Chapter 14 Eighty-fourth night sprites

Some offices seldom do business, like the boss’s or the marketing department’s, but the former directs others to work outside, while the latter is directed by others. The place I live in is only a dozen square meters, and the remaining space except the printer, desk and computer It's clear at a glance, but fortunately, everyone rarely stays together at the same time-except for the unified typesetting and printing samples on Friday. It is also true that Lao Huang and I only see each other almost once a week. Lao Huang is not old, nor is his surname Huang.He is in charge of the entertainment section, and he is quite gossip, but thinking about it, it is his duty, so he doesn't find it annoying.

But he always likes to tell pornographic jokes. There are many female staff members in the editorial department. Over time, he is called Lao Huang. So as long as there is a little impatience or disgust on other people's faces, stop immediately. In addition, you are always kind and helpful to people on weekdays, and occasionally some jokes are harmless. This morning, he and I were old together, so he had no choice but to pull me to talk. "Do you know who the ancestors of our journalists are?" Lao Huang not only likes to tell jokes, but also likes to ask some irrelevant questions.

I shake my head. Lao Huang naturally proudly told me that it was Zhang Liang. Now I can't even shake my head, you are talking nonsense, I immediately responded, but this is what Huang wants. Remember when the Overlord was trapped in Gaixia, didn’t he sing?Old Huang laughed.Yes, I suddenly felt that I was fooled by him, but since I'm bored, I'll just listen to him. Isn't he thinking of Yu Ji 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 hooligan? You are wrong, people actually read Yuji, but Yuji is an entertainment reporter, an entertainment reporter, what can I do with you.Think about it, who were the two most famous male artists at that time?It's Xiang Yu and Liu Bang, who are the most famous female artists?Yuji, right?So Zhang Liang reported to Xiang Yu's subordinate soldiers that Xiang Yu and Liu Bang were not fighting for the world, but actually fighting for women talents. Meaningless cannon fodder, so Zhang Liang is our reporter, to be precise, the ancestor of entertainment reporters.

I couldn't help laughing, and suddenly looked carefully at Lao Huang. The top of his bald head was like a football, with fluffy pieces of hair hanging on his shiny scalp. Although he was only forty, he was very They are very haggard, like a piece of dried pickled radish that has been exposed to the sun for many days, with dry and wrinkled yellow skin. It is difficult for them to work harder than us, and they are often chased around like ducks, plus staying up late and getting up early. Sun, I really thought that if I touched some treasures, I would be fine, clean and white, and I could be an old boy instead of an old boy. That's completely deceiving myself.

But when I saw him recently, I found that not only the face, but the whole person seemed a little strange. He is not married, to be precise, he just got divorced. Divorce in their department is commonplace. Changing wives is more diligent than changing negatives. Sometimes the time spent in arms around a camera is longer than that of a woman. I am afraid that unless the other party can grow into a camera, it will not matter. will be happy. But every time I hear him answering the phone recently, there are always bursts of baby sounds, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing. I asked him once if he used a ringtone that sounded like a child, but he said no, and strangely said he didn't hear it at all.

The most interesting thing is that Lao Huang seems to be getting more and more happy. His luck is very good. He has exclusively captured several big news. The most exaggerated one was a famous male star who went to the street late at night in a hurry to go to the toilet. I didn't find it for a while, so I just hid in a corner and solved it. In the end, this was also photographed by him.It was amazing. Later, the male star wanted to sue him, but Lao Huang didn’t care. After the lawsuit, both of them became popular. The male star was asked to shoot an advertisement for a diuretic drug that clears the urinary tract. It is said that the advertisement has been carefully considered for a long time. It was said that my site peed on me, and there were also suggestions that it was less than ten years, but in the end, it was Lao Huang's sentence that he drank a certain kidney treasure, and he pissed forever and was adopted.The two became good friends later, but the celebrity begged Lao Huang to pat him to urinate, and save some face for other things, so Lao Huang also became a pillar of the newspaper overnight, and the newspaper's circulation soared.For more than a month, he was present for almost all major events, but when asked, he just said luck.

Think about how he caused a big disaster last month because of an inaccurate report. Fortunately, the agency thought he was old enough to smooth it out. In fact, the victim has no background. This is how the world is. The rich are more sweaty than the poor. Blood is worth money.It is said that the sufferer even called Lao Huang before the accident, but Lao Huang answered it lazily. Maybe the bad luck has come to an end, so now it's all good. Seeing Lao Huang answering the phone and leaving in a hurry, I couldn't help but smile. Not long after Lao Huang went out, the sound of the mobile phone came from his drawer again.I had no choice but to find out and chase downstairs, but Lao Huang had disappeared.

When I had to answer the phone myself. There was only a baby crying in the microphone, which was very ear-piercing. After feeding for a long time, the crying became louder and louder. I was on the receiver, but the crying sounds came from behind, or from all directions, surrounding me. I felt something was wrong and immediately closed the phone. At this time, my phone rang unexpectedly, and it was Lao Huang who just answered it, but didn't he bring his mobile phone. "Ouyang, tell the boss, I'll show a big sample later, and I've captured something good again, that's it, I won't say more." After finishing speaking, the phone hung up.

So the phone in my hand is not Lao Huang's. But the mobile phone showed the phone number of Lao Huang's home.Thinking about being fine now, I suddenly felt like a prank—could it be that Lao Huang secretly hid the beauty in the golden house, and also had an extra doll. It was probably the woman who beat me just now, and he dared not speak when he heard my voice. Thinking of this, the explanation makes sense. I also know Lao Huang’s family. I haven’t been there for a long time, so I just went to 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's just a routine three schools on weekends, and there's not much work, so I rushed to his house after saying hello. Lao Huang lives in the staff building newly built by the newspaper office. He is an old man, just in time for the last class to raise funds at his own expense. The house is not expensive, but it is not affordable either. A typical small two-bedroom house. I helped him move, but I haven’t been there since then. He hadn’t divorced at that time, but judging from the relationship between the two, it’s not too far away. Lao Huang is worthy of being an entertainment reporter. In addition to his good eloquence, he often goes to court and finally divorces him with ease. In the end, he won the house, but his ex-wife threatened to retaliate angrily. Tickets, if you have the time, it's 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 didn't open. I pressed it again, but this time it took longer, and I could almost hear the music inside while standing outside the thick door. There was no one in the corridor, and I was stuck in it like a log. Just when I thought no one was inside, the door opened again. Putting on a routine smile, he lowered his head and was just about to hand over the food bag that he was carrying sorely, when he suddenly found that there was no one in front of him. But the door is open. Now it was my turn to be 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 such a woman who didn't know the rules. Fortunately, the layout of the house has not changed much from that meeting. I found a pair of slippers, slipped them in, and placed the presents on a square wooden table covered with glass. I thought that 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 didn't feel that anyone was there, so I shouted a few more words, only my own voice responded to me. "Perhaps the new sister-in-law is deaf, but it's impossible for the child to sleep like this?" I wondered, so I tiptoed into the inner room. One room was empty with some debris and old furniture. The other room is just a single bed. I know that bed, and I helped him find it from a second-hand market last time.There is only a desk and a computer on it next to the bed.I didn't see any clothing for women or children. When I grabbed my body and wanted to go to the kitchen, I suddenly heard the sound of snorting and swallowing and chewing food behind me. When I looked back, I found that the table was full of food crumbs, and the cakes and fruits were gone. Even if it's an eating competition, it's too fast. Perhaps, people can't eat so fast. Now the house only has a kitchen and a toilet that have not been seen.That thing can only hide in these two places. The toilet is not big, there is nothing in it, and the kitchen is only a few square meters, but there are many large cabinets under the counter. I opened the cabinets one by one, and there were nothing more than pots and pans and kitchen utensils that were not put aside for the time being.But next to the last cabinet, there were some yellow cake crumbs that looked like millet. I stretched out my hand slowly, just as I was about to open the cabinet, the door rang. Old Huang is here.I had to hurry over. What are you doing here?Lao Huang looked at me in surprise, his head was covered with sweat, his face was still black from the smoke, and he held the camera carefully in his hand. It's not like you left your phone in the office, and I haven't been here for a long time, so I brought it here by the way, but someone opened the door for me, but when I came in, I saw nothing.I deliberately procrastinated the word ah, and Lao Huang's face was a little uncomfortable. Who told you to come in?Maybe it's because I didn't lock the door properly, but fortunately it's you, if it's a thief, I'll play. It seems that although I have nothing, I still need a dog at home. Old Huang, what exactly did you raise at home?I suddenly asked a question. No, nothing.Lao Huang was a little flustered. 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 eat with you here. Before I can finish my meal, a stench comes from the bag. I hurriedly looked at the light. They were all bloody internal organs. "What are you buying this for? I remember you said that you hate eating offal." I threw the bag to him. "It's none of your business!" Lao Huang was a little angry, pushed me to the gate, and pointed at the garbage on the table and scolded me. "You don't look like a guest here, you messed up my house, hurry up, I have to catch up on the manuscript in the afternoon after I pack up." Then I was kicked out of the house without any explanation. I muttered and went back to the newspaper office, but what is certain is that Lao Huang must be hiding something from me, and it should be related to his recent outstanding performance. Maybe he is afraid that I will find out that he is competing with him. But after that day, Lao Huang came to me for a week to get samples as usual, but he stopped talking to me and no one else, and the sound of the baby’s wry smile when he took the memo was gone, replaced by—I seemed to hear The two old Huangs were talking, like binaural or echo, the difference was that one was older and the other was very immature. Lao Huang is still catching news everywhere, or the news is catching him everywhere. He almost robbed the jobs of photojournalists in all columns of the newspaper. However, his complexion became more and more ugly, and the few oases that were left on his head were completely withered.The eye circles are black, and the skin has also changed from yellow to the sandy color of cement. Finally one day, he grabbed me who was about to go out. Come, come to my house, just tonight, I have something to tell you. I had expected this outcome, but not so soon. After get off work in the afternoon, I bought some stewed vegetables and went home with Lao Huang again.I deliberately didn't let him take the car on the way. what happened?If you want me to help you better not hide it.When I asked Lao Huang, Lao Huang was hesitant to speak, and finally spoke slowly with his throat choked. "At first I thought I picked up a treasure, but now it seems that it has been stuck tightly." Lao Huang's voice was full of tears. "After that incident, I almost lost my job. The boss and colleagues didn't look at me at all. In addition, I was too old to respond slowly, and I couldn't outrun those young people when I ran the news. So I drank heavily every day. Once I woke up, I found something. Weird thing. I went to my backpack for my cell phone, only to find two. They are very similar. It took me a long time to find my own, because the other shell was knocked off. Just when I was wondering, the note suddenly rang, and there was a woman crying in it. Her voice was intermittent. Can't hear clearly, but the main meaning is still understood, she wants me to take care of her child. I was baffled by what I heard, so I hung up the phone, but not long after I heard a child crying, it was very miserable. It was late at night, and I was lying on the bed alone, looking for the source of the sound everywhere, and finally it was in my backpack. I shook out all the items in the backpack, and finally a black palm-sized thing disappeared with a whiz. I was startled and thought it was a mouse, so I quickly took a book and tried to chase it. The light in the room was not bright, and I found that the thing was moving at a high speed, and it was still crying, the sound was getting louder and louder, and I was very depressed, so I yelled, stop howling! The guy actually stopped, and that's when I saw it clearly. The whole body is black, as if painted with cinders, the long and thin ears stand up high, it looks like a child, but much smaller, what makes me most uncomfortable is that its eyes are as strange as bloodshot throbbing red.Like a gecko, his hands, feet, and limbs were firmly attached to the ceiling, and he turned his head to stare at me. And what surprised me even more was that I actually heard my own roar just now. Stop howling! It was the same as my voice, just like a tape recorder playing back, but it was still a little immature when I stopped carefully. The little guy seemed very happy, but it seemed that he only knew this sentence, and then started crying as a baby.When I was at a loss, the phone rang again. 'Did you see my baby?Feed it well, it will help you, remember, don't let it talk easily, because what it says will come true. 'After speaking, the phone hung up. To shut the guy up, I didn't think much of it, and just found something to eat—I ate leftover bread or biscuits, for example.When the little thing saw the food in my hand, he immediately jumped down, lay in my hand and devoured it. After eating, he stopped moving, as if he was asleep. I guess it is a kind of pet for the rich. These days, the money is too much to burn the bag. Those noble ladies like to be different, and raising some cats and dogs can’t satisfy them. Isn’t it like this, if you don’t go sexy, you have to go Personality route, so snakes, geckos, leeches, earthworms and so on all came. The one in front of me is estimated to be an unknown animal that can imitate human voices. If I think so, I will let it sleep overnight, and then go tomorrow Find its owner. But I was wrong. In the middle of the night, it suddenly yelled: "Someone downstairs was hit by a car!" It kept repeating this sentence, but it was still before two o'clock in the morning. I was annoyed by its noise, so I wanted to go downstairs to the supermarket to buy I found out that the owner of the supermarket was really hit by a car when he came out to take out the garbage, so I became his savior in a daze. People in this area go to bed early, and he was pierced into the lung by a broken rib. He couldn't shout at all, if I hadn't come down, he would have died without a doubt. After this incident, I began to believe what the woman said.Sure enough, it can know in advance all the news that has not yet happened. All I need is a good camera waiting at the designated place. You also know the following things. I rely on the so-called prophecy and become a famous reporter in the agency. , 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 the most.Everything it said happened without exception. Sometimes, I was really afraid that it would suddenly say that I was almost done. But what disturbs me the most is the last few days. It actually grows, grows from a baby! When Lao Huang said this, his whole body was trembling again. He licked his lips, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. "Grow up?" I asked strangely. "Yes, it even started to slowly become an adult, but its appearance is, forget it, I can't tell, you and I will find out when we go home." Lao Huang suddenly stepped up, I looked up, and it was already Arrived in front of that building. Lao Huang's hands were shaking when he opened the door, and he opened it with difficulty, but there was a foul smell inside. The light outside was still on, and I sensed the stench coming from a corner of the living room. A dark figure crouched there, stuffing something into its mouth non-stop. It seemed to have noticed it, and jumped up suddenly, as agile as a monkey, but as Lao Huang said, it lay on the opposite wall like a gecko, sticking out its black tongue, and looked at me vigilantly. I was surprised to find that, except for the pair of long ears and bright red eyes, this monster actually looked exactly like Lao Huang. I looked back at Lao Huang and was speechless.Old Huang shook his head and smiled wryly. In any case, I had to take a closer look, and with that in mind, I took a step forward. "You will fall." The guy actually spoke, and it seemed to be the emphatic tone that Old Huang usually used. Before I could react, the soles of my feet slipped and I fell to the ground with a slap. I didn't care about rubbing my butt, and looked at the ground. There was nothing there. I actually fell down inexplicably. The "Old Yellow" on the wall grinned and slowly crawled to my side. When I got closer, I felt that the stench in its mouth was very strong. "It wants to eat these raw offal every day, and it likes to eat it after it rots." Lao Huang walked over reluctantly, and picked up the plastic bag soaked in blood in the corner. "I'm really going crazy. I treat this person who resembles me every day." While talking, Lao Huang suddenly put a hand into the bag, and he almost subconsciously did the same. I watched in surprise as he picked up a piece of broken pork liver with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.I yelled quickly and rushed over to knock out the thing in his hand. At this time, Lao Huang looked at me as if he had just woken up from a dream. "Me, what the hell am I doing?" Lao Huang cried out in pain when he saw the blood on his hands. "You're feeding me, and what you eat is what I eat," the guy replied with a smile.This time he didn't crawl, but jumped down and walked in front of us like a normal person. "Look, you are me, and I am you." The guy who looked very old Huang said while rubbing his face. Its face was aging violently like a piece of rag rubbed in water. And Lao Huang's face was also slowly changing, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes slowly extended, like an invisible hand slowly cutting over, and Lao Huang's breathing gradually became heavy. "I'm going to die. You're going to die too. I'm the future you. What I see and hear is what you see and hear in the future." It still used the old 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 again. He held a kitchen knife in his hand. I didn't have time to stop it, because the kitchen knife was obviously not cutting at me. In this case, Lao Huang's eyes couldn't see anyone. Because I found that his eyes also turned red, just like that monster. With the hand raised and the knife dropped, "Old Huang" was chopped into pieces by Lao Huang, as if dismantling parts.The first cut cut off the head, and every time thereafter, the monster was laughing and laughing, but the head rolling on the ground was still talking, as if reciting scriptures. "When you kill me, you kill yourself. My appearance is what you will look like in the future." After repeating many times, the head finally stopped turning, and as black powder-like things scattered all over the room, those broken remnants Limbs melted away.I opened the window of the living room, and the wind filled the place. After a while, the living room was clean again, as if nothing had happened. "All right?" Lao Huang seemed to be saved, although he looked older. But the cell phone in his pocket rang again, and Lao Huang answered it hesitantly, but his face became even uglier after he finished. I heard a woman crying from the mobile phone. Lao Huang handed the mobile phone to me, and there was only one sentence in my ear. "Did you kill me, and then my son?" There was only one sentence repeated over and over again.Even at such a distance, I can hear very clearly. "You go, let me be alone." Lao Huang didn't make a sound anymore, I comforted him a few words, and had no choice but to go back.Before I left, I was worried and took his knife away, but he was 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 were still people on duty at this time, so I called up the previous archives of the head office. About the archives of Lao Huang's last punishment in the company. It turned out that Lao Huang reported an unmarried and pregnant girl, and she originally hoped to use Lao Huang to seek help from the society to ask for help from the society, and hoped to make that irresponsible man repent, but Lao Huang posted her photo without authorization. It came out, and wrote the girl as the mistress of a rich businessman. According to Lao Huang's usual logic, since there are photos, they should be photographed, or they will be taken with a blank face, so that they will appear real.It turned out that the girl was a migrant worker who committed suicide by jumping off the building after having no way to appeal, and she died, which caused a scene of trouble. Fortunately, in this city, she didn't even have any acquaintances, so Lao Huang's responsibility was gone. However, it is said that the girl jumped off the building in the middle of the night that day. Before she died, she called Lao Huang, but Lao Huang didn't answer it at all. And during the autopsy, the child in the stomach disappeared, but there was a bloodstain extending far under the legs of the corpse, as if crawling, and the mobile phone was gone. The girl had a photo, which was taken by Lao Huang, and there was another photo, but it was taken by the autopsy officer. The photo of Lao Huang was beautiful and pitiful, and the photo of the dead girl didn't change much. Just red eyes. I turned off the computer, wondering if Lao Huang would be able to come to work tomorrow.Perhaps, even if he can still come, it is just a body, the soul is long gone. As for when it was, whether it was today, or the night the girl died, I couldn't say.But even the entertainment journalists seem to be making tragedies on a regular basis. Whether they are entertaining those who read the newspapers or themselves is not known. Note: sprites, monsters of wood and stone, are also said to be the essence 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.