"Don't live here! Don't see that woman!! Don't talk to her!!! Never!!!!"

The paper in front of me was written with a few extremely scrawled words, and the exclamation marks on it were so heavily written that they even scratched the paper.

I found this from a newly bought house. Although the house is a bit old and the place is a little remote, it is fully furnished and the price is not high. It is really suitable for people like Wang Qiang who have just started working.

Of course, he also knew the reason why the house was sold so cheaply. He said that a novelist who specialized in writing supernatural stories was rented here before. Later, the novelist committed suicide mysteriously. There are rumors that people can often be heard talking in the house in the middle of the night, and they can be vaguely seen.

There was a moving figure. The police once opened the door to investigate and found that the floor was dusty and there was no sign of anyone moving. Therefore, they just assumed that someone was spreading rumors to cause trouble and left it alone.

The novelist himself is an extremely mysterious figure. It is said that he used to write purely literary novels, but he never had any major achievements until one year when he suddenly changed his style and wrote supernatural novels. Although his writing style is still the same.

This is true, but the strange twists and turns of the story can be said to be gripping, so it immediately became an idol sought after by many people.

However, he never talked about his creative experience. Although he had achieved fame and fortune, he still lived in this rented house. Just when his career was at its peak, he suddenly committed suicide in mysterious circumstances. This happened

After that, there were more and more rumors about this house and the novelist. This house could no longer be rented out. Gradually, even the neighbors moved out one by one. The name of this community slowly became popular among people.

It has become a "ghost area", so the landlord has no choice but to sell it at a low price.

Many friends once advised Wang Qiang not to buy this house, but Wang Qiang has never believed in the theory of ghosts and gods. He laughed and said: "Literati have always looked down upon each other. I work in a newspaper, so I can be considered a literati. One of us is a literati and the other is a literati. Most of them are ghosts."

If we despise each other and stay away from each other until we die, we will definitely have peace and peace in the world." So he immediately bought the house and lived here for a few days, and nothing happened. Wang Qiang often made fun of his friends about this.

, saying they are superstitious.

This day happened to be Wang Qiang's day off. He was cleaning at home alone. When he was moving the sofa, a piece of paper suddenly fell out from the armrest of the sofa. He picked it up and saw that it was a manuscript of a novel called "The Woman in the Stairs".

", signed "Chu Jiangshan", which is the name of the novelist.

The paper of the manuscript is old, and he must have lost it accidentally before. The writing on the manuscript is very sloppy, as if the author was in a hurry when he wrote this novel.

The first sentence of the novel seemed very strange. Wang Qiang couldn't help but feel ridiculous. He thought that even to create the atmosphere, there was no need to be so exaggerated. Once the novel was published, no matter how heavy the writing was, it would still be the same. Although the exclamation points could be published as they were, they would not be published.

The publisher will never tear up good paper and sell it to readers.

He continued to read, and the article was written in the first person: "When I was young, I vowed to get ahead. I was so obsessed with literature that I devoted all my time and energy to literature, but for many years

In the past, I have never been able to achieve anything. In that year, I moved here, and it was here that I...I saw her!" At the last few sentences, the handwriting on the manuscript was a little incoherent.

, and the writing was extremely heavy, which was obviously caused by the author's hands shaking constantly when writing. It can be seen that the author hated and feared this woman in his heart. Wang Qiang continued to read:

"That evening, I went down the stairs and saw her on the second floor. She was wearing a red dress that day and had long hair. Although it was evening, I could still see her clearly.

It looked like the night wind was blowing her long hair up. She was panting, with a thin trickle of sweat on the tip of her nose, and her chest was rising and falling slightly. She was such a beautiful woman, even if all the people in the world described women as beautiful.

All the words used about her cannot express her style.

At that time, there was a big box next to her. Facing such a beautiful woman, I couldn't help but ask her if she wanted to help. She nodded sheepishly. It turned out that she had just rented this place as well.

It's very remote, and few people are willing to move here. Now a group of people are here.

I was very excited to have such a young and beautiful woman as my neighbor. What happened was that this woman lived right across from me. At that time, I could see her every day. From that moment on, I had only one thought in my mind:

I must get this woman, no matter what method I use!"

There is no continuation of the article at this point. Obviously this manuscript is only a part of it. Wang Qiang read it with little interest. He felt that such a novel cannot be considered a good work in terms of writing style or plot. Although it is said that a good novel is as good as

When climbing a mountain for sightseeing, the scenery is dull at first, but the further you go, the more amazing the scenery becomes.

Special, but he had lost his appetite for this novel. He crumpled the manuscript into a ball and threw it in the wastebasket. He felt sorry for wasting time reading such a novel. He looked at his watch and it was already six o'clock in the afternoon. He was too lazy to

I started cooking by myself, and as soon as I put on my clothes, I wanted to go to the shop downstairs to reward myself.

Wang Qiang's family lived on the fifth floor. I didn't know why as I walked down the road. Although I felt that the novel really had no merit, I couldn't get rid of its shadow in my mind. When I walked to the second floor, I suddenly froze:

Standing in front of him was a woman wearing a long red dress with long hair, panting slightly.

As soon as Wang Qiang saw this woman, he suddenly thought of the novel in his mind. He felt that the world was really wonderful. The fictional plot of a novel actually made him actually meet her. Wang Qiang was definitely not a gentleman. Although he was not married yet, he was already married.

He had had ambiguous relationships with many women, but the beauty of the woman in front of him was something she had never seen before. A feeling suddenly arose in his heart, and he felt that all the words used to describe beautiful women in the world had been applied to her.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s on your body.

When the woman saw Wang Qiang looking at her rudely, her face turned slightly red. Wang Qiang noticed it immediately and couldn't help but feel very embarrassed. When he lowered his head, he saw a large suitcase beside the woman and asked quickly: "Miss, do you need anything?"

help?"

The woman hesitated for a moment, smiled shyly, and nodded. Wang Qiang held the suitcase in his hand and asked, "Did Miss just move here? Which floor do you live on?"

The woman replied: "It's on the fifth floor."

Wang Qiang smiled and said: "What a coincidence, I am also on the fifth floor."

The woman said lightly: "This is really a coincidence." Then she stopped talking. When she got upstairs, the woman thanked Wang Qiang and seemed not to ask him to sit at home. Wang Qiang

Wang Qiang invited the woman to have dinner with him, but she politely declined. Wang Qiang felt bored and went downstairs to drink some wine.

Ever since the young woman in a red dress moved in across the door, Wang Qiang felt like he had lost his soul. Every day he only thought about how to get close to that woman. Wang Qiang was also a veteran in love, but for some unknown reason, he

As soon as I saw this young woman in a red dress, I felt that her beauty was unattainable, and I was already timid in my heart, let alone talk about it.

After a few words, Wang Qiang often hid behind his door. As soon as he heard the footsteps on the stairs, he immediately opened the door and pretended to go out by chance, taking the opportunity to take a look at the woman on the stairs.

If he could take the opportunity to say a few words to comfort his lovesickness, he would be so excited that he couldn't sleep the whole night, but the woman's attitude towards him had always been quite cold.

That night, Wang Qiang drank some wine and lay alone in bed, pitying himself and injuring himself. On the one hand, he was thankful that he was lucky enough to be a neighbor of a beautiful woman, but on the other hand, he blamed himself for being useless because he didn't dare to confess to her. He thought about how sad he was.

, with a long sigh, he swung his right hand outward, and it hit the cabinet beside the bed. Wang Qiang felt a pain in his hand. When he drew back his hand, he saw that there was blood on his hand.

Wang Qiang felt a little strange in his heart: the surface of the bed cabinet was smooth. Although he used too much force to throw it, it was not enough to cause bleeding. He turned around and saw that the cabinet had been slightly moved.

His hand was hitting the corner of the cabinet. Wang Qiang was even more surprised. This cabinet had just been cleaned this morning, and he had clearly placed it neatly. Moreover, he had been at home all day, and he had not even touched it at all.

I have touched this cabinet and there are no other guests in the house. Why is it moved now? This cabinet is quite heavy. It is usually difficult for one person to move it. Of course, it is not the result of the move I just made.

Just as I was wondering, I suddenly saw a crack on the corner of the cabinet. From the look of the crack, it looked like it had just been broken. It was the crack that caused the blood to flow out when I put my hand on it.

Wang Qiang stood up and was about to put the cabinet in place. Suddenly he saw a piece of paper sticking out of the crack in the cabinet. He took it out and read a few words. It was the continuation of the novel manuscript he saw last time. Wang Qiang was hurting himself. Although he was interested in the novel

I wasn't interested in anything, and I was bored but had nothing to do, so I continued reading.

The piece of paper began with "I"'s longing for the woman in the red dress. When Wang Qiang saw it, he thought of his current situation and felt a sense of discovery in his heart. He immediately became interested in this novel.

I couldn’t wait to read on:

"She will never know how much I miss her. Every time I think about being sad, I will burn a scar on my hand with a cigarette butt. Although the pain in my breasts can make me temporarily forget her, after the pain, I miss her like

The tide usually comes more violently, I am just one

She is the most ordinary person. I don’t have the qualifications or ability to have her. She won’t even look at me. So I spent all the money I didn’t have and went out to look for women. I listened to them talking about me.

She groaned, but in her mind she imagined them all being her.

That night, I was working at home, but my thoughts were racing, and her shadow was all in front of me, and I couldn't even write a word. Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang. I opened the door and saw that it was

Her! I was so excited that my heart almost jumped out of my chest. She said that the light bulb in her house was broken and asked me to help her change it. At this time, even if she asked me to jump from the fifth floor, I would not hesitate, let alone

They just asked me to change a light bulb, and I naturally agreed.

The light bulb was quickly replaced. She asked me to sit on the sofa and turned around to pour me tea. But my eyes were not willing to leave her back for a moment. Only then did I realize that she was wearing a

The red pajamas were so thin that I could almost see her body inside.

She poured me tea and talked to me, but I didn't listen to a word. All I could think about was her body under her red pajamas. When she poured me water for the second time, I suddenly felt an impulse in my heart.

He covered her mouth from behind and pushed her to the ground. She struggled desperately, but I had lost my mind at that time. How could she defeat me? I raped her like this. At that time, I was completely

I never thought that the result of what I did would be like this..."

Just as Wang Qiang was seeing this, the doorbell rang suddenly. He stood up and opened the door. The person who rang the doorbell was the young woman in a red dress at the opposite door.
Chapter completed!