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In the dead of night, B Building fell into a deathly silence. Under the dim lights of the road, a shadow stretched and moved on the ground …

"Tap, tap, tap …" It was the sound of someone stepping on the stairs outside. It was an uncontrollable heartbeat. Soon, that sneaky figure arrived at the living room's door on the second floor. He took a deep breath and pulled out a key from his pocket.

'Squeak! 'The door was opened. The person tiptoed into the room. He proficiently felt around the wall and pressed lightly on a bump on the left wall. Warm light spilled over the entire living room — it was none other than Su Yi, who had been watching the blood-colored amber for almost a month.

It was a simple world. In the large living room, there was only a coffee table and a leather sofa. On the wall opposite, there was a large screen of plasma television. On the left wall hung a calligraphy — "The purpose of my existence is to write." There was an almost sickly stubbornness in the large, vigorous words.

Su Yi's body turned and his gaze fell on the dark curtain. Not just here, in the living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the windows of almost all the rooms in the apartment, were these dark curtains. They seemed to indicate an attitude, an attitude that protected the room.

This apartment's configuration was almost exactly the same as the apartment building D that he rented. Su Yi walked in familiarly and with ease. The first room on the right was the bedroom. Su Yi walked over gently. With a turn of the doorknob, the door did not budge at all — it was locked. Su Yi once again took out that small key. This time, he spent quite a bit of effort before he finally opened the bedroom door.

He touched the chandelier switch and pressed it.

The snow-white light suddenly scattered down. Su Yi subconsciously closed his eyes — this light was too intense. It was brighter and more dazzling than ordinary incandescent lights. He covered his eyebrows with one hand and looked around.

When Su Yi saw the potted plant next to the curtain, his eyes suddenly widened and his body nearly stiffened. Heavens, his eyes weren't seeing things, right? There was actually a huge potted plant there. The basin was about the size of two washbasins and had a long, black trunk that was as thick as a man's wrist. The trunk rose straight up from the soil, reaching almost all the way to the ceiling. Countless leaves the size of a palm-leaf fan extended from the main trunk. The leaf was very thin, almost as thin as a piece of paper. The leaf did not have any of the meridians that a normal plant leaf would have. Instead, it appeared to be an even greyish-green color, as if it was painted in ink.

There was no doubt that the strangest thing in the whole apartment was this potted plant. Just what kind of plant was this? It could actually grow to such a state under the environment of not seeing the sunlight all year round?

According to Su Yi's recollection, the blood-colored amber never opened the window, nor did it open the curtain. Even if this plant was placed right next to the window, it probably wouldn't be able to get much sunlight. Was it photosynthesis by light?

No, maybe not. Recalling the strange actions of the blood-colored amber, Su Yi bravely took a step forward, wanting to investigate it thoroughly. Soon after, he discovered that there were a lot of words written densely on the plant's leaves. What was even weirder was that these faint words didn't seem to be written on it. Instead, they seemed to have seeped out from within the leaves.

With the light, it didn't take Su Yi much effort to see the words on a leaf, "I shouted for help, but the surroundings were completely silent. All he could hear was the sound of him ripping my clothes apart. He grinned like a devil from hell … "

Su Yi was extremely familiar with this style of writing. This was precisely the style of writing for the blood-colored amber. Heavens, why would his novel appear on the leaf? No, or was it this strange potted plant that gave birth to a novel? What kind of plant was this? Su Yi couldn't help but cast his gaze towards the potted soil.

Suddenly, a small piece of pale white thing caught Su Yi's attention. He bent down and after seeing the object, he sat down on the ground in fright — it was actually a little finger! The bottom half was buried in the soil, and the top half had a fingernail dyed gold with nail polish.

"No, no —" At this moment, a bloody scene appeared in front of Su Yi's eyes once more — a pool of dark red blood, and the fragmented tissues and organs of the human body rose and fell within the blood …

Su Yi limply fell to the ground. His face was pale white, his pupils constantly shrinking, his fingers turning blue, his body trembling. Fear and horror spread through his heart like seaweed sprinkled with growth hormone, filling it up in an instant …

Suddenly, with a "clang" sound, a transparent liquid flowed out from the main stem of the plant. Su Yi, whose entire body was limp, was already powerless to dodge. He could only watch helplessly as the liquid separated into tiny droplets of water in the air before dispersing like a cloud, finally forming a small ball of pale white clouds. As the clouds and mist drifted over his face, he felt light-headed and lightheaded. His vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

After who knows how long, Su Yi finally slowly woke up. He could only feel his limbs aching and unable to move. It turned out that something rough had bound his hands and feet. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that he was tied up and thrown under the potted plant.

That's right, that mist just now had knocked him out.

A figure stood in front of him, looking down at him. Against the light, Su Yi was unable to see his face clearly, but he still recognized him with certainty. "You are Blood Amber!"

Su Yi was extremely familiar with him. After all, he had watched this person for nearly a month.

"Yes, it's me!" The other party generously admitted that his voice was very cold. Compared to the voice Su Yi had heard on the phone before, the "live version" voice was even more gloomy and sinister.

"Why don't you ask me who I am and why I'm here?"

"I'm not interested in any of this." "However, the security here is much worse than I imagined. It seems that after I deal with you, I'll have to change my writing environment. So troublesome! "

"Resolve …" Su Yi chewed on this terrifying word in shock, "You want, you want to kill me?"

"Of course!" Crimson Amber leaned to the side and raised her hand, revealing a shining fruit knife.

"Why?" Su Yi forced himself to calm down. "Why?"

"Why?" Blood Amber laughed like she had heard the funniest joke, "Because you saw my tree! Fortunately, I had installed a stress device in the treehouse — the moment strangers came in and approached it, they would be blinded by the etheric spray. "

"Book tree? Is this the weird plant? Just because of this? " Su Yi yelled in indignation, "No, I'm not willing!" Even if I have to die, I have to understand! "

"Dead?" The blood-red amber took a step forward, carefully stroking a leaf of the plant, "Alright then, I'll fulfill your request. I love telling stories. "Now, let me tell you the story of this tree."

As she said that, the blood-colored amber's voice softened a lot. "You should be able to tell that I am of good birth. Since I was a child, I have eaten, worn, and used the best — I was raised by my parents as the heir to the company. Originally, I should have followed the route that they had set out for me, studied, inherited their businesses, and married a suitable wife. However, every time I was alone in the dead of night, I would hear a voice roaring inside me: "Is this how you live your whole life?"

Actually, Su Yi also had this feeling. His life was also going according to the rules, and he was being toyed with like a doll. Perhaps it was because of this that he fell in love with Qiao Hong, who was eight years older than him.

The Blood-Amber went on to tell her own story: "Until then, I was exposed to the writing profession – I didn't need that pathetic amount of money to support my life, nor did I need the admiration of those readers. I just like to write, especially horror novels. Every time I finish a good horror novel, I feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction and pleasure. Since then, I have also written a lot of excellent works, but a few years later, it seems to have run out of talent, never to be able to write a good novel again. Am I lost, uneasy, even frightened, or does God want me to give up writing and live with my father's company? No, I'm not willing! By chance, I got a secret recipe. It was an anonymous letter from a man who claimed to be my reader, with a magical seed attached to it and a method of planting it. "

"I understand. Is that seed this weird plant? " Su Yi was suddenly enlightened. "Its leaves can grow words, and that's how it became your novel?"

"Looks like you're not stupid." The blood-colored amber coldly glanced at Su Yi. However, when his gaze turned to the tree, it immediately became incomparably gentle, as if it was looking at his most beloved treasure.

"Do you know how this tree grew?" The blood-red amber gently caressed the tree. "It was watered with my blood — for the first month after the seed was planted, I would let the seed drink ten drops of my blood every day." After that, I didn't have to bleed every day, but every other week I fed it my own blood. "Under my care, the tree thrives. You see, it is almost at the roof now."

"Are you crazy?" Only now did Su Yi understand why Crimson Amber's face was so pale — it had been bleeding for a long time!

"I'm not crazy." The blood-red amber gave him a white eye. "Writing is the love of my life, and I am willing to give anything for it. The book tree had grown out, but words could not appear on the leaves. To make it a real book tree, I need a raw material. "

Su Yi suddenly thought of the finger he saw in the soil. He forcefully suppressed the churning disgust in his chest and questioned, "Is it that finger? "For this, you go around killing people …"

"No." Bloody Amber shook her head resolutely. "I've never killed anyone, I just drive to the city funeral home in the middle of the night. I bribed the people there and paid a lot for some fingers on a body that was about to be cremated. Money is almost universal in this world, you know, and few people check that the fingers of a cremated corpse are intact. Of course, not all of the corpse's fingers meet the requirements. I only need the fingers of the victims in those horrible murders — after the fingers have been buried in the soil for some time, the leaves of the tree will show the bits and pieces of the finger's owner's body. Naturally, the horrible scenes of his death will also reappear. "I organized these words as material, and one by one the most realistic horror novels were born."

"I understand," Su Yi took a deep breath, "You bought Qiao Hong's finger to create this novel, and I found the clue from the plot of your novel to the murderer."

"Who is Qiao Hong and what is the case?" Crimson Amber gently shook her head, her eyes filled with indifference. "I don't care about that. I only care about whether I can write outstanding horror novels or not."

"This isn't an creation at all, it's a shameful plagiarism!"

"My hands are used to write. I really don't want to kill anyone, but you actually saw the book tree, so there's only one way left to go — you will become the first victim in my hands, and I hope you will also be the last."

"Demon!"

"After I kill you, I'll cut off your finger and put it in the soil. That way, I'll be able to create a brand-new novel — the reader spying on a writer …"

Bang! A loud sound was heard, interrupting the words of the blood-colored amber. He subconsciously turned his head, but he saw everything. An anxious footstep sounded in the living room, approaching the bedroom.

"Your 'dream' may fail." A mysterious smile suddenly appeared on Su Yi's lips. "I forgot to tell you. Before I came here, I made a friend who was also interested in your matters. I've been recording it ever since I got here, and it's been sending it in a colorful letter. Blood Amber, just you wait, my friend is coming. "

Blood-Amber's face twisted, and shock and fear flashed in his eyes before they finally turned into a violent frenzy. He raised his blade fiercely, and with a cruel and urgent voice, he said, "The bedroom door has already been locked by me, they won't be able to come in that quickly. At least until then, I can kill you and finish the last horror story of my life. "

"You're crazy!" Seeing that the shining blade was about to grab his neck, Su Yi used all of the strength in his body and rolled, barely dodging the fatal strike. The blade grazed past his arm, leaving a wound on his forearm. Dark red beads of blood oozed out.

That smear of red caused the blood-red amber's eyes to be tainted with a layer of berserk red. At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a tyrannical lion as he fiercely pounced towards Su Yi.

In a split-second, Su Yi abruptly raised his bound leg and fiercely kicked the flower pot on the tree. The top-heavy tree began to shake, trying to topple to one side. The blood-colored amber's attention was completely attracted by the shaking tree. He hurriedly threw away the fruit knife and rushed over to save the tree.

At this moment, the bedroom door was slammed down. A tall, handsome man stood in the doorway, his face grim. Behind him, a policeman raised a black pistol at Crimson Amber.

The blood-colored amber froze. While he was in a daze, his precious book tree fell to the ground. Its leaves quickly turned deathly gray, as if all of its life force had been sucked out of them.

"No, no!" Crimson Amber squatted down and hugged the upright trunk like a madman, "No, no, this shouldn't be the case. I haven't even finished my last terrifying novel, no …"

Officer Fang walked up quickly and effortlessly stopped the author who had lost his soul.

"Su Yi, how are you?" The tall man crouched down and gently untied the rope on Su Yi's body.

"Lu Xiang, you're finally here." Su Yi smiled tiredly. "If only I had been a little later …"

"That won't happen. We have been waiting behind the door all this time for him to come out. He wants us to come out at the critical moment!"

"You!" Su Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Lu Xiang is just teasing you. Do you really believe this?" Officer Fang rolled his eyes at Su Yi, "Alright, I'll take this person back to the police station first. Lu Xiang, I'll leave the rest to you. "The thing you're looking for, the old fart, should be in this house."