Chapter 8: Urban Supernatural Fiction (Red and White Comedy) 08: Premonitions of Madness...
I suddenly felt a damp and cold touch on the tip of my ear.
It was Wen Yuxi's lips that touched the tip of her ear. If it weren't for this, Song Qingqing would never have known that her ears were so ticklish.
Song Qingqing was so frightened that she almost fell down, and she screamed uncontrollably. She quickly moved the phone away to prevent Shen Zhe from hearing her scream.
But his hand slipped and the phone fell directly on the bed.
Wen Yuxi supported himself on the edge of the bed on the girl's left side with one hand. He saw that she was covering her left ear and distancing herself from him. Her whole face was red, even her fingertips were pink, and she looked at him with moist eyes with accusation.
Before Song Qingqing opened her mouth to ask herself, an apologetic expression appeared on Wen Yuxi's pale and beautiful face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."
It was intentional.
"I just heard the news from Vancouver, and I'm a little anxious."
No one knew the cause of that fire better than Wen Yuxi. It was just karma.
Wen Yuxi said sorry, but after he finished speaking, his lips were slightly pursed, and the cold tip of his tongue gently touched between his teeth.
The tip of the tongue and between the teeth still seem to retain the softness from just now.
He...just couldn't suppress his instinct when he heard the word "brother" several times with a sense of dependence.
The instinct of ghosts towards the living.
Song Qingqing looked at the sincere and harmless look of apology on Wen Yuxi's face, but did not take it to heart. After all, the heroine was once a native of Wen Village, so it was normal for her to be anxious when she heard the news from her hometown.
"Don't do this next time." The girl, who was not very angry to begin with, pursed her lips, picked up the phone that had just fallen, and unlocked the screen.
The call was disconnected and the signal went gray again.
On the other side, Shen Zhe turned on the speakerphone of his mobile phone, listening to the looping tone of "no one answered the call", and thought of the harsh sound just now.
He had been exposed to supernatural events for a long time, and no one knew better than him what Nazra's noises meant.
Dead ghosts can interfere with electromagnetic fields. This is one of the conclusions drawn by the Paranormal Administration based on case data.
Shen Zhe, who had not been home for half a month because he was investigating a case at the Administration, leaned back in his chair, and the fatigue between his deep brows could not be concealed. He raised his hand and rubbed his tightly furrowed brows.
Shen Zhe sat quietly for two or three minutes, stood up, picked up the uniform jacket on the back of the chair, and walked straight out the door, dialing the phone at the bureau as he walked.
"A temporary emergency mission. Arrange a vehicle to go to Xiangyun Ancient Town. A group of college students went there."
There was no mention of Song Qingqing's existence.
When Shen Zhe walked to the door and realized what he had done, he couldn't help but curse inwardly.
He is so fucking sick!
The cases of students falling from buildings at the Normal University Affiliated High School have not been fully investigated, but now they have gone to Xiangyun Ancient Town, hundreds of kilometers away, to investigate.
But the vehicle arrangement application has already been submitted, it is impossible to just not go.
The investigation car arrived very quickly. The driver was Xiaopang, an experienced driver in the team. He had a chubby face and looked very pleasing.
Shen Zhe opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat with a sullen face. His facial features were already sharp, and now with his tense face, he exuded an aura of keeping strangers away.
But Xiaopang, who had worked with Shen Zhe for so long, was not afraid at all. While waiting for the traffic light, he approached Shen Zhe with a smile and asked, "Who is so fearless as to provoke our brother Zhe?"
Shen Zhe closed his eyes to rest, without even opening them, and said coldly, "Just drive your car obediently."
Far away in Xiangyun Ancient Town, the culprit who had provoked Shen Zhe, Song Qingqing, suddenly sneezed.
She held the phone in her hand, and slowly remembered what Shen Zhe said about Vancouver having been abandoned for decades, and her face gradually turned pale.
There is no living person in the entire Vancouver Village.
Then...what are those Wen Lao Si who talked to them during the day and those villagers from Wen Village who came and went?
When everyone separated in the evening, Wen Laosi invited the president and several other boys to his house for a drink.
In the small courtyard, several boys and several villagers from Wencun sat around a table and chatted.
Wen Laosi poured them some wine enthusiastically, saying, "This is our home-brewed rice wine. It's not too strong. Drink more, young men."
The president had drunk several glasses and felt a little dizzy. He took out his chopsticks and put a piece of white meat on the plate into his mouth to suppress the alcohol.
While chewing, he wondered if it was because of the folk culture in Vancouver?
Why was the atmosphere so quiet at night when everyone was drinking and eating snacks? Apart from Wen Lao Si, only these students spoke throughout the whole time. The other people from Wen Village would occasionally respond with a few "hmm" or "um" and then fall silent.
Or is he tired from working in the fields during the day, so he just eats and drinks?
In the past, when he and his classmates went to the bar to drink, the atmosphere was noisy and bustling everywhere. It was not as quiet and awkward as it is now.
The alcohol started to take effect, blurring his vision. The president was distracted and saw the plate of white meat in front of him moving.
Are you moving?
He took a closer look and almost vomited.
That wasn't white meat at all, it was clearly wriggling white maggots. The president jumped up with a start, and the stool he had just been sitting on fell over.
Wen Lao Si asked him with concern: "What's wrong? Are you drunk?"
The other villagers also raised their heads and looked at the young man in front of them with expressionless faces.
The president recovered and his gaze fell on the plate of white meat again. He rubbed his eyes and didn't see a single wriggling maggot.
Did he see it wrong?
"It's okay, it's okay. I just feel a little hot after drinking it." The president raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his head.
It was summer, but he was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.
In fact, he was not the only one who noticed something was wrong. Several other boys were also sweating profusely, but they didn't dare to say anything.
Wen Lao Si came over and poured him some wine: "The alcohol content of my rice wine is so low, how could you get drunk? Come on, drink some more."
As he spoke, Wen Lao Si lowered his body.
The other boys clearly saw that as Wen Lao Si lowered his head, a dead white eyeball slid down his eye socket and fell into the president's cup.
But the president was so focused on the plate of white meat that he didn't notice anything unusual right next to him.
The boy sitting next to the president suddenly stood up and reminded him tremblingly: "President... your, your cup..."
There is something.
"What's wrong with my cup?"
The president took the cup handed to him by Wen Lao Si in confusion, and looked at it carefully according to the boy's instructions. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it, but when he did, he was almost scared to death.
An eyeball rolled around in the red wine, noticed his gaze, and turned over to look at him.
The president screamed in fear and threw the cup away.
Wen Lao Si said quietly, "Why are kids so rude nowadays?"
"Yeah, he refused to eat the good food and wine."
Wen Laosi, who was missing an eye, held the boy's arm and said, "Young man, would you like some more to drink?"
Several boys turned pale, and ran away without even turning their heads.
After running for a long distance, one of the brave boys turned around and found that there was no house there. It was clearly a large wasteland with several tombstones.
When Song Qingqing trotted to Wen Laosi's yard, she saw from afar several boys running out of Wen Village screaming, holding their knees and gasping for breath.
Fortunately, it looked like he was just scared and nothing happened. Song Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Qingqing returned to the room and woke up Li Wei and Zhou Yun who were still sleeping in bed.
Li Wei and Zhou Yun were frightened during the day, their nerves were tense, and they slept lightly at night. Song Qingqing shook them and they woke up.
"Qingqing, what's wrong?"
Song Qingqing packed her suitcase and tried to calm her trembling voice. "Wen Village is very weird. My brother just called and told us to leave quickly. The president and the others have been scared and ran away."
At this moment, the two people who were originally a little confused suddenly woke up, got out of bed very quickly and helped Song Qingqing pack her luggage.
The three of them finished cleaning up in no time.
Song Qingqing took the two of them and walked out of Wen Village.
After walking for a while, Song Qingqing stopped and looked at the empty spaces on both sides of her.
Zhou Yun and Li Wei disappeared, and a thick fog rose around them.
A sudden cold breath came from the back of my neck.
"Song Qingqing."
The tone was gentle, a little cold and hoarse, as if it was stained by mist.
Something was calling her name, and calling her whole name.
Song Qingqing knew she couldn't turn back.
People have three fires, one on the top of the head and one on each side of the shoulders. If you hear someone calling you while walking at night, you must never look back. If you look back, if one of the fires goes out, it means that the yang energy is weak, and these evil ghosts will have an opportunity to take advantage.
Song Qingqing dragged her small suitcase and took a few quick tentative steps.
I heard footsteps following closely behind me. They were very subtle and could not be heard at all if I didn't listen carefully.
Song Qingqing stopped and the footsteps disappeared.
"You're leaving?"
The cold and damp air gently wrapped around the girl's white ear tips, then moved slowly and stayed on her neck for a long time.
Song Qingqing didn't notice that the cold breath left a few red marks on her fragile and white neck. They were not big, and more like red spots from insect bites.
The biting cold penetrated through the girl's fingers, clasped her five fingers, and peeled off the handle of the suitcase.
Immediately afterwards, Song Qingqing felt that her waist was also entangled by the unknown object.
The red ribbon tied at the end of her hair fell down and was patiently tied around the girl's slender waist, with a beautiful bow tied behind her waist.
A white chiffon long skirt with a red ribbon tied at the waist, red and white interlaced.
His cold fingertips carefully stroked the end of the ribbon, as if he was thinking about something.
Song Qingqing froze. Even though she was slow-witted, she could still feel the thing approaching.
Wen Yuxi did not show up, but leaned his chin on the girl's shoulder and whispered in her ear again: "Are you leaving here?"
Even though he spoke slowly, it was difficult to conceal the ghostly aura that escaped from him. Strands of it wrapped around the girl's slender fingertips, ambiguous yet ominous.
Wen Yuxi lowered his eyelashes, and his dark pupils flashed with a dim light.
Song Qingqing stiffened and felt the restraint around her waist. She lowered her head and saw the red ribbon tied around her waist. She finally realized who was standing behind her.
"elder sister?"
Wen Yuxi did not answer.
"Wen Yuxi."
She called him in a soft voice, thin and weak, but she seemed to have made up her mind that he would not hurt her, so the slightly rising ending tone sounded like the proud chirping of a bird on a branch.
A cold, damp sigh reached the girl's ears, and no emotion could be heard.
"You're leaving?"
It repeated the question again, its tone dangerous.
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