长篇鬼故事 - 恐怖故事之桂花散

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回到家后，我大病一场，足足在家休养了两周。即使这样，我也没有完全恢复过来，每当我打开电脑想要提笔写恐怖小说的时候，总会想起那次笔会，我想我应该把笔会的经历写成恐怖小说吧。

但是，我心中还有太多的疑团没有解开，这些疑团如果不解开，那场笔会给我落下的病根也许会一直如影随形。为了解开这些疑团，我曾经很多次在QQ里看到方芳，总想跟她说说我看到的事。不过却不知从何说起，恐怖写手所说的话，恐怖编辑会相信吗？！

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一个月后，我收到一张请柬。一家传媒公司邀请我参加了一档电视节目的开播仪式。

那档节目叫“神秘之旅”。

我按照请柬上的时间地点去前往参加，到了现场我才知道，我竟然是酒会的主角，因为我就是那个电视节目的主角。

前面我告诉过大家，方芳的男朋友欧阳瑞是一个极具创新精神的电视制作人。几年来，他一直在策划开辟一个新的电视栏目，为了这个新栏目，他付出了相当多的精力和心血，到节目开机前，可以说是万事具备，只差演员了。我不清楚他们选演员有什么特殊的要求，我只知道，最后我被选中了。

有一部美国电影叫《楚门的世界》，电影里的主角楚门，是一个从出生就开始被记录着的人。他身边的一切都是假的，包括他的父母、同学、妻子，电视台专门为他搭了一个超级大的摄影棚，也就是他生活的小镇。这所有的一切，都是为了24小时不停歇地播放到世界各地。

当我踏上举办笔会的小山村里开始，我也就变成了摄像机下的楚门，那个美丽绝伦的小山村，就是我表演的大摄影棚。在里面，除了我是真实的外，我身边的一切，包括方芳、何炯、房东老大娘、甚至河里的女尸、塌方的场景、被掩埋的废屋，这一切的一切，全都是假的。

他们利用了我这个恐怖写手的好奇和探索精神，一点一点把我引入了一幕幕人为制造的诡异事件之中，真实地记录了我的恐惧及心理。

我虽然在事后对自己在不知情的情况下被偷拍感到有些愤怒，但我理解方芳和欧阳瑞对恐怖世界的探索精神，更重要的是看在一大笔片酬的份上，最后还是同意他们播出了这档经过剪辑后的节目。

只是迄今为止，我仍然有许多想不通的地方，比如那个神秘的背背篼的老头，我曾经问过方芳，她除了假装抽抽叶子烟、一步步把我引进恐怖之中外，从来没有假扮过什么老头，而她帮我问过欧阳瑞，剧组里也根本没有安排过任何老头的角色。

我一直没有告诉方芳和欧阳瑞，那一夜，吓晕我的并不是抽着叶子烟的方芳。真正把我吓晕的，是她背后漂浮在半空中那个背背篼的老头。

也许，真正的恐怖原本就是没有解释的吧！

Introduce:1 just ate breakfast in the morning that day, my mobile phone cried desperately. It is Fang Fang's phone, "You are busy recently what went, the mobile phone always closes machine, I began to call to you from yesterday. " ground of urgent fire fire asks Fang Fang. "Ah, busy move deals with an exam, what urgent thing is there? " I ask. "Party time shifted to an earlier date, must your arrangement come over? " Fang Fang say. "Time does not have a problem however, but why to want to shift to an earlier date? " I indissoluble the ground asks. "Preparative work shifts to an earlier date be in order, the time of the party also shifted to an earlier date accordingly. Will set out tomorrow, you must punctual arrive! " Fang Fang say. "If someone else does not have a problem, I also do not have a problem, I am punctual tomorrow arrive. " I am laughing to agree. She starts the party that just says on fragrant phone, it is a diminutive pen is met actually, those who attend a party is a few horror fiction that must come a little very much on the net at ordinary times keep a hand. Nevertheless, a when we just build in Fang Fang group in chat, never still had met. One day, fang Fang tells me, she was made an appointment with group a few friends in do a pen to meet, the purpose is to give everybody to offer face-to-face communicate an opportunity. I am originally have an insatiable desire for the person that employ, such favour is be the first to be affected of course. Fang Fang once had told me, the place that the pen meets is her boy friend helps of arrangement, in an around not quite famous hill. We solicit comments sits in the car that takes hill now. The atmosphere on the car relaxed, ground of be in harmony of its Le Rong is talking about everybody day. Everybody did not notice hill path is more and more tortuous, signs of human habitation is more and more exiguous. I drove a draft last night, boiled an all night almost, get on a car to begin snooze so, essential brokenhearted chat with them. Wait for my shut-eye to awake, that side fellow that discovery a moment ago returned in spirits walks unsteadily the ground was asleep, some still made part of speech even. I look at a window bored to deathly outside, the car is advancing in half half way up the mountain, did not know when to have very big fog on hill. Such weather should not have so big fog, gangmaster of my curiosity ground stands by car window, want careful look. It is in smoother, unexpectedly somebody. That is a hill civilian, look from the back, it is an old man, he is carrying Dou of a big back on the back, going step by step on the road. The car caught up with that walking old man very quickly, after Che Chao crosses him, I looked subliminally later. There is a person on the road! do I look spent an eye? Is or big mist gobbled up him? The car turned to come out from hill eventually, gave mountain, the ground like that mist miracle disappeared. Window of car of my gangmaster smell, hui Wanggang just walks along the big mountain that cross, that hill is enveloped as before in smoother, uncannily cloak lived oneself real look. Big