[Life shaped by words is like a puppet controlled by the writer's pen. It cannot even sound a breath of breath in the suppressed and numb suffocation!

The flesh and blood created by words are ultimately false. Even if the soul can be born, it will eventually be firmly imprisoned in the prison bound by words and will never make its own voice!

Because the essence of words is silent and silent!]

——Chen Chao once thought so until...

Fine slags fell from the fingers, and two shocking blood holes on the door where blood solidified, a bloody strip of flesh was thrown in along the door hole, and fell to the ground with a "click".

Then......

Another piece of meat was thrown in, like two skinned dead snakes stacking softly together, reflecting into Chen Chao's pupils, bright and dazzling.

That was the tendon flesh that was picked off from his legs!!!(′Д)y-~

"Talk...what?"

His mute and dry voice was extremely vague and effortless, as if a person who had not spoken for a long time had forgotten his ability to speak.

Chen Chao looked down at the flesh in the pool of blood. His face was reflected in the pool of blood. The stacked strips of flesh were like twisted cracks that separated the facial features. It was still his own face, but it gave him a strange and strange sense of horror.

Two deep breath pauses!

Chen Chao bounced two pieces of broken nails, which was also a gift for returning the meat: "Seldom women dye their nails black, but they are not dyed very evenly, and the surface is covered with a layer of granular concave and convex feeling. Is it cinder?"

Depressed breathing sound ~

"I!"

".....Hate!"

"Coal...slag~"

Intermittent characters burst out from the cracks of teeth, and the last byte ending deformed and lengthened, as if sobbing of resentment and crazy laughter were intertwined, turning into a rust-dyeed sharp blade and stabbing hard into Chen Chao's mind.

No!

Not seemingly!

But there was really a rotten and rusty crutch that reflected Chen Chao's pupils. The iron crutch adhered to the rotten flesh and blood and broken cinders, but it was like a living creature growing from the palm of the flesh, orthodontic and twisted through the hole in the door...

"A piece of crutch grows out of the crack in the palm of your palm!"

The weird scene occupied the entire field of view. Chen Chao's pupils suddenly contracted into a pinhole shape, and his body suddenly leaned back. The cold wind rubbed against his forehead. The greasy scalp and hair were shaved off, and the blood dyed his forehead red.

As he leaned back and fell to the ground, Chen Chao kept staring at the crutch that grew out of his hand. "The sound of footsteps in the corridor that I first identified, and the strange sound, it turned out to be the impact of the crutch touching the ground!"

"And, although this crutch is of different material, it..."

Chen Chao wiped his forehead, and his eyes stained with blood clearly reflected the whole picture of the crutch. "It's the same style as the crutch in my dream, so the girl is under the raincoat outside the door!!!"

The crutches were pulled back, and the dripping blood and cut hair spilled on the ground, twistingly along a line. The raincoat outside the door stood up and stretched out his clothes. The crutches gently knocked on the iron bar and made a dull collision sound.

Ding ~

Dang~Dang~Dang~

It is probably the countdown to the death knell!

"Catch..... hide and play...... Ah~ Ah~" The raincoat's cheek was pressed against the iron railing, his head was tilted to the side of his head that showed a face overlapping with the dream, his tender and green facial features, his face dyed with coal ash, two dry and pale tears hanging under his eyes, and the pair of black and desperate eyes: "Would you~will play with me?"

The eyes that should have been sincere and clear, but what they reveal is the coldness of the frozen breath, the heart eroded by confusion and despair, just like the coal mountain shrouded in the darkness.

Monotonous, numb, dead silent...

It was so cruel that even a touch of warm color did not leave her behind!

The suffocation that hits the face is like drowning, every pore is blocked by coldness, the more the heart beats, the more uncomfortable the breathing becomes. The depression and suffocation cannot even be driven away by courage.

In the struggle and depression, some fragmented memories that have long been abandoned have rolled and emerged from the depths of my mind. It was a character setting that had been repeatedly modified, and it was also a waste manuscript that was discarded in the trash can, and a story that had suddenly stopped.

"Gurl!"

Chen Chao swallowed and his throat was as dry as it burned. He took out his cell phone and pointed it back and forth and looked at the information in the app:

【Opening game cg!】

——There are reminders of abandoned manuscripts

[The initial character setting is in line with your writer's identity!]

——The character model prompts the number of unfinished and the current number of hunts

After reviewing and checking back and forth three times, Chen Chao's eyes finally focused on the last line of bloody text-[Author, are you ready? Let's relive the story you wrote!]

The text twisted and wriggled, like a pile of rotten maggots crawling out of the world behind the pages, and drilled into Chen Chao's brain along its shrinking pupils...

"Relive the story I wrote~

"The story I wrote~"

"My story~"

"Story~!

Chen Chao sighed in a deep breath, and his mind turned his mind to splice and integrate the information in his mobile phone. The fragments of forgotten memory deep in his mind were spliced ​​and integrated, just like countless broken lenses being glued together along the gap. At the same time, a face hidden behind the mirror finally revealed its true appearance.

The face exposed under the raincoat was close to the gap in the railing, and through the broken holes in the door, blocking the fusion of light and darkness. The trance was a person who crossed the endless corridor and walked towards him from the abyss of dark and silent despair.

"Xia Nannan, female, 13 years old, congenital disability was discarded in the garbage dump, picked up by the old man who picked up the rag and raised it home..."

After all, it is a novel that was unfinished a few years ago. The brain hard drive is arduously searching for the relevant stored memories. The detailed information has been forgotten, leaving only a vague and short summary. Fortunately, it is enough to support Chen Chao to identify the true identity of the raincoat.

"A character I created!"

Strange, bizarre, absurd... are not enough to describe the complexity in Chen Chao's heart at this moment. To compare it with an inappropriate scene, it is probably that an irresponsible scumbag was ruthless. Finally, one night many years later, he was blocked at the door of his home by his biological daughter who fell from the sky with a knife... ┗(     0﹏0    )┛

shock!

anger!

Irritable!

Countless scents rolled on the top of my heart, and the sauté was filled with a hint of bitterness from my mouth, and a hint of inexplicable guilt!!

"I'm so weak~ For 27 years, I have been trying hard to preserve my chastity. How can I endure this slander? I'm still a young man (virgin)~"

Chen Chao gritted his teeth and clenched his teeth, met Xia Nannan's malicious eyes, and said grimly: "I am just a suspense novel, but I can't afford the sin of creating human beings!!"

"To be honest, I just make up some stories to deceive readers into subscribing, and at most it is to provide some ink to the characters in the book. This is far from the fertilization process, and you know how to deal with reproductive isolation... In short, I really can't afford to give birth to a living person from the book, so I will never take the blame!"

Chen Chao racked his brains to organize the statements to defend himself, but he felt that he became darker and darker. He felt that his painting style was like an old father who had lost his daughter's New Year's money, and that was shameless and unwilling to accept it.

Ahhhh!

This metaphor is too problematic!

Chen Chao was very frustrated because he felt that he was doing a stupid thing like "no silver here" at this moment, and he became more and more guilty!

The mobile phone vibrates frequently, like the sand sculpture book lovers who watched the whole process have long been unable to contain their inner mania. They are incompetent in the chapter reviews:

[———As the saying goes, good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the heavenly way is good for reincarnation; if you don’t believe it, look up, and ask who will the heaven have spared?]

[Please take every work you create seriously, just like treating your own children well... Well, congratulations to the writer for achieving the achievement of a hundred people who have failed to finish the work!]

[Purify the literary circle, start with punishing unfinished writers!]

【Repent!】

【...】

Xia Nannan: "Ha~ writer!"

Chen Chao: "..."
Chapter completed!