40 Haunted Apartment 4
◎Good Student Strange Stories◎
The younger brother then pulled her sleeve and said fiercely: "Give the doll back to me."
Yes, she also has her dear brother! Sang Mian hugged the baby and smiled: "As a loving family..."
Hearing these five words, the younger brother's expression began to darken and twist. Who said he and her were a loving family? He now wanted to kill the sister in front of him!
Sang Mian patted his chubby face and said, "Don't make that expression. I don't need your help this time."
My brother tilted his head with a confused look on his face.
Sang Mian pointed at his mother in distress: "I feel bad for how skinny she is. All the flesh was eaten by dad."
The younger brother had a question mark face: “…” So what?
Sang Mian touched the baby's head and said, "You must feel sorry for your mother too, right? After all, we are a loving family."
The younger brother shook his head frantically, with a bad feeling coming back, but according to the rules they were a loving family, so he could only cry and say, "I feel so sorry for Mom!"
Sang Mian patiently persuaded him and told him the ultimate goal: "That's right, then you should ask Dad to stop eating it and leave it all for Mom."
"?" His brother's lips were almost bitten off. Is this the way to play ghost stories? He had received so many players, but this was the first time someone asked him to do this.
That's too much! He will never give in!
Looking at his brother's stubborn little face, Sang Mian could only shake the doll helplessly.
The younger brother's face turned red with anger: "You are bullying a child!"
"How could I not do that!" Sang Mian argued, "I'm just making our family better!"
When our eyes meet, no more words are needed.
The younger brother finally came to his senses after hearing Sang Mian’s shameless theory. If he didn’t help her solve the second rule today, she would not return the doll to him.
"You're so cruel." He squeezed out these words from between his teeth, and then quickly turned his father's bowl upside down on the table, "Okay, you can give the doll back to me now!"
Sang Mian stared at his father. As expected, his father didn’t want to eat, but the hatred in his eyes was growing stronger.
Mom's mouth stopped changing, and she grabbed the meat on the table and started eating. Because of the delay just now, Mom's mouth could only accommodate a basketball, and she had no intention of retracting it.
Sang Mian turned to his brother and asked, "What's going on?"
The younger brother learned his lesson and just kept silent.
In line with the principle of taking advantage of others in moderation, Sang Mian did not ask any further questions until his mother finished her meal and said to the family, "It's time to rest now, everyone go back to sleep."
The house has three bedrooms and a living room. The mother pointed her finger at one of the rooms, her big mouth slightly raised, her sharp teeth opening and closing: "My dear daughter, go to bed early."
"Okay, Mom." Sang Mian nodded obediently, got down from the table and went back to his room in one go.
Just as the door was about to close, a small hand reached in.
"The doll hasn't been returned to me yet." My brother's sinister voice sounded outside the door.
Sang Mian simply opened the door and smiled broadly at her brother: "Sister likes dolls very much, can you lend them to me to play with for two days?"
Brother: “No.”
Sang Mian: "As a loving family..."
"Can't you try a new trick?"
Sang Mian was silent for two seconds, then said sincerely: "Haven't you heard that it doesn't matter if the moves are new, as long as they work?"
"Bang!"
The door was shut heavily.
Sang Mian touched the tip of his nose that was almost hit and muttered, "What a rude little brat."
In the quiet and deserted moment, Sang Mian, who was sleepy and dazed, first glanced at Yifang. She still hadn't sent the message on her phone. She first set an alarm for two hours on her phone, and then recalled the rules of the ghost story. Meals were served every two hours, which meant she had two hours of rest time. This should be safe, right?
Not necessarily. Rule four states: If you see a pig, it must be your hallucination, please ignore it.
Sang Mian's mind suddenly became clear again. She quickly glanced around the room. There was a clean bed, a bright desk under a lamp, and bookshelves full of books, but there was no pig as mentioned in the rules.
She heaved a sigh of relief, and her head gradually became sleepy. This time, the ghost story was called the Starving Ghost Stories, and the goal was to feed the starving ghost. The starving ghost was basically confirmed to be her mother, but she didn't know how many meals her mother needed to eat to be full...
As Sang Mian thought about it, he lay on his side on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.
When she was sleeping, she had a dream. She dreamed that she was on a big farm with many pigs. She was a servant working there and her job was to carry pig feed and feed the pigs.
Pig feed was very heavy, so she could only slowly carry the feed and pour it into the trough. Later, the pigs started to cry more and more, as if they were not satisfied with her speed. Many pigs surrounded her and cried, so Sang Mian had to speed up. When she was sweating profusely, she wiped the sweat off her forehead and looked around. She was stunned by the sight. There were so many pigs around her that she could not see the end of them. They all hummed and urged her to feed them.
Then Sang Mian was startled awake. She patted her chest and gasped. Fortunately it was a dream. She didn’t want to feed the pigs. Feeding so many pigs would tire her to death!
But why was there still a pig squealing in his ears? Was he hallucinating? Sang Mian patted his ears, and the sound was still there.
Something was wrong, very wrong. She slowly raised her head, and a scene that she would never forget appeared.
A pink pig suddenly appeared on the bedside table, with its mouth open and an evil smile on its lips.
Sang Mian was stunned, she was completely petrified. It was not because she was afraid. To be honest, if it was a pig like Zhu Ganglie, she might have screamed. But the pig in front of her was known to her and was very familiar with it. The little daughter of her third uncle's son was very familiar with this pig.
Isn't this Peppa Pig? A pink hair dryer can appear in a ghost story?!
......
Xia Qing was frightened as soon as she entered the room. A middle-aged man and woman stared at her fiercely and spoke at the same time.
"That damn girl is out playing again! She doesn't even bother to review for the college entrance exam!"
The woman was wearing a skirt, had curly hair and a pair of oval red glasses, and the man was wearing a neat suit and holding a thin, retractable teaching stick.
[Since there are often hateful humans among the rent collectors, in order to identify their identities, all the tenants of the Haunted Apartment crowdfunded and purchased weird stories. They believe that only real rent collectors can survive.]
[The strange story of this room is——The strange story of a good student]
[Ghost Talk Mission: Pass the Test God's Assessment]
[Ghost Story Reward: 50 million ghost money]
[Failure penalty: Always be a good student]
The system broadcast rang in his mind three times, and Xia Qing was stunned for three full minutes before he digested the information given by the system.
Before she could react, she was pushed into a dark little room. There was only one table in the room, and next to the table were exercise books that almost reached the ceiling.
She opened her mouth to say something, but the woman stuffed a pen into her hand, and the man opened an exercise book and spread it on the table.
"Don't even think about eating if you don't finish writing ten books today!" the woman pointed at the trainee viciously.
Xia Qing felt dizzy. Although she was a college student in real life, she was already a junior. She had long forgotten all the knowledge she learned in high school. Moreover, this workbook was about physics, the subject she hated the most!
Who hasn’t been dominated by the fear of doing exercises in the third year of high school? Woohoo, can you give her another chance? She would rather die in the corridor than face the exercise book!
Xia Qing bit the tip of the pen, her eyebrows furrowed so tightly that they could kill a fly. She began to miss the time when Sister Sang was around. If Sister Sang was around, she would definitely not be so miserable doing her homework.
After much thinking, she finally finished the two chapters of questions. When she turned to the next page, she saw a note stuck in the exercise book.
[Rule 1: Please turn off the desk lamp when mom and dad are not around]
[Rule 2: If the subject you hate is math, immediately switch to another subject when you see a math workbook]
[Rule 3: Please stay focused when studying. If you feel that there are people in the room other than your parents, please ignore them and don’t look into their eyes.]
[Rule 4: Please burn incense to the God of Examination every three hours and ask yourself whether you have passed the examination]
[Rule 5: Remember, you are absolutely safe when doing homework]
[Rule 6: If your handwriting suddenly turns red, throw the exercise book into the trash immediately]
[Rule 7: Please do not leave the table except for worshipping God]
[Rule 8: Remember that mom and dad’s favorite food is fingers, and they will forgive you for it]
The fonts of these rules were very messy. Xia Qing observed them carefully for a long time before she understood their meaning. She thought carefully with her already confused mind. The task of the ghost story was to pass the review of the God of Examinations, and during this period she needed to abide by the rules.
But how could she know whether the rules were true or not? Xia Qing was very self-aware. Without Sister Sang around, she would definitely not be able to guess correctly.
Xia Qing looked at Rule Eight again, then looked at her fingers and shuddered. Would all her fingers disappear after this strange story?
This weird story is too scary!
Suddenly Xia Qing remembered the lucky card Sister Sang gave her. She tremblingly took it out from her pocket, "Lucky card, I hope you can guess all the answers correctly and get through the ghost story safely!"
After clicking "use" on the panel, the card disappeared in her hand in an instant. Xia Qing opened her mouth slightly. Why didn't she feel anything? Did she use a fake card?
At this time, her "parents" were extremely dissatisfied with her dazed behavior. They shouted, "I told you to study hard! What are you doing!"
"Don't let me catch you a second time, you little bitch!" Dad waved his teaching stick and said, "I won't let you off so easily next time!"
As they were talking, the two of them suddenly pushed the door open and went out. There was only a lamp and Xia Qing holding a pen in the small study. She was confused. No, weren't these two people leaving too suddenly?
Rule one says, please turn off the desk lamp when mom or dad is not around.
Should I turn it off? Xia Qing hesitated. Maybe forget it... What if the rule is wrong? Plus, she was afraid of the dark, so she decided to turn on the desk lamp.
The white light made Xia Qing feel safe. She wrote a few questions and found that nothing terrible happened. She became more convinced that her choice was correct.
The careless Xia Qing did not notice that a dark shadow appeared behind her, but that dark shadow had a sad face. Something was wrong. He could obviously eat the girl in front of him, but why did he have no appetite now?
The shadow stood behind the chair. He opened his mouth and tried to bite the girl in front of him, but he closed his mouth halfway in disappointment. There was no other reason, because he *felt like vomiting.
The shadow scratched his head. Could it be that his anorexia had recurred? Ever since he jumped off the building due to depression, his anorexia had not recurred for a long time. Today was really strange.
He was struggling there for half an hour. During this half hour, Xia Qing was happily doing exercises. Maybe the environment was too safe, she finished half of the exercise book effortlessly.
"Is it possible that I am a genius?" Xia Qing exclaimed, and then said complacently: "I still remember the knowledge from the third year of high school. The God of Examination must have passed the test immediately."
She clasped her hands together, already imagining the scene of successfully escaping from the ghost story and Sister Sang's bragging. As she was thinking, she saw a shadow on the desk that should have been bright.
The shadow was definitely not hers, because the direction she was sitting in couldn't block that much light, but the shadow covered a wide area, as if... someone was standing behind her.
Could it be the parents in the ghost story? Xia Qing didn't think about it, she turned her head and saw that the person behind her was not her parents, but a boy she didn't know.
The boy was very tall, estimated to be about 1.83 meters. Xia Qing stared at the boy's face and almost drooled. She hadn't seen such a handsome man in a long time. His deep eyebrows and eyes could see into her heart!
After a moment, she shook her head again and muttered, "What a pity, everyone who can play in this weird game is dead. When will sweet love come to me?"
Boy: “?” No, isn’t she afraid?
But since they were looking at each other, he could follow the rules and strangle her to death. The boy stretched out his hand towards Xia Qing and had already begun to imagine the frightened expression on her face after being strangled.
Just as his hand was about to touch Xia Qing, there was a "click" sound, and then his hand fell weakly on Xia Qing's shoulder.
Xia Qing looked shy, "What are you doing? Humans and ghosts are different, let's keep our distance."
The boy's pupils dilated. Only he knew that his arm was broken just now. Could it be that he had suffered a comminuted fracture from jumping off a building? What kind of luck did this woman have? He was so angry that his teeth itched and his face became even gloomier.
Xia Qing covered her mouth, damn, he looks even more handsome when he looks cold!
After sighing, she remembered the third rule: please stay focused when studying. If you feel that there are other people in the room besides your parents, please ignore them and don't look into their eyes.
Oh, she had already made eye contact. Xia Qing was even more excited. This rule was also fake! It was okay to make eye contact with others and it was very safe. Ghost stories were so simple. She had worried for so long at the beginning.
"Handsome boy, are you my classmate? Are you here to discuss questions with me?" Xia Qing raised an eyebrow at the handsome boy: "If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I'm a top student in the university! Don't be polite~"
The boy looked at her with an indescribable expression.
Because it was too boring, Xia Qing kept chatting with the boy. After about an hour, she talked until her mouth was dry, but the boy still didn't say a word. She gasped and was shocked: "Are you mute?"
The boy's eyebrows twitched, but he still didn't answer. He pointed stiffly at Xia Qing's exercise book.
Although Xia Qing was chatting the whole time, she did not delay doing her exercises. Thanks to the boy's reminder, she found that the black words on her exercise book had turned red.
Rule six states that if your handwriting suddenly turns red, throw the exercise book in the trash immediately.
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