Author: Youdaoyan

On September 17, 1992, I seemed to hear His voice again. Was He still unwilling to let me go?

On September 18, 1992, it got worse. His voice became louder and closer at night, but my wife was still sleeping. She was pregnant. I couldn't go crazy at this time and disturb her rest.

On September 19, 1992, I couldn't sleep. I really couldn't sleep. I kept the light on in the study all night on the pretext of work. My wife was asleep in the next room. I found that pregnant women sleep very well because I couldn't help it.

She didn't wake up all night as she banged her head against the wall to dispel the voice of the toad in her head.

On September 20, 1992, I couldn't sleep at night for the past few days, and I seemed to have a mental problem. I always felt that the things on the ground on the roadside were some kind of toads and frogs, but when I took a closer look, they were not.

On September 23, 1992, I was in a coma for several days. The doctor said that I was overworked and exhausted. When the boss of the newspaper heard about my incident, he felt very sorry for me. None of the members of our newspaper talked about the boss or the employees in private.

class, very close relationship

After my boss’s wife learned about my family situation, she went to take care of my wife for a few days. When I woke up, my boss decided to give me a month-long vacation to let me have a good rest. I wanted to refuse, but I didn’t know what to do.

Explain, because it's not his fault.

I was discharged from the hospital on September 24, 1992. I lied that I was too nervous to fall asleep. The hospital prescribed me sleeping pills. With the help of the pills, I finally managed to fall asleep. However, my sleep was also tiring. I ran in a slippery road.

Moss and Unidentified Spores

Running through the burrows of plants, the touch of the soles of my feet made me feel like the ground was alive, as if I was stepping on the mucus-covered body surface of a toad. Behind me, there was always a giant figure that could not be seen in its entirety, dancing in the shadows.

The toads and frogs were chasing me so hard that it was driving me crazy.

On October 2, 1992, I seemed to have developed a resistance to sleeping pills. I woke up in the middle of the night. Dreams and reality seemed to switch seamlessly because the calls of toads and frogs never stopped in my ears.

On October 3, 1992, I was probably crazy and tried to find the source of the sound. While my wife was sleeping, I took a kitchen knife and searched around the house. It seemed that it was everywhere, but there was nothing there. It seemed

The sound is in the bed again?

On October 4, 1992, at my strong request, my wife returned to her parents' home. I asked my wife to stay at her parents' home and have a good rest during the pregnancy. For this reason, my always gentle wife almost had a big quarrel with me. I knew she was very worried.

Worried about me, but why am I not worried about her? Last night when I was looking for a sound, I climbed onto the bed after the sound and almost raised a kitchen knife to cut open my wife's stomach. I went crazy thinking that the sound was coming from my wife's stomach.

On October 6, 1992, I missed the days when my wife was by my side. I had to admit that my cooking skills were really bad. Because of my wife’s absence, I gradually became bold enough to go out on the street in the middle of the night to look for people.

Lie down and stick your head into the dark, smelly ditch

Here, I put on my slippers and stepped into the flower bed, pushing aside every leaf. I was afraid that I would see His presence somewhere while exploring, but I lost my mind and seemed to be obsessed with the exploration. I hope that the neighbors will not see it.

That's great, otherwise my wife and I would probably have to move.

On October 7, 1992, there was a heavy fog last night, but I did not give up my plan to find the voice. But not long after I went out, I met the robber. He was standing in the fog, and the flashlight hit him

The flat-headed figure looked a little weird in the photo. I almost forgot that this was not my peaceful era yet, so I turned around and ran without hesitation. I ran as fast as I could, but that person who I don’t know what he looked like was also chasing after me with all my strength.

run

I went home and avoided danger. Afterwards, I thought about it and realized that the robber's footsteps seemed a bit strange. When the fog lifted during the day, I braved the bullet and went back to the old place, but I was almost frightened to death by the things in the woods.

.I found that after my footprints in the woods, there were always weird forefoot footprints, and those footprints were also webbed. This made me scared to think, could it be that the person chasing me last night was actually a frog with a humanoid body?

!?

On November 27, 1992, after being chased by a frog that time, I temporarily gave up the dangerous behavior of chasing sounds, and I gradually realized that although those sounds were annoying enough, they were not unbearable, and as long as I

If I don't take the initiative to pursue the sound, that human frog...the source of the sound will not take the initiative to harm myself. For the sake of my wife and future children, I decided to suppress my crazy side.

1992…

Fang Mu quickly flipped through the diary. The rest of the diary seemed extremely ordinary, but he still read between the lines the repressed emotions of the diary owner. Hidden behind this period of ordinary life was a madman whose writing became more and more agitated.

.

These diaries recording ordinary life continued until February 1995. Subsequently, the diary owner's excessive suppression and concealment of his inner feelings still had a bad influence on him.

On February 16, 1995, my wife woke me up last night. When I woke up, I found that I was standing on the balcony. My wife was holding me, and my three-year-old son Jianhua was also crying while holding me.

One of my thighs...I was sleepwalking! My wife cried very hurtly

I kept comforting her until Jianhua fell asleep in his wife's arms. My wife couldn't bear it anymore and asked me what was wrong. I didn't hide it this time and told her the pain I was suffering.

A monster that looks like a giant toad frog keeps appearing next to me.

On February 17, 1995, although it was unbelievable and my wife did not completely believe what I said, she still chose to accept my words and asked me not to restrain my emotions, hoping that I could face my fears and problems. However,

I didn't dare to tell her that the outcome was actually doomed, and in my heart I was no longer willing to wade into this muddy water. After all, I didn't have much time to spend with them.

On February 18, 1995, my wife's firm and encouraging gaze made me determined to go back to the starting point and find out the truth of everything. First, I had to return to the southern Guangxi area and meet again with the patriarch of the Mo clan there.

.

On February 24, 1995, I had been preparing for the trip for several days, and today I was finally leaving. I was recording my diary on the train, and thought of my wife’s words before leaving: “It’s your first time going there, and you’re still alone.

Be careful with everything." I told her that nothing would happen to me because I knew my death was not yet in time.

On February 25, 1995, there was no cheap and popular developed transportation. I took a sleeper bus bumpyly on the road for a day and a night before finally arriving at my destination. Damn, my feet upstairs really stinked! I got off the bus and took a seat.

Got on a three-wheeled motorcycle and arrived at a county town

I settled down temporarily in a small town and found a hotel close to the station to check in. At the front desk of the hotel, I saw a shrine where a local animal deity was placed. It was a frog standing on the wall with a painting on the back.

Full of mysterious and bright patterns.
Chapter completed!