that he didn¡¯t like to use a computer when he was writing, but liked to use a pen. He even used a pen to express manuscripts to publishers and magazines. In the end, he was returned and marked that he needed to submit by mail, and the manuscripts were not accepted. .
But he still insists on writing stories with a pen, even if he finishes writing and then type it into the computer, because he feels that the stories written with pens have emotions, warmth, and are not cold, but more vivid.
His pen was bought at a street stall when he was a child. It was his first pen, and it has never been broken. It has no brand or trademark, but it has always been usable and the quality is very good.
but,
Since he got married and took over the food factory of his mother-in-law's family, he has rarely used this pen to write his own stories.
But he will use a pen to copy the book published by his wife, and then read it slowly. He enjoys this feeling and likes this feeling.
He picked up the pen,
Open your own blank book,
Pick up a copy of "I Love My Family" that my wife just published on the desk.
In this horror story, the wife created it based on her own family.
The bloody red cover font indicates that this is a horror novel.
? Turn to the first page,
He began to transcribe sentence by sentence according to the title (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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