Chapter 67 Fifth Story - Voyeurism

Qiao San is a horror novelist. Besides writing horror novels, he also has a hobby: peeping. Don't think that he likes to spy on beautiful women. In fact, he is only interested in voyeurism itself. Every night, he stood in front of the window with a telescope and peeked at the opposite building.The opposite building is a new building that has just been completed. Because of the high price, there are very few residents. Qiao San knew the situation of the building opposite very well. For example, in the house on the third floor from the left, the male owner seems to be a painter who lacks inspiration, sitting in front of the easel all day long, motionless, and the canvas is always white.The hostess is the painter's model, who sits bare buttocks opposite the painter all day long, motionless, like a plastic dummy.Later Qiao San finally realized that the woman was actually a plastic dummy.

Another example is the house on the fifth floor on the right. There lived an old couple. The old man was paralyzed and sat by the window every day, watching the birds flying by outside the window.The old lady seems to be a street cadre, inside and out, busy and restless, a bit like Sister Ma. Another example is the house on the second floor in the middle, a harmonious family of three, the husband comes back on time every day, the wife cooks well and can play the piano.My daughter has already entered middle school, and she has grown into a graceful figure. Every day when she goes to school, there are different boys waiting for her downstairs.

The other residents can be ignored, because Qiao San is only interested in these three families, and even has feelings for them. He often fantasizes that he is one of them. On this day, as usual, Qiao San turned off the lights and stood in front of the window with a telescope. First he pointed the binoculars at the old couple. At some point in the old couple's home, there was an extra man, wearing a black leather jacket, walking up and down behind the old man, rubbing his hands from time to time, as if he was complaining about something.The old man seemed unaware of his existence, always facing the window, and the old lady seemed not at home.

Joe San felt an inexplicable tension. He increased the magnification of the binoculars, and the man's face immediately enlarged several times - he couldn't help but gasped, the man looked so familiar!But just can't remember the name. The accident happened suddenly. The man took out a knife from his pocket, and suddenly inserted it into the back of the old man's heart. The old man struggled weakly for a few times, and then stopped moving.Then, the old lady rushed in from the door, wailing all the way (judging from the expression) and threw herself on the old man. The man came over and killed her with a knife.

Qiao San was stunned by the scene in front of him, until cold sweat flowed into his eyes, and then he suddenly came back to his senses and realized that he had just witnessed a murder! But Qiao San didn't dare to call the police, he was afraid of revenge, and he was less courageous than a mouse. Who said that people who write horror novels are bold? Qiao San regained his composure, and secretly raised the binoculars. It was pitch black in front of his eyes—the man didn't forget to turn off the light before he left! ? This time he pointed the telescope at the painter's house again.

The painter is still seated in front of the canvas, and the plastic dummy lies quietly on the floor opposite him, legs spread wide apart, looking lewd.At this time, the artist suddenly got up and walked towards the door.I saw the painter opened the door, stood at the door and waved his arms vigorously, as if trying to drive away something. what is he doingJoe San was puzzled.But he soon knew the answer, because a person flashed in from outside the door. Qiao San's heart flickered for a moment. That man was the murderer of the old couple, but at this time he had changed into a suit and a dark red tie, looking like a salesman.

The artist was arguing endlessly with the man, and he seemed very excited, and his almost crazy body movements could easily make people misunderstand that he had mental problems.The murderer just stood motionless in the doorway. Qiao San really wanted to remind the painter loudly: that man is very dangerous, he even killed an old couple just now! But he knew it was useless to do that, because there was a hundred meters between them and there were two windows of tempered glass.He could only quietly watch the development of the situation. After a while, the painter seemed to be tired of painting, so he turned and went back to the house.At this moment, the man rushed over like a leopard, and cut the painter's neck severely with a knife.The painter immediately softened, lying on the plastic dummy and twitching for a while.The man turned around and walked out, and he really didn't forget to turn off the lights before going out.It seemed that he was a murderer with good habits.

Another murder! In just ten minutes, Qiao San witnessed two murders! Qiao San felt a deep fear, and tremblingly, he pointed the telescope at the family of three. At this moment, the husband is sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, the wife is knitting beside him, and the daughter is reading a magazine on her mother's shoulder—a harmonious scene. However, the harmonious scene did not last long, and that person still appeared. The place where that person appeared was the kitchen, which made Qiao San feel unbelievable and difficult to accept.But Qiao San had no way to investigate, he could only wait and see the development of the situation.This time the man was wearing a shiny black raincoat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.He stood quietly, as if waiting for a certain moment to come.

After a while, the daughter stretched herself, stood up and walked towards the bedroom.As soon as the daughter left, the husband couldn't wait to kiss his wife on the face.The wife shyly put down the knitting in her hands, and obediently followed her husband into the bedroom. Qiao San nervously watched the movement of that person.After about ten minutes, the man walked to the gas stove and started fiddling with the gas valve.Half an hour later, the man appeared downstairs. He took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers, followed by a loud bang from his head. It was as if the ground shook.Qiao San suddenly remembered that the man's name was Li Chaoyang!

As soon as an old man who looked like a professor entered the office, the young doctor stood up to meet him. "Professor Wang, you are finally here. This is the first time you have encountered such a difficult case, so you have to go out of your way." "Tell me about the patient." "The patient's name is Li Chaoyang. He was deeply involved in the works of a horror novelist named Qiao San and couldn't extricate himself. He imitated the plot in the book and murdered his parents, brother, brother, sister-in-law, and niece. Then he went crazy and thought he was Qiao San. "

The old man frowned: "Where is he?" The young doctor walked to a wall and slowly opened the curtain, revealing a huge piece of glass—— A man in a hospital gown was shivering shivering in a corner, holding a toy telescope tightly in his hand.On the opposite side of him, on a huge wall, a building was drawn with colored chalks. There were only three windows on it. The first window had a photo of the painter on it, and the second window had an old man, A photo of the old lady, and a photo of a family of three pasted on the third window...