Xiaorui once showed me a photo of her childhood, which was exactly the same as the one in the newspaper. If the news in the newspaper was completely true, then why did Xiaorui pretend to be this dead little girl?

I can't understand why Xiaorui did this. She couldn't get the house left by Lao Chu, and she couldn't even get others to recognize her identity. And in my heart, I vaguely felt that Xiaorui just didn't care about Lao Chu.

As Chu's daughter, why did she say those words to me again?

I wanted to pick up my phone several times and send Xiaorui a text message to ask, but I finally held back. Everyone has their own secrets, and I shouldn’t explore them. But at this moment, a sentence suddenly came from my heart.

Came out: "Use their secrets to write real stories."

Maybe, I can use Xiaorui's secret to write a better suspense story? I thought to myself unconsciously, but then I was startled by my sudden thought: What happened to me, in order to write a novel?

, actually violated his usual principles of life, not to mention that this person is Xiaorui.

Shaking my head, I tried my best not to think about these things and continued to study the newspaper clippings. However, my mind could not help but think of the doll hanging from the ceiling in the old Chu family. This look was really like the scene mentioned in the newspaper.

It's so similar. If this is really the tragedy of the old Chu family, then who hung this doll on the ceiling of the old Chu family?

After much thought, the only possibility was the murderer himself.

I don’t have any friendship with Lao Chu. If it weren’t for Erliang, I wouldn’t have known about him. If it weren’t for Xiaorui, I wouldn’t even think about these issues. But if I could figure out that this really happened to Lao Chu,

Regarding the affairs of the Chu family, then I can be sure that Xiaorui is pretending to be Lao Chu's daughter. Naturally, I don't need to have any scruples. I can write whatever I want. As for catching the murderer, it is not my ability at all.

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This uncle of mine whom I have never met is indeed a complete detective fan. This is what I couldn't help but sigh after turning this page, because he will personally go to the scene to investigate any criminal case that occurs near this city, and then use it to

He made an inference in his own way. Of course, all this was his own game, and he did not turn it over to the police.

Just on the page I turned over, I saw two photos, one was of a man in his 30s, and I could vaguely see what Lao Chu looked like from it, and the other was of a young woman, who looked like

It looks very similar to Xiaorui. The following is information written by a friend of my father's. It says that the man's surname is Chu and the woman's name is Liu Huifang. Although the two have been living together, they have not received a marriage certificate. They have a son and a daughter. As for the reason for the crime

, this uncle did not analyze anything, and did not hear any useful information from the neighbors. In the end, it could only be classified as an unsolvable mystery. In fact, judging from the relevant reports later, this case did indeed come to light.

It has never been detected yet.

But what I care about is not these, but the photo of Liu Huifang. No matter how you look at it, it looks like Xiaorui. The woman in the photo is smiling. Suddenly, I couldn't help but shudder because I remembered

That painting, this woman's smile, is exactly the same as in that painting.

Xiaorui's face is just similar to the person in the portrait, but this woman named Liu Huifang even smiles exactly like the one in the painting. The only difference is that she doesn't have the row of blood-red teeth. Thinking of this, I

I couldn't help but look between her lips in the photo. At this moment, I seemed to feel that she was alive. Those black eyes were looking at me, showing a strange smile.

I threw these clippings into the corner and never wanted to look at them again. I don’t know if I was overthinking it or because I had been immersed in novels recently. I always felt that the things in this clipping were evil.

Especially the photo of Liu Huifang I saw just now gave me a strange feeling. Thinking about Xiaorui's appearance, I couldn't help but think to myself: Could it be that Xiaorui is really the daughter of Lao Chu and Liu Huifang?

Otherwise, how could it be so similar?

But I just thought about it and didn’t pursue it seriously. After so many years, only the person involved knew about this kind of thing. Lao Chu is dead, Liu Huifang is nowhere to be found, and Xiaorui doesn’t reply to my text messages now.

, everything is just a case that I have no clue about, and I happen to know the people in it, it’s that simple. I don’t have to think about this anymore, I still have to work up my energy and continue to conceive of my novel, which will be submitted in two days.

It’s been a while, but I haven’t found the inspiration yet.

I sat in front of the computer and couldn't think of a word. My eyes involuntarily stared at the newspaper clippings in the corner. The tragedy I just saw reappeared in my mind: How about I just write this story?

Xiaorui is probably not Lao Chu’s daughter. As for the relationship in it, it’s not particularly important to me. Even if Xiaorui reads this novel in the future, I can definitely say that she imagined it out of thin air.

Once I made an excuse for myself, everything else would be no problem. I quickly conceived the outline of a novel called "Shake, Shake, Shake to Grandma Bridge". This is a story I am quite fond of.

This is a proud title, because at that moment, I thought of the doll hanging from the ceiling and the way it swayed on the ceiling, so I came up with this warm and scary name.

Just when I was proud of my novel, the text message suddenly rang, and when I opened it, it was from the Dream Club. I am now full of curiosity and affection for this mysterious Dream Club. I even feel that I suspected Erliang’s death before.

It was a mistake to be related to it, because as far as I am concerned, it can be said that the Dream Club has gradually pushed me to the position of being the first person in the so-called new generation of horror novels. It taught me how to write novels.

And I didn't find anything wrong with me.

I once thought suspiciously of the letter about Chu Jiangshan and Wang Qiang's creative experience, but fortunately there is one biggest difference between them and me. I wrote all the novels by myself instead of relying on others.

What's more, I haven't seen any woman with red teeth come to me so far. Gradually, I have almost regarded this mysterious number as my teacher and friend.

So I happily opened the text message and saw it said: "Do you still want to write better?"

This is simply nonsense. It has always been my ideal to be a great horror novel writer, but to be honest, although many people like the novels I am writing now, I always feel dissatisfied every time I finish them. It seems that I am not very satisfied.

Something was missing, so when I saw this text message, I replied without thinking: "I want to."

The text message came back quickly: "Go find the ninth well."

In such a long time, this is the most inexplicable text message that Dream Club and I have exchanged. Although I can’t quite understand what it means, I know that she is definitely not joking with me, so I sent it carefully.

Past: “Where to find it?”

The text message came back again: "Old house."

My heart gradually started to feel a little cold, because not long ago I was saying that I was different from Chu Jiangshan and the others, but I think now I have encountered the same thing as Chu Jiangshan: when the two of us are gradually approaching success, we

I have to go back to my old home again.

What is waiting for me in the old house? Chu Jiangshan died mysteriously not long after returning from the old house. Will I be the next one? My heart became inexplicably nervous. I suddenly remembered something and hurriedly got out of bed.

I took out something from the corner of the bottom, which was an ancestral jade pendant that I had not worn for a long time. I opened my palm and saw that the color of the peony flower had changed from pink to light red, like a pool of blood that was not bright.

I didn't sleep well all night. The next morning I packed up my things and prepared to go to the old house in the mountains. Of course, I didn't tell my family that I was going there. I only said that I was going out to participate in a creative seminar.

It took more than half a month to come back, and then I asked for a leave from the editor-in-chief, packed some necessary supplies and set off.

Sitting in the car, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. Although I was alone when I went to this place last time, at least there would be another good person to meet me soon. But this time, no matter how long I wait, I can only be

I have to face everything alone. Erliang is no longer here. Sometimes I wonder if it was because of me that Erliang was killed. If I show him the painting, maybe he will be fine.

Alright.

I wanted to burn the painting to Erliang several times. Although I didn’t believe that Erliang would receive it and see it, maybe it would calm my mind. People are always like this.

We do all kinds of things with various excuses, but the ultimate goal is just to comfort ourselves with various psychology. The world is so big, how many people can really transcend these?

Of course, the painting was not burned in the end, because I thought that Erliang’s ideal was definitely not to find this painting, but what he was looking for was what was behind the painting, and I had to help him realize this ideal. When I thought of this, I

Suddenly I feel a little ashamed. In the past few months, I have been thinking about my novel and almost forgot about Erliang, although I have never forgotten this person in my heart.

I was napping in the car and thinking wildly. I soon arrived at my destination. I was looking for the same hotel as last time. I deliberately asked for the same room as last time. Then I turned off the lights and went to bed. Vaguely, I always felt that there was someone on the other side.

The person was looking at me, and I knew it was because I missed Erliang.

If there really is a ghost, then let me see you. I thought to myself, and then I opened my eyes. Of course there was nothing except the empty bed opposite. The sheets on it were as white as snow, just like

The same thing that was laid on Erliang that day.

Forget it, I have to get up early tomorrow. I force myself to go to bed early. I don’t know what will happen when I go to the old house tomorrow, but I have to go. Even though I have repeatedly said that there are no ghosts and gods in this world,

But I myself encountered too many incredible and incomprehensible things.

Will my final result be the same as Chu Jiangshan? I asked myself in my heart. At this moment, a familiar feeling came over me again. Someone was looking at me again. This time it was not an illusion, even if I closed my eyes

I could also feel it with my eyes. I opened my eyes quickly and saw a figure flashing in front of me. He was wearing red clothes. He was a child. I saw it once at Erliang's house last time, but this time I could see it more clearly.

These are a little girl.

I sat up from the bed quickly. I didn't have time to put on my shoes. I immediately turned on the light and ran in the direction where the little girl disappeared. I wanted to see who this little girl was and how she got into my room. The room was very small.

, you can almost see it completely at a glance. The little girl is running towards the door. Next to the door is the bathroom.

Of course, the door to the room was still locked. It was impossible for anyone to come in. Is there really a ghost? I was thinking this way, and suddenly there was a "crash" sound. I was startled by the sudden sound. I listened carefully.

Only then did I realize that water suddenly came out of the shower head in the bathroom.

The condition of this hotel is not particularly good, and the facilities inside are also a bit old. I knew this when I first checked in, but the sudden change still scares me. I remember my mother told me

She had experienced the strange things she encountered in the hotel, and her heart was so nervous that it was about to jump out of her chest. But the purpose of my visit this time is for these mysterious events. If I shrink back because of fear, then I will

How can I face more mysterious and unpredictable events? If I can't face these and solve these things, will Lao Chu's end be my end?

It's not that I wasn't afraid, I was forced to have no right to be afraid. I took a deep breath to calm myself down, and then I slowly opened the bathroom door.

The mist in the bathroom was steaming, and I couldn't see clearly when I walked in. I stood at the door, and when the mist dissipated a little, I saw that the shower head inside was flowing hot water. There was nothing inside that I was worried about.

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I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that I was too nervous. I walked forward and found that the faucet was broken. I carefully closed the faucet. This broken place almost scared me.

After all this fuss, I lost all my sleepiness, so I turned on the faucet and washed my face. I looked up at the mirror. It was covered with water vapor. I couldn’t see myself clearly in the mirror. I wiped it and the mirror became clear again.

, but I was so frightened that I screamed because what I saw in the mirror was not myself, but a person.

It was a little girl hanging, but it was different from what I saw at Lao Chu's house. She had a rope around her neck and was hung high off the ground. Her long hair was hanging down.

I couldn't see her face, but I could see her clothes clearly, it was a red skirt.

Without looking back, I knew there was definitely no such scary scene behind me. Even if there was, at least there should be my image in the mirror. But now there is nothing in the mirror except a little girl hanging, and my brain is a mess.

It was blank, and I couldn't use any strength on my body. The picture had an eerie and strange feeling. I looked at the mirror, and the little girl's body inside was shaking slightly, and gradually the speed was getting faster and faster, as if it was trying to escape from the mirror.
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