[There is an unfinished building in a small county town in the north. I heard it was very strange. The building was almost completed and the roof was missing, but for some reason, the roof could not be closed. The construction workers were all sick, and the weaker ones were sent directly to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Because of this, the contractor invited many people from other places to do the work, but in the end, all of them fell ill without exception, and the roof of the building still could not be sealed.
Later I found the big brother. When he heard that he would pay 300 yuan a day, he bought a ticket and went there directly.
Guess what happened? 】
Li Hui deliberately kept everyone in suspense, his eyes wandering over these people's faces.
He Qixuan adjusted his glasses and said, "Are you sick too?"
"No, no, no..." Li Hui waved his hand solemnly and continued, "My eldest brother is as strong as a bear. He's not sick, but what happened that night really scared him."
[My eldest brother was sleeping in a temporary house at the construction site. He was alone that night. In the middle of the night, he heard loud banging sounds on the door. The sound was so loud, as if someone was banging on the door with their body from outside.
At first the man thought it was the wind, but when he looked up, there was no movement at the window. Only at the door, something was banging against it.
The eldest brother began to have doubts in his heart, but he was still brave enough. He picked up the wrench beside the bed and walked to the door.
Guess what?
The sound of the door being knocked against the wall became louder, and the door was knocked crooked, leaving a crack!
My eldest brother is standing behind that door, and he suddenly peeked out through the crack—]
call!
Li Hui lowered his head and blew out a candle.
There are 99 left.
Several people were still not satisfied after hearing this. After looking at each other, they all stared at Li Hui: "Is this the end?"
"That's it." Li Hui laughed. "Ghost stories are all about this kind of atmosphere. Use your imagination and write whatever you imagine knocking on the door."
“…”
Everyone glanced at him speechlessly.
The atmosphere came to an abrupt end, and everyone felt that their interest was dampened.
Everyone's attention shifted to Xu Wei, who was going to tell the next story.
Xu Wei cleared his throat and said, "What I want to tell you today is a true story. It happened in my hometown. It's something that everyone my grandmother's age knows..."
You know how the elderly don't usually let children play near water? They say there are ghosts out there looking for a replacement, and once you're targeted, you're doomed.
It is said that more than ten years ago, two boys went to play by the reservoir. One of them accidentally fell into the water. The other boy was so anxious that he stood on the shore and shouted for help.
Not long after, he saw the boy who had been drowning for some time actually stretched out a hand from the water.
The boy on the shore was kind-hearted and wanted to pull him with his hands, but he was stopped by a loud shout from an uncle who came over nearby.
Here comes the point - as soon as the boy on the shore withdrew his hand, the hand that stretched out from the water sank vertically.
Think about it, which drowning person would stretch out their hands vertically, right?
No one answered. Many people could already feel a chill on their backs and rubbed their arms subconsciously.
Xu Wei looked around and blew out a candle.
Next is Ye Fengsong.
He was the most taciturn among the seven. Due to his social anxiety, he stuttered when telling stories in front of so many people.
"I, I'm going to tell you a classic ghost story..." He lowered his head and tried to speak louder. "Xiao Hong and Xiao Ming were good friends. Then one day, Xiao Hong suddenly disappeared. Every night, Xiao Ming would receive a phone call from a stranger..."
"Good friends, back to back?"
Mao Xiang suddenly interrupted him, his disdain evident in his words. "It's a classic, I heard it when I was in elementary school. Isn't it about Xiao Hong's body hiding under Xiao Ming's bed? I've heard it eight hundred times. Can't you change it to something we haven't heard before?"
"Xiao Hong's body was under Xiao Ming's bed, but have you ever thought about where Xiao Hong's ghost is?"
Perhaps because he was unhappy about being interrupted, Ye Fengsong looked up with some anger. From Mao Xiang's perspective, his expression looked a little gloomy.
Mao Xiang swallowed guiltily and waved his hand, saying, "Go on..."
How Xiaohong's body ended up under Xiaoming's bed is unknown. Perhaps Xiaoming killed her, or perhaps someone else hid her there after killing her. But what I want to say is that in the story of "Good Friends Back to Back," the person Xiaoming was 'back to back' with might not be the body under the bed...
Lin Fengsong spoke to the point, and his low voice aroused everyone's endless imagination.
When it comes to ghost stories, one or two might be acceptable, but this is the third one, and in this weird and eerie atmosphere, the more I listen, the more my scalp tingles.
Qi Mi subconsciously glanced behind him: "You mean, maybe it's this back that's been pasted directly?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted Lin Fengsong on the back.
Lin Fengsong suddenly stood up.
Yes, I think the reason why "Good Friends Back to Back" is called "Good Friends" is that they are together all the time. So I reasonably guess that although Xiaohong's body is under the bed, her ghost is always with Xiaoming, clinging to his back.
In fact, Xiaohong didn't hum this sentence to Xiaoming over the phone. Instead, Xiaoming heard a voice coming from behind him every night when everyone was asleep.
Good friends back to back~Good friends back to back~】
Lin Fengsong blew out the third candle.
Everyone gasped.
A classic is indeed a classic. After Lin Fengsong's reasonable speculation, the ghost story seems even more creepy.
Just as Mao Xiang had looked down on this story, he now slapped it in the face, clinging tightly to He Qixuan's arm and refusing to let go: "Who's next? It's your turn to be the class flower, right? Don't just stand there, hurry up and tell us a new one to cheer us all up."
He Qixuan tried to pull his hand out, but Mao Xiang was holding him too tightly, so he had to give up. He adjusted his glasses and stared at Qi Mi: "It's your turn."
Qi Mi was fiddling with his phone. When he heard this, he closed it and the strange blue light from the screen disappeared from his face.
"Hey, Qi Mi, what are you busy with? Are you looking up ghost stories?" Xu Wei poked his head out and jokingly asked, "Or are you chatting with some little girl? Are we interrupting your fun here?"
Mao Xiang also seized the opportunity to interject, "Hey, to be able to win over our class flower, that girl must be a fairy from heaven, right? Class flower, won't she open our eyes?"
"I want to see it too!" Li Hui raised his hand to join in the fun.
Seeing that the terrifying atmosphere he had worked so hard to create was destroyed by a few words from these people, He Qixuan quickly spoke up to pull it back, his tone a little unhappy: "After the game, what kind of girls can't you see? Qi Mi, it's your turn."
Qi Mi nodded, ignoring the jokes of others: "The ghost story I am going to tell is actually a true story. It happened to me last night. Isn't it fresh enough?"
"Yo, this is new, what the hell is wrong with you?"
Interested by his words, everyone looked at each other and waited quietly for his next words.
However, Qi Mi decided to keep it a secret, so he didn't say anything in a hurry. Instead, he turned around, took a few cups from the table, and poured half a cup of drink for each person.
They scolded him for wasting time, but they felt relieved. Their nerves were so tense that their mouths were dry. A sip of ice-cold soda perked up everyone's spirits.
Mao Xiang downed his drink in one gulp and burped, urging Qi Mi to speak quickly.
The atmosphere was lifted again, and everyone looked over quietly.
Qi Mi had a faint smile on his lips. He scanned the expressions of the people around him and deliberately lowered his voice: "Actually, you all know the ghost who appeared in my dream last night. If that incident hadn't happened back then, he would still be with us now. After all... there are eight of us in dormitory 405."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expression changed.
Mao Xiang spat on the ground three times. "Damn it! Why are you bringing up that murderer for no reason? Do you think it's bad luck?!"
"That's right! Liang Hui is a murderer. You mention him... Well, even if there is no story, you can't mention that unlucky thing." Li Hui couldn't help but blame him.
The smile on Qi Mi's face deepened, and he calmly picked up a candle.
As the flames danced, his handsome face was illuminated to look even colder and deeper.
"Don't you want to know what Liang Hui said to me?" He stared at the candlelight.
"We really don't want to know!" Mao Xiang waved his hand in disdain. "Qi Fan, you'd better blow out this candle quickly and continue the game. Prepare for the next Cao Mingze."
Cao Mingze was obviously not prepared and looked back at them blankly.
But Qi Mi didn't intend to shut up and continued to speak softly.
"Liang Hui told me in my dream that he didn't kill those two people back then. Someone else actually killed the B&B owner and his daughter, and it's one of us." He held the candle in his hand, looking up expressionlessly. "Liang Hui also said that if we can't find the murderer, then from the moment the game ends today, all of us will be haunted by nightmares and suffer a lifetime of misfortune."
call--
Qi Mi blew out the fourth candle.
There are 95 left.
Everyone was silent.
After a while of staring at each other, Mao Xiang was the first to yell, "Oh my god! Why is this Liang Hui still haunting us? He's already dead, and he's still here to bring bad luck to us!"
"Okay, so you called us here on purpose to set a trap for us, right?!" Xu Wei realized that today's trap was designed by Qi Mi, and stood up suddenly.
Qi Mi curled his lips but said nothing.
Seeing his half-smile, Xu Wei couldn't help but get angry. He ran over and grabbed his collar: "I thought you missed us! But it turns out you were deliberately setting us up. What on earth do you want to do?!"
"Of course I just wanted to get rid of the nightmare..."
Qi Mi pointed at his dark circles and twitched his lips. "Last night, Liang Hui gave me a nightmare. It was so terrifying. I had no other choice but to call you here. I'd rather believe it than not... Actually, there's no need to get so excited. As long as we do what Liang Hui said and find the murderer, everyone else will be safe."
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