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Midnight, people already asleep, the little hero still sit in front of the computer, his novel conception of silent night on the keyboard sound so clear, finally ended on a novel, the little hero because of smoking, excessive and numbness of the mouth upward, he is very happy, write so long novels, never tonight such inspiration, three hours to write the word of his novels, ten thousand at the screen, at that time! He ordered a new mail box, look, he disappointed sigh, is still blank, he always does not understand oneself crazy wrote so many horror novel why no one can be adopted magazine?
He tired and give yourself a cup of coffee, he cooked a turn on the computer and look into the black, black is he's a black cat, right now, is the bow stood on the computer by those with green eyes stare at him a little cool, through his bone marrow, his strange behavior, in the black house stayed more than half a year, never to computer on black, never use so sharp eyes see his eyes, he is afraid that, in a murderous look! -
Thought of here, he couldn't help laughing, just a cat, how may have murderous look? Writing a novel * * * are neurotic, especially as the special wrote horror fiction, spirit is depressed will appear many people no illusion, he drank coffee a bare, return to the computer, his eyes bright and had a new mail, he quickly leave this email, suddenly, a row of black characters full of his eyes, today's soon quick amazing!
This is a "grave" of the first 100 manuscripts culvert...
See here, the little hero trembling lit up a cigarette, so, to settle this exciting, this is he wrote novels to receive network request, his first letter licked dry lips to look down at from, black, computer, jump into his arms, he gives little black tango, "meow -", black fled like jumped down!
This is a "grave" of the first 100 articles: contain the manuscripts around an apartment to write stories written request, terrorist tricky novels.
Length: any words.
Book: a thousand words 100-300. Note: if you received this letter manuscripts, have interest, please tomorrow evening at 8 o 'clock to rub road 13 apartment!
Cigarette is hot enough to burn the fingers, the little hero to just return to god, to say a horror novel is really your strengths, but why should go to an apartment? He looked at it carefully sealed manuscripts, "the story revolves around an apartment to write, asked to write fiction." terrorist weird And this apartment is going to the novel's theme is? The little hero is a stubborn and adventurous man, he hopes to one day oneself can have certain influence in the novel, his dream to become a horror writer. Thought of here, he decided to rub road tomorrow night at 13 apartment!
All he can to calm myself down, he seems some hysterical, he wants to tell the person of whole world, I finally have the news magazine sent him manuscripts culverts. But he ignored the manuscripts, no sign culvert!
In the evening at seven o 'clock, he gave the best of friends, the LinZhi call LinZhi voice tired.
Last night, I LinZhi culvert manuscripts received.
Very good.
I'm really very happy, write down the apartment, etc.
What? Apartment? What apartment?
Oh, yes, they asked to rub road 13 apartment to write this story.
What? How has this request? It is strange!
On a flat, may need to write this atmosphere, okay, don't say with you, so, bye, wait me the good news.
Hello! Hello! Don't rub road, the road.
On the phone LinZhi shouted along while, but the little hero has hung up the phone!
Eight!
The little hero stopped a TAXI driver sit up, was a middle-aged man, his face white scary, cold asked a sentence, where are you going?
Rub road 13 apartment!
Then the driver stopped talking, just look ahead, the noodles have no facial expression, not driving the car was cold in winter, the little hero was exceptionally dozen cold stands, as if in a ice, he looked at the driver strabismus, his face is kind of weird expression, some grim. The little hero only hope to arrive early rub, he turned and 13 at window, the darkness is, this is a never walk the road, as there is no house, is the wasteland. He gently asked the driver to? No wrong?
Here! Pale and desolate.
The little hero car window, the car has again in a hurry he stopped, the money will pay off, an old old apartment in his eyes, his ausgestorben, only heard the voice, his heart sutra, don't know oneself how, he suddenly want to go, but the impulse of TAXI has not know when to leave, he was bewildered, at the door of the apartment of a slight cough, a little to remove his shadow, he is not only a few steps back, fixed the shadows, he always thought of myself as a don't know what is the man, but the moment did not understand why let him so frightened, helpless!
第一百个坟墓
深夜，人们早已进入梦乡的时候，小杰依然坐在电脑前构思自己的小说，寂静的夜里敲打键盘的声音如此的清脆，终于小说划上一个句号的时候，小杰因抽烟过量而麻木的嘴角向上牵了牵，他非常的开心，写了这么久的小说，从来没有今晚这样的灵感，三个小时就写了一万字的小说，他看了一下屏幕上的显示时间，深夜三点！他点了一下信箱，看看有没有新的邮件，他失望的叹了口气，依旧是一片空白，他一直不明白自己疯狂的写了这么多恐怖小说为什么没有一篇能够被杂志社采纳？
他疲惫的起身给自己煮了一杯咖啡，他一回头，眼神落在电脑上的小黑身上，小黑是他养的一只黑色的猫，此时，正弓着身子站在电脑上用那双散发着绿光的眼睛盯着他，一丝凉意穿透他的骨髓，他奇怪小黑的举动，在这间屋子住了半年多，小黑从来没有跳到电脑上，也从来没有用这样尖利的眼睛看他，这种眼神让他害怕，里面透着一种——杀气！
想到这里，他禁不住笑了起来，只是一只猫，眼里怎么可能会有杀气？写小说的**都有些神经质，特别是像自己这种专门写恐怖小说的，精神压抑就会出现许多常人没有的幻觉，他端起咖啡一口喝个精光，再次回到电脑前的时候，他的眼睛一亮，居然有一封新的邮件，他迅速的点开这封邮件，顿时，一大排黑色的字布满了他的眼帘，今天的网速快的惊人！
这是一个《第100个坟墓》的约稿涵……
看到这里，小杰颤抖的摸索出一根烟点燃，重重的抽了一口，企图平息这种激动，这是他写网络小说半年来收到的第一封约稿涵，他舔了舔发干的嘴唇继续看了下去，偏偏这时候，小黑从电脑上一跃，猛的跳进他的怀里，他重重的给了小黑一个巴掌，“喵——”的一声，小黑逃也似的跳了下来！
这是一个《第100个坟墓》的约稿涵文章要求：故事围绕一个公寓来写，要求写恐怖诡异的小说。
篇幅：字数不限。
稿酬：一千字100——300.注意：如果你收到这封约稿涵，有兴趣的话，请于明天晚上八点到搓路13号公寓！
烟头快要烫到手指的时候，小杰才回过神来，要说写恐怖小说确实是自己的强项，可是为什么要去一个公寓呢？他仔细的看了看这封约稿涵，“故事围绕一个公寓来写，要求写恐怖诡异的小说。”，是不是要去的这个公寓就是这个小说的主题呢？小杰是个固执而且喜欢冒险的人，他希望有一天自己能在小说界有一定的影响，他做梦都想成为一个恐怖作家。想到这里，他决定明天晚上八点去搓路13号公寓！
一整天他都无法让自己的心平静下来，他开心的似乎有些歇斯底里，他想要告诉全世界的人这个消息，终于有杂志社给他发约稿涵。可是，他却忽略了一点，这封约稿涵根本没有署名！
傍晚七点，他给最好的朋友林志打电话，林志的声音有些疲倦。
林志，我昨晚收到约稿涵了。
很好啊。
我确实很开心，等下去那间公寓写。
什么？公寓？什么公寓？
哦，是这样的，他们要求去搓路13号公寓写这篇小说。
什么？怎么有这样的要求？真是奇怪！
围绕一个公寓来写，可能需要这种气氛吧，好啦，不跟你说了，就这样，拜拜，等我好消息。
喂！喂！根本就没有搓路这条路呀。
林志对着话筒喊了半天，可是小杰已经挂了电话！
八点！
小杰拦了一辆TAXI坐了上去，司机是个中年男人，脸色白的吓人，他冷冷的问了句，去哪里？
搓路13号公寓！
然后那个司机便不再说话，只是看着前方，面无表情的开着车，不是冬天，车厢里却冷的出奇，小杰浑身打了个冷站，仿佛呆在一个冰窟里，他斜眼看了一下那个司机，他的脸上是种诡异的表情，有些阴森。小杰只希望能够早点到搓路13号，他转头看着车窗外，路边是一片漆黑，这是一条从来没有走过的路，好象没有房屋，是片荒地。他轻轻的问那个司机，到了吗？没开错地方吧？
到了！苍白而凄凉的声音。
小杰再看车窗外，车已经停下了，他匆匆的付了钱就下了车，一间古老破旧的公寓立在他的眼前，四周一片死寂，只能听见自己心跳的声音，他一下楞住了，不知道自己该怎样了，他突然有种想回去的冲动，可是那辆TAXI已经不知道什么时候离开了，正在他不知所措的时候，公寓的门口发出一阵轻微急促的咳嗽声，一个瘦小的黑影向他移了过来，他不仅后退了几步，死死的盯着那个黑影，他一向认为自己是个不知道什么是恐惧的人，可是这一刻却不明白什么原因让他这样害怕，无助！ |
