Chapter 53 The Writer's Last Night
On August 2006, 8, "Publisher" magazine interviewed me.
"You once said that showing terror, deconstructing terror, and overcoming terror—what is the specific principle?"
"A person has to face many doors in his life, which contain work, career, love...etc. Undoubtedly, there is a door that contains terror. If there are 100 doors in total, if you can only open 99 doors, there is one door that you can never touch , that is an unhealthy life. We must open this 'untouchable' door again and again until we see it without fear."
After the interview, I quietly opened my heart, opened my 99 doors and looked at each of them, leaving the last door closed, and fell asleep.
After Fu Shi was caught, Mijia drove to the Infectious Disease Hospital.
She didn't bring a writer.
She wanted to see Fu Shi alone, even if it was through the iron bars.
Fu Shi was locked in a special ward, also on the fourth floor, with iron doors and iron stood in front of the window, howling one after another, and the tragic sound spread throughout the infectious disease hospital.
At this time, it was nearly dusk, and some passing nurses and patients gathered downstairs, looking up one after another.
Normally, Fu Shi's eyes are witty, but now they are dull, like the eyes of a wild animal, filled with only fear and despair.
His blue shirt was torn, his body was covered with wounds, and blood was gushing from his mouth.
Mijia couldn't remember when Fu Shi had such a blue stood behind the onlookers, raised her head, and watched him quietly.
Fuyao desperately shook the iron railing on the window with both hands, and when he kept shaking, he bared his white teeth and bit them like a mouse, some teeth fell out, some broke...
It was this man who gave her such a wonderful feeling.
This is the man who will always remain strong enough.
It was this man who gave him the thrill of bungee jumping every time.
This is the man who once shared the bed with her for countless nights...
At this point, he was at the end of his rope.
The onlookers left one after from howling, Fu Shi didn't have any new tricks.
Suddenly, Fushi's dull eyes fixed on Mijia, which made Mijia tremble.
He pressed his face tightly against the iron railing, and shouted hoarsely: "Mitya, save me—"
Mijia just looked at him and didn't lines of tears flowed quietly down the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
At this point, the writer is alone in the corn garden.
In the evening, he didn't eat didn't know if Mijia would cross the river and demolish the bridge, and force him to leave tonight. Therefore, before dark, he lay down, staring at a pair of bright eyes, nervously waiting for Mijia to return from the infectious disease hospital.
It was already late when Mitya entered the door.
She seemed very tired. She leaned against the door for a long time before changing her shoes and walking into the bedroom.
Turning on the light, she saw the writer lying on her bed, and said coldly, "Go to sleep in that bedroom."
The writer got up and said, "Okay, okay." Then, he hurried back to the other bedroom.
Mitya followed quickly in her slippers.
She stood on the threshold and said, "Today, I will keep you for the last night. Tomorrow morning, you leave."
After waiting for a while, seeing that the other party didn't respond, she sneered and said, "Do you have any reason to stay here?"
Writers don't speak.
"You are my husband?"
Writers don't speak.
"You are my lover?"
Writers don't speak.
"Are you the speech novelist for the company?"
Writers don't speak.
"You are my servant?"
Writers don't speak.
"Whether you answer or not, anyway, you have to leave tomorrow morning. Everything is over!"
After speaking, Mijia walked back with a "clack clatter".
The writer lay in the dark with his eyes tightly closed, his eyelashes fluttering constantly.
The night was getting deeper and deeper.
The hustle and bustle of the world slowly settled down like dust, and finally there was a dead silence.
The endless nightmare slowly rises.
That night, it was extremely quiet again—no dogs barking, no cats barking, no crows barking, no crickets barking, no mosquitoes barking...
The whole world seemed to freeze.
Now, there are 35 steps left in the writer's was only one way left: tomorrow morning, he would call for an ambulance and take himself to the hospital...
Faintly, some people's voices came from the darkness, they seemed to squeeze in through the cracks of the window, they seemed to float up from the ground, they seemed to seep out of the writer's head, they seemed to flow from the closed TV. from……
The voice is erratic, broken and fragmented:
A young man shouted from a distance:...One worship to heaven and earth...Second worship to the high hall...Husband and wife worship each other...joint cremation...
A woman's voice whispered in his ear:...when you feel safe...please turn your head...
An unmasculine voice said sharply: ...don't mention my name...
A voice of his own says: ...although I've been creating horror stories...but I want all the horrors in my life to be stories...
A girl said: ...people with moles on their necks...are in danger of suffocation...
A man said: ...he hides behind others...you hide behind him...I hide behind you...
A girl smiled and said: ... what you think ... is your ID card ...
An old man said: ...you smell like a mouse...
A girl said aggrievedly: ...I was burned to ashes...
A man said in an old Chinese opera:...if in the Jiangning battle where the Song Dynasty destroyed the Southern Tang Dynasty...in the brutal melee of swords, guns, swords and halberds...the opponent's soldier slipped...surely Cut my head in two with one knife... Then... there will be no you...
Fu Shi's voice: ...you eat pizza...I eat pizza...
The writer sat up and frantically turned on the light, but the light didn't turn on, and it might have burned.
He grabbed the remote again and turned on the TV in panic.
Those voices quickly faded away.
At this time, it was more than three o'clock in the morning. He searched again, and they all said goodbye. Only one station had images:
On the screen is a spacious classroom, with many students sitting neatly, each with a partition, all working on the computer with their heads down.
This is an admissions advertisement for a computer the bottom of the screen, there is a website and a phone number.
The picture is still framed, that is to say, it is just a picture that does not move at all.
The picture is too monotonous, and the writer stares at it, gradually getting he focused on the advertisement again, the picture changed unexpectedly:
A female student was originally sitting in the last row and was blocked by the people in front. At some point, she stepped out and stood on the aisle in the middle, looking directly at the writer.
The others still maintained their original postures.
Someone in the photo moved!
She came forward little by little.
She was wearing a red T-shirt and green jeans, her face was bloody, and her eyes were like two black was getting closer and closer, her lips convulsed, shrinking a little bit, showing her pale teeth...
When a living person is infected with rabies virus, he becomes a rabies patient.
The dead are infected with the rabies virus and become vampires!
No, not one, there is a girl behind her!She was also wearing jeans and a red T-shirt, staring at the back of her head, following closely, never leaving - two vampires!
The writer turned off the TV at once.
The shock stimulated his bladder, and a few drops of urine leaked out.
He touched a piece of clothing in the dark, put it on his body, then climbed out of the bed, took the biggest steps, and walked out...
After peeing hard, he stood at the door of the toilet, but he didn't dare to move easily.
Now, he has only 15 steps left.
It takes at least 20 steps to get back to his bedroom from the other words, when he walked halfway, in the dark, he reached the last step...
However, the distance from the toilet to Mitya's bedroom was exactly 15 steps.
He looked at his own bedroom, then at Mijia's bedroom, hesitated for a long time, finally turned around, and walked towards Mijia's bedroom step by step...
Now, he wants to take refuge in his own kind, no longer caring whether she is a good person or a wicked person.
Walking to Mitya's bedroom, he took one last step.
His feet were firmly nailed, and he was at Mijia's this time, he seemed to realize that the most terrifying scene should appear in this room!
The door panel quietly appeared in the moonlight, without a sound.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth and gently pushed the door open...
(End of this chapter)
On August 2006, 8, "Publisher" magazine interviewed me.
"You once said that showing terror, deconstructing terror, and overcoming terror—what is the specific principle?"
"A person has to face many doors in his life, which contain work, career, love...etc. Undoubtedly, there is a door that contains terror. If there are 100 doors in total, if you can only open 99 doors, there is one door that you can never touch , that is an unhealthy life. We must open this 'untouchable' door again and again until we see it without fear."
After the interview, I quietly opened my heart, opened my 99 doors and looked at each of them, leaving the last door closed, and fell asleep.
After Fu Shi was caught, Mijia drove to the Infectious Disease Hospital.
She didn't bring a writer.
She wanted to see Fu Shi alone, even if it was through the iron bars.
Fu Shi was locked in a special ward, also on the fourth floor, with iron doors and iron stood in front of the window, howling one after another, and the tragic sound spread throughout the infectious disease hospital.
At this time, it was nearly dusk, and some passing nurses and patients gathered downstairs, looking up one after another.
Normally, Fu Shi's eyes are witty, but now they are dull, like the eyes of a wild animal, filled with only fear and despair.
His blue shirt was torn, his body was covered with wounds, and blood was gushing from his mouth.
Mijia couldn't remember when Fu Shi had such a blue stood behind the onlookers, raised her head, and watched him quietly.
Fuyao desperately shook the iron railing on the window with both hands, and when he kept shaking, he bared his white teeth and bit them like a mouse, some teeth fell out, some broke...
It was this man who gave her such a wonderful feeling.
This is the man who will always remain strong enough.
It was this man who gave him the thrill of bungee jumping every time.
This is the man who once shared the bed with her for countless nights...
At this point, he was at the end of his rope.
The onlookers left one after from howling, Fu Shi didn't have any new tricks.
Suddenly, Fushi's dull eyes fixed on Mijia, which made Mijia tremble.
He pressed his face tightly against the iron railing, and shouted hoarsely: "Mitya, save me—"
Mijia just looked at him and didn't lines of tears flowed quietly down the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
At this point, the writer is alone in the corn garden.
In the evening, he didn't eat didn't know if Mijia would cross the river and demolish the bridge, and force him to leave tonight. Therefore, before dark, he lay down, staring at a pair of bright eyes, nervously waiting for Mijia to return from the infectious disease hospital.
It was already late when Mitya entered the door.
She seemed very tired. She leaned against the door for a long time before changing her shoes and walking into the bedroom.
Turning on the light, she saw the writer lying on her bed, and said coldly, "Go to sleep in that bedroom."
The writer got up and said, "Okay, okay." Then, he hurried back to the other bedroom.
Mitya followed quickly in her slippers.
She stood on the threshold and said, "Today, I will keep you for the last night. Tomorrow morning, you leave."
After waiting for a while, seeing that the other party didn't respond, she sneered and said, "Do you have any reason to stay here?"
Writers don't speak.
"You are my husband?"
Writers don't speak.
"You are my lover?"
Writers don't speak.
"Are you the speech novelist for the company?"
Writers don't speak.
"You are my servant?"
Writers don't speak.
"Whether you answer or not, anyway, you have to leave tomorrow morning. Everything is over!"
After speaking, Mijia walked back with a "clack clatter".
The writer lay in the dark with his eyes tightly closed, his eyelashes fluttering constantly.
The night was getting deeper and deeper.
The hustle and bustle of the world slowly settled down like dust, and finally there was a dead silence.
The endless nightmare slowly rises.
That night, it was extremely quiet again—no dogs barking, no cats barking, no crows barking, no crickets barking, no mosquitoes barking...
The whole world seemed to freeze.
Now, there are 35 steps left in the writer's was only one way left: tomorrow morning, he would call for an ambulance and take himself to the hospital...
Faintly, some people's voices came from the darkness, they seemed to squeeze in through the cracks of the window, they seemed to float up from the ground, they seemed to seep out of the writer's head, they seemed to flow from the closed TV. from……
The voice is erratic, broken and fragmented:
A young man shouted from a distance:...One worship to heaven and earth...Second worship to the high hall...Husband and wife worship each other...joint cremation...
A woman's voice whispered in his ear:...when you feel safe...please turn your head...
An unmasculine voice said sharply: ...don't mention my name...
A voice of his own says: ...although I've been creating horror stories...but I want all the horrors in my life to be stories...
A girl said: ...people with moles on their necks...are in danger of suffocation...
A man said: ...he hides behind others...you hide behind him...I hide behind you...
A girl smiled and said: ... what you think ... is your ID card ...
An old man said: ...you smell like a mouse...
A girl said aggrievedly: ...I was burned to ashes...
A man said in an old Chinese opera:...if in the Jiangning battle where the Song Dynasty destroyed the Southern Tang Dynasty...in the brutal melee of swords, guns, swords and halberds...the opponent's soldier slipped...surely Cut my head in two with one knife... Then... there will be no you...
Fu Shi's voice: ...you eat pizza...I eat pizza...
The writer sat up and frantically turned on the light, but the light didn't turn on, and it might have burned.
He grabbed the remote again and turned on the TV in panic.
Those voices quickly faded away.
At this time, it was more than three o'clock in the morning. He searched again, and they all said goodbye. Only one station had images:
On the screen is a spacious classroom, with many students sitting neatly, each with a partition, all working on the computer with their heads down.
This is an admissions advertisement for a computer the bottom of the screen, there is a website and a phone number.
The picture is still framed, that is to say, it is just a picture that does not move at all.
The picture is too monotonous, and the writer stares at it, gradually getting he focused on the advertisement again, the picture changed unexpectedly:
A female student was originally sitting in the last row and was blocked by the people in front. At some point, she stepped out and stood on the aisle in the middle, looking directly at the writer.
The others still maintained their original postures.
Someone in the photo moved!
She came forward little by little.
She was wearing a red T-shirt and green jeans, her face was bloody, and her eyes were like two black was getting closer and closer, her lips convulsed, shrinking a little bit, showing her pale teeth...
When a living person is infected with rabies virus, he becomes a rabies patient.
The dead are infected with the rabies virus and become vampires!
No, not one, there is a girl behind her!She was also wearing jeans and a red T-shirt, staring at the back of her head, following closely, never leaving - two vampires!
The writer turned off the TV at once.
The shock stimulated his bladder, and a few drops of urine leaked out.
He touched a piece of clothing in the dark, put it on his body, then climbed out of the bed, took the biggest steps, and walked out...
After peeing hard, he stood at the door of the toilet, but he didn't dare to move easily.
Now, he has only 15 steps left.
It takes at least 20 steps to get back to his bedroom from the other words, when he walked halfway, in the dark, he reached the last step...
However, the distance from the toilet to Mitya's bedroom was exactly 15 steps.
He looked at his own bedroom, then at Mijia's bedroom, hesitated for a long time, finally turned around, and walked towards Mijia's bedroom step by step...
Now, he wants to take refuge in his own kind, no longer caring whether she is a good person or a wicked person.
Walking to Mitya's bedroom, he took one last step.
His feet were firmly nailed, and he was at Mijia's this time, he seemed to realize that the most terrifying scene should appear in this room!
The door panel quietly appeared in the moonlight, without a sound.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth and gently pushed the door open...
(End of this chapter)
