Chapter 100 Weird Stories, Welcome Home?
In the speeding taxi, Feng Yuhuai took a few deep breaths, handed the phone back to Yang Tuo, and then took a few deep breaths again, trying to stop his towering chest from rising and falling violently.
Yang Tuo was sitting in the seat next to him, glancing over from time to time.
Unfortunately, Feng Yuhuai didn’t have a system, otherwise, she would have been able to see the prompts that continuously appeared above Yang Tuo’s head—“Color value +1, +1, +1, +1…”
However, Feng Yuhuai was troubled by anger at the moment and had no intention of paying attention to these details, while Yang Tuo also had no intention of speaking because of some dirty thoughts in his heart.
The car was unusually quiet, with only the voice of a man with a magnetic voice slowly telling a strange and bizarre story on the taxi radio:
[The man pounced on the woman beside him like a hungry beast, full of primitive impulse. ][The woman shyly pushed the man away, slowly got out of the car, and walked towards home with light steps. The man followed her closely like a shadow. ][The room was immersed in darkness, and suddenly the lights came on, reflecting the clothes scattered on the ground beside the bed. Two bodies were entangled together, at this moment...][An abnormal change happened without warning, a strange black hand suddenly stretched out from under the bed, and the woman pushed the man towards the black hand in fear. ][The man was tightly grasped by the black hand. He struggled desperately and called for help, but found that the woman did not look back. She had quickly jumped off the bed and fled the room. ][The man looked at the woman's disappearing back in despair, and his body was gradually dragged into the shadow under the bed until he disappeared. ][The next day, the head of the patrol room found a twisted and deformed male corpse under the bed. ][The woman knelt beside the corpse, her crying was full of fear and grief, tears and sorrow intertwined into a bleak picture. ][Everyone knew that it was the man who bravely stood up and protected the woman when terror came. ][Three months later, the residents of the community gradually forgot the thrilling incident. The woman was sleeping in bed, and was suddenly awakened by the sound of water coming from the bathroom. ][She got up and walked to the bathroom, turned on the light, and saw a man standing under the shower, holding a brush tightly in his hand, scrubbing his body vigorously, but those stains seemed to never be washed clean. ][The rotten skin and dirty black corpse fluid dripped with the water, forming a disgusting picture. ][The man turned his head, his eyes fell gently on the woman, and he said in a voice so soft that it was almost heartbreaking: "Dear, don't worry, I will wash it clean, you go to the bed and wait for me, this time, don't leave me alone again..." ] The weird story seemed to have not been finished, and the taxi had arrived at the destination.
Feng Yuhuai turned her head to look at Yang Tuo, and seeing the hunger in the latter's eyes, she hid her inner irritation and disgust and said softly: "Okay, I'm home. It's not easy to get a taxi here. Yang Tuo, don't..."
Feng Yuhuai's words were on the tip of his tongue, but suddenly they were pulled back as if by an invisible force.
Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and the strong feeling of palpitations made her breathe rapidly, as if her throat was being strangled.
Last night's nightmare was like a stubborn stone, weighing heavily on my heart and could not be shaken off.
The uneasiness that has filled my heart since early this morning, and the ghost stories I heard on the way home... They seem to be unrelated to each other, but they seem to be secretly connected, weaving an invisible network, foreshadowing some ominous sign.
She subconsciously turned her head to look out the window, and in front of her was still the familiar street scene, full of the chaotic atmosphere of life.
On both sides of the narrow alley, waste overflowing from trash cans piled up like mountains, the silhouettes of scavengers picking up garbage stretched out in the dim light, and a few skinny stray dogs hid far away, baring their teeth fiercely.
Deep in the alley, tin houses and tube buildings are closely connected with narrow distances between them. Clothes drying on the balconies are hung randomly, swaying gently in the wind, like a colorful yet messy painting.
The ground was full of potholes and dirt from stagnant water could be seen everywhere. The air was filled with a damp smell and an indescribable eeriness.
Although she had seen these scenes for more than ten years and they were as familiar to her as the lines on her palms, tonight they seemed to be shrouded in a strange shadow, filling her heart with an indescribable uneasiness.
"Yang Tuo, can you accompany me upstairs?" Feng Yuhuai took back the words that were about to come out of his throat.
She herself couldn't explain why she made such a request, but her heart seemed to be driving her silently.
Yang Tuo hardly hesitated for a moment, and an irrepressible joy surged in his heart.
He got out of the car first like a gentleman, carefully opened the door for Feng Yuhuai, walked in front of her, cleared obstacles on the ground for her and kicked the garbage aside as he walked.
He walked in front, with Feng Yuhuai's gentle and soft guidance in his ears. Her voice was like a spring breeze, which made his heart feel warm.
He had a premonition that on this night, perhaps the wonderful thing he had always dreamed of would happen.
"Tonight, Yu Huai is alone at home, and she even invited me upstairs. Could it be that she is finally moved by my sincerity and is ready to open her heart to me?"
Yang Tuo's thoughts drifted to the story he heard in the car. Its wonderful beginning made his heart beat faster involuntarily, beating against his chest like a drumbeat.
He swallowed nervously, his heart filled with anticipation and excitement, as if he was about to usher in an important turning point in his life.
As for the horrifying twist and ending of the story, Yang Tuo didn't take it to heart at all.
It's just a ghost story. There are no ghosts in the world. No one would really believe it.
Yang Tuo obviously did not understand one thing, that is, the world is full of ghosts, ghosts are just dead people, and people are living ghosts!
As if by some strange coincidence, Yang Tuo suddenly whispered to Feng Yuhuai, "Yuhuai, if I were the male protagonist in the ghost story in the car just now, I would be willing to protect that girl, and would never come back to haunt her even if I had to sacrifice my life."
His words revealed a deep commitment, as if showing Feng Yuhuai his inner firmness and tenderness.
Feng Yuhuai felt that Yang Tuo's words were nonsensical and incomprehensible.
However, when she raised her eyes and noticed that the tube-shaped building had become clearer in her field of vision, an indescribable sense of tension surged in her heart.
With every step forward, the feeling of uneasiness grew stronger like the tide, as if the pitch-black stairwell had transformed into a monster, like the black hand hiding under the bed in a ghost story, ready to extend its tentacles at any time.
A voice in her heart urged her to turn around and leave, but her pride was like an indestructible shield, preventing her from accepting that she was frightened by a danger that might not even exist and was afraid to go home.
"Besides, isn't there Yang Tuo? Didn't the man in the story protect the woman?"
Feng Yuhuai gently turned her head, her eyes fell softly on Yang Tuo, and the corners of her mouth raised a slightly pale but still moving smile: "Well, I believe you."
After a pause, Feng Yuhuai added seriously: "If I were the heroine in the story, I would never abandon the hero and run away alone."
After that, Feng Yuhuai told Yang Tuo his floor and room number with great trust.
Yang Tuo nodded heavily. At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated. He took it out and took a look. It was a call from his mother, probably urging him to go home.
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He didn't take it, but put it back in his pocket, raised his head, and walked into the staircase without waiting for a moment.
Feng Yuhuai followed closely, and she didn't even notice that her pace was gradually slowing down, and the distance between her and Yang Tuo was gradually widening.
Yang Tuo turned his head and glanced at Feng Yuhuai without thinking much about it, thinking it was just the shyness and reserve of a young girl.
He walked up the stairs quickly and considerately. The corridor was dark and he did not notice that the lock on the door was broken. He only felt that the door was ajar.
The door is unlocked? Someone is home. Is it Feng Yuhuai's useless brother who has returned?
His good thing might be ruined. A hint of anger appeared in Yang Tuo's eyes. He grabbed the door handle and pulled it out.
"Hey, what's that sticky thing?"
Yang Tuo suddenly felt a strange touch on his hands. He subconsciously raised his palms and rubbed them together. The sticky texture was chilling, as if... as if it was the rotten human skin rubbed off by the man in the story while taking a bath.
A sense of absurd smile welled up in his heart, and he almost laughed at his own imagination.
But at this moment, he raised his head and was horrified to find a big dark and wet hand covering his head.
A terrifying and ugly face appeared behind the big hand, whispering to him: "Welcome home~"
…Ps: Remember this ghost story radio station ~ It’s busier than usual during holidays. Alas.
In addition to visiting relatives, I have to go to the hospital for gastroscopy for various meals. Damn it~ It’s all tears. Lao Shu wishes everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance~ (End of this chapter)
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