There are very few offices in some offices, like the boss's or the marketing department's. It's just that the former directs others to work outside and the latter is directed by others. The place I am in is only a dozen square meters. Excluding the printer, desk and computer, the remaining space is clearly visible. , fortunately we rarely stay together at the same time – except for the unified typesetting and printing of demos on Friday.
It is precisely because of this that I only see Lao Huang once a week.
Lao Huang is not old, and his surname is not Huang. He is specifically in charge of the entertainment section. He is quite a gossip, but considering that it is his responsibility, he doesn't find it annoying.
But he always likes to tell dirty jokes. There are many female staff in the editorial department, so over time they call him Lao Huang. However, this man is very particular about size and not too much. Every expert knows to stop at the right amount. Lao Huang obviously understands. So as long as someone shows a little impatience or disgust on their face, stop immediately. In addition, you are usually kind to others and love to help. A few jokes occasionally don't hurt.
He and I were the only ones who aged early this morning, so he had no choice but to hold me and talk.
"Do you know who the ancestor of our reporter is?" Huang not only likes to tell jokes, but also likes to ask some irrelevant questions.
I shook my head.
Of course Lao Huang proudly told me that it was Zhang Liang.
Now I can't even shake my head. You're talking nonsense, I responded immediately, but this is the effect Lao Huang wants.
Remember when Overlord was trapped in Gaixia, didn’t he sing? Lao Huang smiled. Yes, I suddenly felt that I had been deceived by him, but since I was bored, I just listened to him.
Didn't he miss Yu Ji and Yu Ji Nai Ruo? Lao Huang said, yes, I said, but isn't that because he is afraid that his girlfriend will fall into the hands of Liu Bang, who is known as a gangster?
You are wrong. People actually want to be entertainment reporters. Entertainment reporters are entertainment reporters, entertainment reporters. What can I do to you? Think about it, who were the two most famous male artists at that time? It's Xiang Yu and Liu Bang, right? Who is the most famous female artist? Yu Ji? So Zhang Liang reported to Xiang Yu's soldiers that Xiang Yu and Liu Bang were not competing for the world, but actually fighting for women. The scandal spread overnight. Of course, the eight thousand soldiers felt unhappy, so they were unwilling to do such a thing. Meaningless cannon fodder, so Zhang Liang is our reporter, to be precise, he is the ancestor of entertainment reporters.
I couldn't help but burst out laughing, and suddenly I looked carefully at Lao Huang. His bald head was like a football, with fluffy patches of hair hanging on his shiny scalp. Although he was only forty years old, he was still a tall man. They are so haggard, like a piece of dried pickled radish that has been exposed to the sun for many days, with wrinkled yellow skin. It is difficult for them to work harder than us, and they are often rushed here and there like ducks. In addition, they stay up late and get up early in the windy weather. Damn, I really thought it would be fine if I touched some X-bao. It would be white and clean and I could be treated as an old white face instead of an old white guy. That was completely deceiving myself.
But when I saw him recently, I found that not only his face, but his whole person seemed a little strange.
He is not married, to be precise, he has just divorced. Divorces are common in their department. Changing wives is more diligent than changing films. Sometimes he hugs the camera longer than he hugs the woman. I am afraid that unless the other person can grow up to be like the camera, it will not matter. Will be happy.
But lately, every time I hear him answer the phone, there are always bursts of baby sounds, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing.
I once asked him if he used a child-sounding ringtone, but he said no, and strangely said he didn't hear it at all.
The most interesting thing is that Huang seems to be getting happier and happier. He is very lucky. He has captured several big news exclusively. The most exaggerated one is that a well-known male star went to the street late at night and was in a hurry to go to the toilet. When he couldn't find it, he hid in a corner and solved it, but he also took a picture of it. It was amazing. Later, the male star wanted to sue him, but Huang didn't care. After the lawsuit, both of them became famous. The male star was asked to shoot an advertisement for diuretic drugs to clear the urinary tract. It is said that the advertisement words were carefully considered for a long time. It was said that it was my place to pee, and there were also suggestions that it would take ten years to pee. In the end, it was Lao Huang's saying that if you drink a certain kidney treasure, you will pee forever. The two later became good friends, but the star just begged Lao Huang to pat him when he peeed, leaving some face for other matters. So Lao Huang became the mainstay of the newspaper overnight, and the newspaper's circulation soared. He has been present at almost all major events for more than a month, but when asked, he just said it was luck.
Think about it, last month he got into serious trouble because of an inaccurate report. Fortunately, the company smoothed it over because he was senior. In fact, the person who committed the crime had no background. This is how the world is. The rich sweat more than the poor. His blood is worth money. It is said that the sufferer even called Lao Huang before the accident, but Lao Huang was too lazy to answer the phone.
Maybe the bad luck has come to an end, so now I'm having a good time.
Watching Lao Huang answer the phone and go out in a hurry, I couldn't help but smile.
Not long after Lao Huang went out, the sound of his cell phone came from his drawer again. I had no choice but to dig it out and chase him downstairs, but Lao Huang was nowhere to be seen.
When I had to answer the phone myself.
There was only a baby crying in the microphone, which was very harsh. I fed it for a long time, but the crying became louder and louder.
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I was listening to the receiver, but the crying felt like it was coming from behind, or from all directions, surrounding me.
I felt something was wrong and immediately closed the phone.
At this time, his phone rang, and it was Lao Huang who answered it, but he didn't bring his mobile phone.
"Ouyang, let's talk to the boss and we'll release the big picture later. I've taken some good photos again. That's it. I won't say more." After saying that, the call was hung up.
So the phone in my hand does not belong to Lao Huang.
But what the phone displayed was Lao Huang's home phone number. Thinking that everything was fine now, I suddenly felt a mischievous feeling – could it be that Lao Huang secretly hid his beauty in the golden house and had an extra doll? It was probably the woman who beat her just now, but he didn't dare to speak when his voice came from me.
Now that I think about it, it makes sense. I know Lao Huang's family too. I haven't been there for a long time, so I might as well pay him a visit. And I have to arrive before Lao Huang goes home. I want to laugh when I think of Lao Huang's shocked and embarrassed expression.
It was just a routine three-school trip on the weekend, and there wasn't much work. I just said hello and rushed to his house.
Lao Huang lives in the newly built staff building of the newspaper office. He knows what to do if a dead mouse is found in his home . He just happened to catch up with the last shift to raise funds at his own expense. The house is not expensive, but it is not affordable either.
It was a typical small two-bedroom apartment. I helped him move, but I haven't been there since. He hadn't divorced yet, but judging from their relationship, it wasn't that far off.
Lao Huang is worthy of being an entertainment reporter. In addition to his good eloquence, he often litigated and litigated, which made it easy for him to go to court for the final divorce. As a result, he won the house, and his ex-wife angrily threatened to take revenge. Lao Huang disagreed, saying that to get revenge, he would have to queue up to buy it. If you have the time, it would be better to get an Olympic ticket.
While talking, I came to his house and rang the doorbell. After all, I wanted to see Mrs. Xin Huang. I brought some fruits and cakes, but the door did not open.
I pressed it again, but this time for a longer time. Standing outside the thick door, I could almost hear the music inside.
There was no one in the corridor, and I was stuck in there like a piece of wood.
Just when I thought no one was inside, the door opened again.
Putting on his usual smile, he lowered his head and was about to hand over the bag of food that his hands were sore in, when suddenly he found that there was no one in front of him.
But the door is open.
Now it was my turn to feel embarrassed, so I had to shout, "Can I come in?" After shouting a few words, I felt a little impatient, thinking that I knew Lao Huang very well, why did he find a woman who didn't understand the rules?
Fortunately, the layout of the house had not changed much from that time. I found a pair of slippers, walked in with them, and placed the gifts on a square wooden table covered with glass.
I thought the person who opened the door might be hiding at the door, but when I closed the door, there was still no one.
The whole house is not big and can be seen almost at a glance. But I still couldn't feel anyone's presence. I shouted a few more words, but the only response was my own voice.
"Maybe the new sister-in-law is deaf, but the child can't sleep like this, right?" I became puzzled, so I tiptoed into the inner room.
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One room was empty, with some sundries and old furniture placed there.
The other room is just a single bed. I know that bed. I helped him get it from the flea market last time. There is only a desk and a computer placed next to the bed. I didn't see anything about women's or children's clothing.
When I grabbed my body and wanted to go to the kitchen to take a look, I suddenly heard the sound of crunching and swallowing and chewing food behind me.
When I looked back, I only found that the table was covered with food dregs, and the cakes and fruits were gone.
Even for an eating competition, this is too fast. Maybe people can't eat that fast.
Now only the kitchen and toilet have not been seen in this house. That thing can only hide in these two places.
The toilet is not big and there is nothing in it. The kitchen is only a few square meters, but there are many large cabinets under the breakfast table.
I opened the cabinets one by one, and there were nothing more than pots, pans, and kitchen utensils that I didn't need to put away for the time being. But there were some yellow cake crumbs that looked like millet scattered next to the last cabinet.
I slowly reached out my hand and was about to open the cabinet when the door rang.
Lao Huang is here. I had to hurry over.
what are you doing here? Lao Huang looked at me in surprise. He was covered in sweat and his face was black from smoke. He held the camera carefully in his hand.
You left your phone in the office, and I haven't been here for a long time, so I brought it over by the way. However, someone opened the door for me, but when I came in, I saw nothing. I deliberately made the word "ah" very long, and Old Huang looked a little uncomfortable.
Who asked you to come in? Maybe I didn't lock the door properly, but luckily it was you. If it were a thief, it would be fun. It seems that even though I have nothing, I still have to keep a dog at home.
Lao Huang, what exactly do you keep at home? I asked sharply.
No, nothing. Lao Huang was a little panicked. I saw that he seemed to be carrying something in his hand, so I pulled him over while he wasn't paying attention.
Let me see what you bought. I won't leave at noon. I'll just eat at your place. Before I could say "rice", a fishy smell came out of the bag. I hurriedly looked at the light and saw that it was inside. They were all bloody internal organs.
"Why did you buy this? I remember you said you hated eating water." I threw the bag to him.
"It's none of your business!" Lao Huang was a little angry. He pushed me to the door and pointed at the garbage on the table and scolded me.
"You don't look like a guest here. You made my house a mess. Come on, come on. I have to finish cleaning up and have to catch up on the manuscript for the afternoon." Then he kicked me out without any explanation.
I muttered and returned to the newspaper office, but it was certain that Lao Huang must be hiding something from me, and it should be related to his recent outstanding performance. Maybe he was afraid that I would know about competing with him.
But after that day, Lao Huang came to my place to pick up samples as usual for a week, but he no longer talked to me or anyone else. The baby's wry smile when he took over the recording was actually gone, replaced by – I seemed to hear The two old Huangs were talking, like double voices or echoes. The difference was that one was older and the other was extremely young.
Lao Huang is still catching news everywhere, or in other words, the news is catching him everywhere. He has almost stolen the jobs of the photojournalists in all the columns of the newspaper. He doesn't care at all and receives generous remuneration every month.
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However, his face became increasingly ugly, and the few remaining oases above his head had completely withered away. The circles under his eyes were dark, and his skin had changed from yellow to the color of cement sand.
Finally one day, he grabbed me as I was about to go out.
Come, come to my house, please. I have something to tell you tonight.
I had expected this outcome, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
After get off work in the afternoon, I bought some braised vegetables and went home with Lao Huang again. I deliberately didn't let him ride in the car on the way.
what happened? If you want me to help you better not hide it. I asked Lao Huang. Lao Huang looked like he was hesitating to speak, and finally started to speak slowly with a choked throat.
"I thought I had picked up a treasure at first, but now it seems that it has become tightly attached." Lao Huang's voice was filled with tears.
"After that incident, I almost lost my job. My boss and colleagues didn't look at me seriously at all. In addition, I was old and slow to react, and I couldn't outrun those young people when I was in the news. So I drank heavily every day. Once I woke up and discovered something Strange things.
I went to my backpack to dig out my phone and found two of them.
They were all very similar. It took me a long time to distinguish between them before I found mine, because the other shell had some traces of being knocked off. Just when I was wondering, the note suddenly rang, and inside it was a woman's cry. Her voice was intermittent, and I couldn't find it at all. I couldn't hear it clearly, but the main idea was that she wanted me to take care of her child.
I heard it inexplicably, so I hung up the phone, but not long after I heard a child crying, which was very miserable. It was late at night, and I was lying in bed alone, looking for the source of the sound. What should I do if I find a dead mouse at home ? It's actually in the backpack.
I shook everything out of my backpack, and finally a black, palm-sized guy came out and disappeared in a flash. I was startled and thought it was a mouse, so I quickly grabbed a book and tried to catch up.
The light in the room was not bright, and I found that the thing was moving at high speed, and it was crying non-stop. The sound became louder and louder. I felt very depressed, so I yelled to stop crying!
The guy actually stopped, and that's when I saw it clearly.
The whole body is black, as if it is coated with cinders, and its long and pointed ears stand up high. It looks like a child, but much smaller. What makes me most uncomfortable is that its eyes are weird and bloodshot. Beating red. His limbs were like those of a gecko, firmly attached to the ceiling, and he turned his head to stare at me.
What surprised me even more next was that I actually heard the roar I just made.
Stop howling!
It was exactly the same as my voice, just like a tape recorder playing back, but it still sounded a little childish when stopped carefully. The little guy seemed very happy, but he seemed to only know this sentence, and then started to cry like a baby again. When I was at a loss, the phone rang again.
'Have you seen my child? Feed it well and it will help you. Remember, don't let it speak easily, because whatever it says will become reality. 'After that, the phone hung up.
In order to shut up the guy, I didn't think much and just found something to eat – such as the leftover bread or biscuits I had eaten. As soon as the little thing saw the food in my hand, he immediately jumped down, lay down in my hand and devoured it. After eating, he stopped moving, as if he was asleep.
I guess it's a kind of pet for the rich. With more money these days, ladies like to be different. Even raising cats and dogs can't satisfy them. Isn't that what they say? If you don't want to be sexy, you have to go. Character route, so snakes, geckos, leeches, earthworms and the like came. I guess the animal in front of me is an unknown animal that can imitate human voices. Since I think so, I let it sleep overnight and then go back tomorrow. Find its owner.
But I thought wrong.
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In the middle of the night, it suddenly screamed: "Someone downstairs was hit by a car!" It kept repeating this sentence, but it was still less than two o'clock in the morning. I was annoyed by its noise, so I wanted to go downstairs to the supermarket to buy some. A bottle of beer, but I found out that the supermarket owner was really hit by a car when he came out to take out the garbage, so I became his lifesaver in a daze – people in this area go to bed very early, and his broken ribs were stabbed into his lungs. He couldn't shout at all. If I hadn't come down, he would have died.
After this incident, I began to believe what the woman said. Sure enough, it can know all the news that has not yet happened in advance. I just need that good camera to wait at the designated place. You also know the following things. I relied on the so-called prophecy and suddenly became a famous reporter in the club. , and the little thing's appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and its taste is getting weirder and weirder. It likes to eat the internal organs of those animals raw. Everything it said happened without exception. Sometimes, I was really afraid that it would suddenly say that I was almost done playing.
What makes me most uneasy is the last few days.
It actually grows up, from a baby to a baby! "When Old Huang said this, almost his whole body was trembling again. He pressed his lips and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"Grow up?" I asked strangely.
"Yes, it has even begun to slowly turn into an adult, but its appearance is, forget it, I can't tell, you will find out when you come home with me." Lao Huang suddenly stepped up his pace. I looked up and saw that We arrived in front of that building.
Old Huang's hands were shaking when he opened the door. He finally opened it, but there was a stench inside.
Before the light outside dissipated, I felt that the stink was coming from a corner of the living room.
A dark figure squatted there, stuffing something into his mouth.
It seemed to be aware of it and jumped up suddenly, as agile as a monkey, but as Huang said, it lay on the opposite wall like a gecko, sticking out its black tongue and looking at me warily.
I was surprised to find that, except for the pair of long ears and bright red eyes, this monster looked exactly like Old Huang.
I looked back at Lao Huang, a little speechless. Lao Huang shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Anyway, I had to take a closer look, and with this thought in mind, I took a step forward.
"You will fall." The guy actually spoke, and it seemed to be Lao Huang's usual emphasis.
Before I could react, the sole of my foot slipped and fell to the ground. I didn't care about rubbing my butt and looked at the ground. There was nothing. I actually fell down inexplicably.
The "Old Huang" on the wall grinned and slowly crawled to my side.
When I got closer, I felt that the smell in its mouth was very strong.
"It eats these raw offal every day, and it likes to wait until it rots before eating it." Lao Huang resisted and walked over and picked up the blood-soaked plastic bag in the corner.
"I'm really going crazy, dealing with this person who looks exactly like me every day." Lao Huang said, suddenly putting a hand into the bag, he was doing the same thing almost subconsciously.
I watched in surprise as he picked up a broken piece of pork liver with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation. I yelled quickly, rushed over and knocked the things out of his hands. At this time, Lao Huang looked at me as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"What the hell am I doing?" Lao Huang shouted in pain when he saw the blood on his hands.
"You are feeding me. If you eat, I will eat." The guy actually replied with a smile. This time he wasn't crawling, but jumped down and walked up to us like a normal person.
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"Look, you are me and I am you." The guy who looked very much like Lao Huang said while rubbing his face.
Its face is aging violently, like a piece of rag being rubbed in water.
And Lao Huang's face was also slowly changing. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes slowly extended, as if an invisible hand was slowly cutting through it, and Lao Huang's breathing gradually became heavier.
"I am going to die. You are going to die too. I am you in the future, and what I see and hear is what you will see and hear in the future." It still used Lao Huang's voice, but it was extremely old. Lao Huang suddenly came to his senses temporarily, cried like crazy, and then rushed into the kitchen.
He held a kitchen knife in his hand.
I didn't have time to stop him, because the kitchen knife obviously wasn't going to hit me. In this case, Huang couldn't see anyone.
Because I found that his eyes also turned red, just like the monster.
He raised the knife and dropped it, as if disassembling parts, "Old Huang" was chopped into pieces by Lao Huang. The head was chopped off with the first cut, and with each subsequent cut, the monster was laughing, but the head rolling on the ground was still talking, as if reciting scriptures.
"If you kill me, you kill yourself. What I look like is what you will look like in the future." After repeating it many times, the head finally stopped turning, and black powder-like things spread all over the room, and the broken remains His limbs were melted away. I opened the window of the living room, and the wind filled the place. After a while, the living room became clean again, as if nothing had happened.
"Is everything okay?" Old Huang seemed to be saved, although he looked older.
But the cell phone in his pocket rang again. Lao Huang answered it hesitantly, but his expression turned even worse after answering.
I heard a woman crying from the mobile phone. Lao Huang handed the mobile phone to me, and all I heard in my ears was one sentence.
"You killed me, and then you killed my son?" was the only sentence that came over and over again. Even from such a distance, I could hear it extremely clearly.
"Go away and leave me alone." Lao Huang stopped making any sound. I comforted him a few words and had no choice but to go back. Before leaving, I was worried and took away his knife, but he looked like a wooden man, sitting against the wall, holding his head and crying softly.
I didn't go home, but went to the newspaper office. Fortunately, there was still someone on duty at this time, and I pulled up the previous archives of the main office.
Archives of Lao Huang’s last internal punishment.
It turns out that time Huang reported on an unmarried and pregnant girl, and she originally hoped to use Huang to seek help from society and make the irresponsible man repent, but Huang published her photo without authorization. He came out and wrote the girl as the mistress of a wealthy businessman. According to Huang's usual logic, since there is a photo, it must be included in the photo, otherwise the photo will be taken in vain, so that it can appear real. It turned out that the girl was a migrant worker who had no way to appeal and committed suicide by jumping off a building. People died, which caused a big fuss, but fortunately she didn't even have an acquaintance in this city, so Huang's responsibility was ignored.
However, it is said that the girl jumped from the building in the middle of the night. Before she died, she called Huang, but Huang did not answer the call at all.
Moreover, during the autopsy, the child in the belly was missing, but there was a blood stain extending far under the body's legs, as if it had crawled, and the mobile phone was also missing.
There was a photo of the girl, taken by Lao Huang, and there was another photo taken by the coroner. The photo of Lao Huang was delicate and pitiful, but the one that died had not changed much.
It's just that the eyes are red.
I shut down the computer and wondered if Huang would still be able to come to work tomorrow. Perhaps, even if he could still come, it would be nothing more than a body, and his soul would be gone.
As for when it was, whether it was today or the night when the girl died, I can't say. However, even entertainment reporters seem to often create tragedies. Whether they entertain those who read the newspapers or entertain themselves, I don’t know.
Note: Monsters, monsters of wood and stone, are also said to be the spirits of mountains and rivers. It looks like a three-year-old child, with red eyes and long ears, red and black, and likes to imitate human voices to confuse people.