"What if this is not a novel, but a true story?"

My heart gradually became cold. Only this time did I really understand what Erliang meant when he said this to me, because when I was a child, Erniang had already seen such a woman wearing a red skirt and revealing her face.

The woman with blood-red teeth later died inexplicably on the back hill. Wang Qiang in the letter also saw the woman wearing a red dress with blood-red teeth, and then he died too; not long ago, I

I also saw such a woman walking up to the building where Erliang lived. In the end, Erliang also died. Apart from these, they also had one thing in common, that is, the expressions on their faces when they died were the same, as if they had seen something.

Extremely terrifying stuff.

My mouth was a little bitter. I wanted to say something to my mother, but I opened my mouth but nothing came out. My mother looked at me and said, "Arui, you are Erliang's best brother. Erliang left

Let you handle everything, I can trust you."

I looked into my mother's eyes, and what was revealed there was not only trust, but also fear. What was my mother afraid of? This is the conclusion I came to in an instant.

Maybe my mother could tell that I had discovered what she was thinking. Her face turned red, she lowered her head and avoided my eyes, and said, "I won't go up. I'll go find a lawyer to write a power of attorney for you tomorrow."

I have full authority to handle everything left by Erliang."

At that moment, I felt extremely angry towards my mother: This is the so-called family affection, this is the so-called relatives! I said to her coldly: "Don't worry, Erliang is my brother, everything

I will do it all by myself."

My mother saw my anger and opened her mouth to tell me something, but she sighed and still didn't say anything. She just said: "You come with me to see the lawyer tomorrow. I'll leave first."

I looked at the back of my mother turning away, and couldn't bear it anymore. I couldn't help shouting to the sky. This scream was the memory of Erliang, the unwillingness to face the indifference of human nature, and the reason for the indifference of human nature.

Erliang is not worth it.

When my mother heard my shouting, she paused, turned around and said to me: "Arui, I know you look down on me, but... alas!"

My mother didn’t tell me what happened in the end. She left this community alone. The house of her recently deceased brother was on top of it, but she refused to go up and take a look because she was inexplicably afraid. Is this a favor? I

I feel like there is a fire burning in my heart, but I don't know how to vent it.

Just then, my phone rang, and it was a text message from Xiaorui. I have been busy dealing with Erliang's affairs these two days, so I didn't go on a date with her. Then I saw a text message from her asking where I was.

Said he would come and accompany me.

In fact, I really want someone to accompany me now, but seeing that it was already very late, I declined her request. Xiaorui immediately sent back a text message: "Do you still think that I am your girlfriend?"

I suddenly felt a very warm feeling, and my eyes were a little moist. I immediately replied: "Have I not written a horror novel that can impress you?"

Xiaorui said: "You will be able to write it soon, believe me!"

Finally, Xiaorui came out to find me. She saw that I was in a bad mood, so she asked me to take her to Erliang's room to have a look. I felt a little surprised. Most people are afraid to avoid it when they hear that someone has died somewhere.

How can there be someone like Xiaorui?

Xiaorui saw my surprise and just said lightly: "Because he is your friend."

I hugged her tightly. In fact, I knew she was still scared. When she said she wanted to go to Erliang’s room, I could see that she was scared. I knew what she was afraid of. It was not because of Erliang, but because of Erliang.

The little boy she saw next to Erliang always smiled widely at her.

I also tried to persuade Xiaorui, but she insisted on going, so I had to accompany her up the corridor. I said: "Xiaorui, if Erliang was still here, he would definitely like you very much. You are more humane than his sister.

"

Xiaorui suddenly stopped, looked up at me, and asked, "Then do you know what my mother is afraid of?"

I shook my head. I had just told Xiaorui everything about my relationship with my mother, including the diary. Seeing my confused and ignorant look, Xiaorui sighed and said, "Mom, do you have one thing?"

Tell you."

I wondered: "What's the matter?"

Xiaorui looked into my eyes and said word by word: "What did Erniang write when she got up in the middle of the night?!"

We walked up the stairs, and I thought about what Er Niang had written when she got up in the middle of the night. Niang must know it, because Niang's father had read those notes. Since he kept Er Niang's diary until now,

I will definitely keep those pieces of paper, but I don’t know why my mother refused to tell me.

I thought like this and gradually walked to the third floor. It was here last time that I saw the woman in the red dress. Now Xiaorui is with me, but I always feel that that strange woman is standing at the entrance of the corridor and watching.

Yes, that strange feeling of being spied on came back to me. I quickly walked up to the fourth floor, and still felt as if there was a thorn in my back. When I looked back, I felt a little pale.

Under the bright light, there was only one staircase extending upward, and there was still nothing in the corridor.

Xiaorui had been walking beside me and suddenly asked me: "Are you scared now?"

I was stunned for a moment, not knowing why she asked me this, but I nodded anyway. Xiaorui looked into my eyes and said, "What are you afraid of?"

I didn't know how to answer Xiaorui's question for a while, but Xiaorui then asked again: "What are you afraid of?"

My head suddenly became confused, but Xiaorui obviously didn't want my answer, but stared into my eyes tightly and said: "Remember this feeling, and you can write a novel that touches me."

"

It turns out that Xiaorui was only thinking about my novel, but I felt that her simple questions just now made me feel even colder. Even the way she looked at me had a strange coldness. Right here.

In an instant, a person I had almost forgotten suddenly appeared in my mind. She once enthusiastically helped another man achieve his career, but in the end this man killed her with his own hands, and then died mysteriously.

in the room, but the fact is that no one has seen the woman's existence.

Xiaorui was not wearing a red skirt today, but all in white, and the lights in the corridor were even more pale. I stopped and asked in a calm tone, "Xiaorui, did you have a nickname when you were a child?"

?”

Xiaorui's body was obviously shaken and she stopped, but she did not turn around. She just asked softly: "Why do you ask this?"

Her tone was as steady as mine, but I could clearly hear a tremor in her voice. I said, "Tell me, did you have a nickname when you were a child?"

Xiaorui didn't speak, but slowly turned around. I saw her smiling at me, and then said: "Very good, you can think of so many things, and you can finally write a story that can touch many people."

It’s a novel.”

Before I could say anything, Xiaorui continued: "You go up alone, I have to leave first." I stretched out my hand to keep her, but halfway through, I finally retracted my hand.

Xiaorui didn't turn on the light, and just walked step by step toward the dark staircase that seemed to have no bottom. In the empty corridor, there was only the "ta-ta-da" sound of high heels on the ground. At this moment, I thought of my old age again.

The roof of Chu's house.

I wanted to call Xiaorui, but the huge fear made my voice hoarse and unable to speak. At this moment, I heard Xiaorui's voice coming from downstairs: "I will help you write more good stories."

Here comes the book." After a while, another sentence came: "But my name is not Hei Niu."

There was no sound from downstairs anymore. I ran downstairs as hard as I could, but Xiaorui had disappeared. She could not be found in the community. When I called, it showed that the phone was turned off. Xiaorui said that she was not a black girl, she had already

Knowing what I was thinking at that time, I slapped my head hard, blaming myself for being suspicious. Xiaorui really hoped that I could write a good novel, but I was still thinking wildly.

I don’t know where Xiaorui lives or works, and I can’t contact her now, but I know she will come back one day, because she said she will continue to help me write more good books. I think

As long as I work hard, for example, if I win the grand prize in this Tianya Community originality competition, she will definitely be very happy.

With a plan in mind, I don't look so panicked. Xiaorui always likes to be ghostly when she talks to me. Now I think she did it to get me into the state necessary for writing. Forget it, don't worry about it for now.

Okay, let's go up and take a look at Erliang's room first.

When I think of Erliang, I think of the woman in the red skirt. In fact, it’s not Erliang that I’m afraid of, but her. If anyone sees such a woman with long hair standing silently behind you in the dark,

Looking at you, no, even just thinking about it, the hairs all over your body will stand up. This is what scares me. Perhaps, it is also what scares my mother.

But now I have to go up no matter what, because Erliang told me not long before his accident that he had something to show me. I don’t know what he wanted to show me, but I think he wanted to show it to me at this time.

The thing must be very important, maybe it has something to do with his ideal that I have never been able to figure out.

If this is the case, I will fulfill your ideal for you. I said this to Erliang in my heart and to myself. Just when I was thinking this, suddenly the strange feeling came again, and I felt someone watching from behind.

Looking at me is not the woman in the red dress that I felt before, but another one. I can't express this feeling, obviously no one can see it, but I just feel that the person looking at me this time is different from before.

I couldn't help but look back, and my eyes opened wide in an instant, because this time I finally saw the person standing behind me. No, I didn't see everything clearly, I just saw a touch of red.

A child in red clothes flashed past the corner of the corridor.

I followed a few steps, but saw nothing. I gritted my teeth and did not flinch. If I just left like this, what would be the difference between me and my mother? If there really are ghosts after death, Erliang will definitely do it too.

Protect me, I thought, not sure if it was self-comfort or not. I took a deep breath and opened Erliang's door with the key.

Everything is exactly the same as before, except that there is one person missing inside. As long as this person is missing, nothing that is exactly the same can be the same again. Looking at everything familiar, I sat on the bed where Erliang last lay,

I couldn't help but shed tears again.

After calming down, I got up and started searching Erliang's room for what he wanted to show me. If this was really related to his ideal, then completing his unfinished ideal would be the best way for me to commemorate him.

I am familiar with Erliang's every living habit and the arrangement of every place in his room, but I have been looking for a long time and haven't found anything that he might want to give me, because those things are all familiar to me.

It can no longer be familiar.

I sat in the room in a daze and couldn't figure out what Erliang wanted to show me. Everything in the office had been handed over, and there were very few personal things. So what else was there in this room that I usually couldn't see?

Arrived? My eyes were fixed on Erliang’s desk.

Yi Niang told me that their father and sister had been forcing them to write diaries since they were young. I believe this would become a habit. If there is anything I don’t know about Er Liang’s family, it is his diary.

I easily unlocked the desk drawer. When I did it, I couldn't help but feel sad because Erliang taught me this technique.

There were several notebooks in the drawer. I picked up one at random. They were all Erliang's diaries from previous years. After looking at the date, I picked up the one on the far right. It should be the most recent diary. I opened the diary.

At that time, a piece of paper fell from inside. I picked it up. It was a piece of paper glued with transparent glue, because the original paper had been torn into several small pieces. The immature handwriting on the paper made me

It's very familiar, because I just read a diary written by her owner not long ago.
Chapter completed!