故事大全 - 悬疑故事之诡意

真正应该是这样——

当时我看着她的脖子，修长、紧实而富有弹性，没有一丝颈纹显得青春而活力。在她白皙的皮肤下，我依稀能看到她血管里血液的流动，充满了蓬勃的生命力。这是我见过最美的脖子，巧合的是我这篇新作的女主角也拥有这么漂亮的脖子，一时间我脑海中的女主角形象和她完美地重合到一起。

我贪恋地看着她的脖子。许久，我终于忍不住伸出手触碰了一下，我看到她的身体明显一颤，然后用一种不可思议的眼光看着我。但她只是看着我，并没有愤然离去。我想说如果当时她离开的话，应该是她的幸运？还是我的不幸？

渐渐的，我把触碰换成了抚mo，一寸一寸地抚mo着她的脖子，我想像得到，当时我是怎样的表情，应该像一个狂热的艺术追求者正在抚mo着艺术大师的杰作。慢慢的，她好像适应了，身体从僵硬的状态中解脱出来，她半眯着眼温驯地靠着我，还居然时不时的发出一两声轻吟。

她应该猜测到我接下来会做什么，对于一个成熟的女人，这应该不难。

但，我想说的是，她猜错了。

当我用力地把一支钢笔扎进她脖子的时候，她的身体猛然地抽搐起来，一时间痛苦、不信、绝望和恐惧全写到了她的脸上，她用力地挣扎着，我完全没有想到，像她这样一个柔弱的女人，在拼命的时候几乎挣脱了我的控制。我当然不会让她如愿，我把全身都压在了她的身上，用力地捂着她的嘴，掐断了她的呼救，然后把她脖子上的钢笔猛然一抽，我依稀听到她喉咙里发出一声绝望的悲鸣，一泉温热的液体猛然间喷到了我的脸上。

我低下头“轻吻”着她脖子上的疮口，一股带有铁一样味道的液体在我的舌尖流淌，空气里弥漫着一股异样的芬芳，我的鼻子不由地猛然一吸，那气味像毒品般刺激着我的脑神经。我感觉得到，就在这一刻我要的那种感觉终于降临了！

直到她的身体不再动弹，明亮的眼睛也被灰暗笼罩了起来，我才放开了她的身体，抚过她的头靠在我的肩膀上，我侧过脸在她海藻般柔软的头发上不断摩挲。然后趁着那种感觉未消失前飞快的敲打着键盘，看着一段段诡异而绚丽的字句出现在屏幕里，我终于长长地舒了口气，按下了保存键。

接下来只要一周的时间，我确定只需要一周的时间让我再打磨推敲一番，这将是一篇超越我以前所有作品的文章。

当我再次抚mo她的时候，她的体温早已冰冷，我感激地亲吻了一下她美丽的嘴唇之后，迅速地处理好现场的一切。我没有想到，处理尸体的过程居然再一次引发了我的灵感，让我有了新的点子。当然，这将出现在我的下一本作品里。

所有的事就是这样。

等等，故事好像还没结束，她的尸体跑哪里去了？糟糕，连我也忘记了。不过，这未尝不是一件好事。连我都忘记了，应该不会有人找得到吧……

结束，或者是另一个开始

“老公，你在想什么啊？牛奶都凉了。”铃的声音把我从回忆中拉了回来。

我看看手中的牛奶，又看看她，“我在想下一部作品的故事情节。”

“那么快就有新灵感啦？快告诉我是个怎样的故事。”

“嗯……”我摸着下巴，思考了一下说：“是个男人杀害了自己妻子的故事。”

“那么残忍啊！不过，我还是要第一个看。”

“好啊，我答应你。牛奶凉了，去帮我热一下。”我晃了晃手中的杯子。

铃应了一声，接过杯子转身向厨房走去。我敢保证，如果她这时候转身的话，她一定会看到，我正拿着一只钢笔在半空中比划着，并仔细地打量着她的——脖子……

“铃，你可能当不了我下本书的第一个读者。对不起，我食言了。”

好了，这就是我的故事，一个故事的结束，或者是另一个故事的开始……

Introduce:I do not have chock such kind hate passes a person, also do not have such kind had loved a person. If somebody asks me, what is Tartarean, I can reply: Now is Tartarean; And if ask me again, what is heaven, I can reply: Now also is heaven. The blood that becomes me from the body slowly prediction of a person's luck in a given year when, the thing before also begins to blur gradually, quiet of a frozen feeling comes however, I know death has gone to me. I did not fear, true. When because a person gets,freeing oneself, meet only more and more loosen. When the pleasure that enjoys disengagement in me however, the face of a man appears in my eye shot, on animosity and the face that are kept apparently in him angrily. This man has a lot of capacities, he is the person that my this all one's life loves most, also be my this all one's life most the person of hate. And now, his identity is to kill me, to my unfixed person —— constant sth resembling a net is promoted. I always do abjection wife recently same a dream, dream of constant sth resembling a net to promote killed me. Funny is I do not have a rancor completely however to him, have kind of unfixed joy instead. Listen to a person to say dream and reality are contrary, dream middling sth resembling a net is promoted killed me, so he can be killed by me instead in reality. This inference is really funny, may I kill constant sth resembling a net to promote? May, probably which day I do not love him, I can kill him, true. But those who let me did not think of is, actually he killed me first, be in December 12, 2008, of my birthday that evening, his word tears off my heart thoroughly. Yes, he kills my heart, attack faultlessly kill! I remember the case that evening clearly still, that is the most luxuriant birthday in my life, the Western-style food hall of flower, red wine, 24 buildings, have us only two people. In the music with ordinary water, I and he has dance lightly in dance pool, await me to feel me am immersed to be in happiness can clearly in those days. But, when sound was knocked noisy at 12 o'clock, constant sth resembling a net begins the unstressed syllable pronounced without its original pitch side the ear in me said: "We still part company. " part company? I do not have mishear. After saying this word, devouringly of his last time sucked my neck, leave sadly next. Lamplight went out, theatrical respond to a curtain call, that one just blossoms in night sky, flowery and coquettish love fireworks is in however the brightest when, disappear in inky night sky suddenly. I stand in the hall that does not have one person for nothing, clearing away broken heart, resemble extremely a clown. That momently, constant sth resembling a net is promoted killed me. Go up at the beginning of colorfully decorated lantern, this city is immersed in business again, in the subway by the platform of 10 lines, I am wrapping the coat that goes up personally forcibly, looking attentively at the pedestrian of contact. I can feel