silence

Chapter 43 The Midnight Story
At night, David started a bonfire. Compared with these ignorant guys, he still knew that the surrounding area should be cleared before starting a bonfire to avoid accidental fires.

"Hey, David, you didn't go back tonight, your father won't look for you, will he?"

Frederick came, patted David on the shoulder and asked.

"No," David said reluctantly, "he has been working overtime overnight at the factory these days."

"That's good, I don't want your father to expose us."

Frederick nodded with satisfaction and left again.

A few high school students didn't bring any pots and utensils. They simply cut off the branches with a knife, inserted marshmallows and grilled there, and the rest were some bread and other snacks.

Wilbo and Sarah came to the lake and sat by the lake, talking sweetly and sweetly. After getting better, the love got so deep that they couldn't control themselves. After being intimate for a while, Wilbo put his head close to Sarah's neck. Why, he suddenly became thirsty, eager to drink something...

"Ah, what are you doing?"

Sarah screamed and pushed Wilbo away hard. Her neck was in great pain, and she touched it with her hand. There seemed to be water stains under the moonlight. No, the fingertips were not water stains, but blood.

"Wilbur, you?"

Sarah was startled and angry.

"Sorry! Sarah, I didn't mean to."

Wilbur also came to his senses and apologized quickly.

Sarah was about to die of anger. How could a lover bite someone's neck when they kissed?
"Are you a vampire? Bastard!"

Sarah took out a tissue from her trousers pocket and stuck it on her neck, feeling the pain in her neck. If the main artery was bitten, it would be a disaster.

"Sorry, Sarah."

Wilbur was embarrassed and didn't know why he was so hard all of a sudden.

"You stupid jerk!"

Sarah stood up and threw the tissue around her neck to Wilbur, who turned his head to avoid it, and fell into the water. The blood-stained tissue was quickly soaked, and the blood on it spread out with the water flow.

"Sarah, wait for me..."

Seeing his girlfriend ran away in anger, Wilbur hurriedly got up and chased after him.

He knows exactly what kind of character his girlfriend is, as long as he lowers his head and coaxes her well, he will soon forgive himself.

It's just that this time he bit too hard, so Sarah ignored him next time.

Everyone sat in front of the bonfire, and the atmosphere was awkward because of the awkwardness between Sarah and Wilbur. Sean took the initiative and said, "Let's play cards."

"It's boring."

Wilbur refuses.

Sean was choked, usually you like to play cards and gamble the most, but you can't disagree with what the boss said, he rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't you tell me a midnight story?"

"Midnight story?" Everyone was curious.

"Correct."

Sean explained: "Each of us tells a midnight story. There are not too many requirements, only a little requirement, which is scary."

Telling scary stories here?
Honestly, it's not a good proposition.

Just at this moment, Wilbur saw that Sarah was having trouble with him, so he purposely said loudly, "Okay, Sean, let's start with you."

Sean's own proposal was naturally prepared, and he spoke immediately: "Last year, my brother told me that a woman bought an eiderdown quilt at an unbelievably low price, and she was very satisfied with the quilt. , put it on the bed the first night. When the woman went into the bedroom again to go to bed, the comforter slipped to the floor, so she put the comforter back on the bed. But she woke up that night because the comforter had slipped to the floor again, The quilt kept sliding to the floor all night. So the next day, the woman took the quilt apart and found that it was full of maggots. eggs laid by flies in bloodstains."

"what?"

Mick exclaimed, "It's not terrible, it's disgusting!"

"Sean you bastard."

Frederick also vomited.

"No, this story tells us, don't be greedy for cheap, because when you think it is cheap, you are often at a disadvantage."

Sean laughed.

"A fable!" commented Wilbur.

"Next is me."

Mick started his midnight story: "A pizza restaurant received a call to order a meal for four people. The delivery guy delivered the pizza to the designated house. Someone behind the door asked him to put the pizza on the floor. Then he stretched out his hand through the crack of the door and handed out the banknotes. After the pizzeria closed that day, the boss counted the cash and found that there were some dead money (dead coins) in the cash..."

"Wait, what is dead money?"

Others didn't understand.

Mick explained: "This is a legend from China. It is said that people will wait for money in hell after they die, so they need to use fire to burn a special kind of money for the dead. This kind of money is called dead money. "

Except for Mick, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. It was too scary to spend money even after death.

"The next day, the pizzeria received the same ordering call again. When counting the cash at night, the boss found dead money again, but no one knew where the dead money came from. The boss was a little suspicious, so on the third day this When the same ordering call came again, he delivered the pizza himself. He left the pizza at the door, took the money through the crack of the door, checked the bill carefully, and made sure it was real money. These banknotes were placed in a small box. Unexpectedly, after the pizzeria closed, the boss was terrified, and he found that in a separate small box, the real money during the day had turned into dead money again."

Mick deliberately lowered his voice: "He called the police. When the police arrived at the house, no one came to answer the door. The police broke in and found four dead bodies lying on the ground inside the house. The neighbors said they didn't hear anything strange. Hearing the cheerful laughter of these people, the forensic doctor examined the corpses and came to an astonishing conclusion that these people died at least a week ago, but the food in their intestines was eaten in the past few days. The police ended up with the dead money and found the fingerprints of these corpses."

Before the bonfire, there was silence, and everyone seemed to be overwhelmed by this story.

In the end, it was Wilbo who broke the silence: "This story is terrible, but the terrible thing is that people still need money to die."

"Pfft."

Sarah, who had been froze all the time, couldn't help laughing, but immediately, she snorted again and turned her face away from Wilbur.

"You, you..."

At this moment, David, who had always remained transparent, stretched out his hand: "Did you hear any sound?"

Everyone looked at him suspiciously.

"Look, our David, the carpenter's son, is he going to tell us a midnight story? Your start is very good and very creative."

Wilbur sneered: "Tell us the story of your father, it must be terrible."

(End of this chapter)