I did one thing to the extreme

Chapter 229 The Moving Clay Figure

Someone is watching me.

This was Zhang Dong's first feeling.

Being watched by ghosts.

This is Zhang Dong's second feeling.

The ghost presses the bed!

When the third sense appeared in his mind, he woke up completely and opened his eyes.

In the darkness, a small black thing stood on his body. Taking advantage of the faint moonlight, he could barely see it clearly. It seemed that when he observed this, Zhang Dong violently lifted the quilt and swept the little black thing on the quilt to the ground. Exclaimed: "What the hell?".

As soon as the words fell, the ghost suddenly jumped onto the bed.

"Hahahahahaha."

Stiff laughter resounded throughout the room.

"Get out, get out, get out for me!"

Zhang Dong yelled, jumped down from the other side of the bed, and quickly turned on the bedside lamp. The yellowish light pierced the darkness instantly, and he finally saw clearly what the ghost was, and it turned out to be another little clay figurine.

The shape is not scary, with a round head, a round body, and a naive attitude. If it doesn't move, it will make a stiff and weird laugh. This is a very cute clay doll.

Zhang Dong picked up a slipper from the ground, walked to the other side of the bed, and said, "If you dare to move again, I will slip the slipper over and smash you to pieces!".

"Hahahahahaha."

The clay figurine still smiled stiffly, as if mocking him. As he walked past, he thought, this clay figurine must be Wang Liang’s latest work. Although he is not in tune, he would not intentionally put it in my room to tease me. There is only one truth, and it must have been released by Ying Zheng, and he did not run away.

Ying Zheng, you made me unable to sleep most of the night, you are finished!

I walked over and was about to get the clay figurine, but I didn't expect the clay figurine to be so naughty that it jumped to the other side of the bed.

Zhang Dong quickly ran to the other side of the bed to grab the clay figures.

As a result, the clay figurine jumped back again.

In this way, Zhang Dong went to the left, the clay figurine jumped to the right, Zhang Dong went to the right, the clay figurine jumped to the left, scratching back and forth, repeatedly, just like Zhu Bajie catching his wife while blindfolded.

A few minutes later, Zhang Dong looked at the clay figurine on the bed, pointed at it, and shouted angrily, "I'll count to three, you jump over here obediently, don't let me get real, otherwise, I'll beat you to pieces, three, two, one Five o'clock, one!".

The clay figurine was not a child, and was not frightened by the countdown to the last three. It was still "hahahahahaha.", smiling stiffly, which made Zhang Dong furious instantly.

Pick up the pants and start pumping.

I want to use my pants to smash this hateful clay figurine into pieces.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. I never imagined that this clay figurine is like a mouse, jumping up and down, but it can’t be pumped. It is very flexible. After a few minutes of pumping, Zhang Dong put down his pants and changed into a larger down jacket. Keep pumping.

Two or three minutes later, I put down my down jacket, looked at the little clay figurine on the bed, sighed heavily, climbed into bed, fell asleep, and slept until dawn. After waking up, I found that the clay figurine was not on the bed, and looked around. The clay figure was found lying quietly under the bed.

When I took the clay figurine this time, the clay figurine didn't jump again. From this point, it can be fully explained that this thing is a product of the underworld. At night, it jumps more happily than anyone else, but during the day, it wilts.

Holding the clay figurine, he was about to go to the bathroom to dissolve the clay figurine in water. Then he thought, Ying Zheng had caught the clay figurine for half the night, and he didn’t sleep well. The clay figurine has come to the restaurant.

Wang Liang is not here, so he probably hasn't woken up yet.

Ying Zheng was eating meatloaf, saw him coming, looked up at him, didn't speak, his face was full of smiles, no need to think, he must be laughing at him in his heart, laughing very loudly.

He sat down, took a piece of meat pie, and said while eating: "Is there any happy event today? So happy!".

"No!" Ying Zheng shook his head, looked at Zhang Dong who was very calm on the surface, the more he looked at him, the more he looked like a big wronged person, he couldn't hold back, quickly swallowed the meatloaf in his mouth, turned his head, and smiled .

"Hahahahahaha."

Smiling, Wang Liang walked into the restaurant, looked at Ying Zheng who was smiling like a fool, and then glanced at Zhang Dong whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, as if he understood something.

Without speaking, he sat on his seat with a smile and began to eat breakfast.

Hearing Ying Zheng's unbridled laughter, Zhang Dong gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressed the boundless anger in his heart, took out the clay figurine and put it on the dining table, and said with a smile: "Brother Liang, this clay figurine is amazing, it can even dance, After I came back yesterday, the clay figurine came to the bedside table bouncing around and danced several times, it was really interesting!".

After speaking, he put the clay figurine into his coat pocket and patted it.

At this time, Ying Zheng stopped smiling, staring at Zhang Dong's pocket with piercing eyes, and muttered to himself: "Is this clay figurine really so funny?".

Wang Liang and Zhang Dong have known each other since they were in school, and they know that he has a habit of raising his eyebrows every time he lies or brags, and this time is no exception, he must want revenge on Ying Zheng.

It depends on whether Ying Zheng is fooled.

No surprises, Jiang is still old and hot, Ying Zheng, a fledgling alien, has not been able to defeat the cunning and old blue star natives in the end, and said with a smile: "The clay figurine in your hand is really so fun?".

Zhang Dong didn't speak, just nodded calmly, picked up a piece of mustard, put it in his mouth, chewed it lightly, picked up the bowl, and took a sip of millet porridge.

Ying Zheng looked at his calm look, and murmured to himself, "Could it be that this clay figurine is not scary at all, and even very fun?".

At this time, his curiosity has been completely aroused, and he really wants to know whether what Zhang Dong said is true, but he is afraid of being played by Zhang Dong. After much deliberation, he still can't suppress his curiosity, and said with a smile : "Brother Liang, make me a clay figurine like that too!".

The mice were all delivered to the door, of course they couldn't let them go, Wang Liang nodded sharply.

After breakfast, Ying Zheng couldn't wait to follow Wang Liang to the workplace. Zhang Dong didn't go to the company immediately, but also followed to watch the excitement. He mainly wanted to see if the cute and magical little clay figurine in his hand was How did it come out, during which time, what special means were used.

Wang Liang opened the box on the table, took out a square piece of yellow clay, rubbed it back and forth a few times, and the outline of the clay figurine came out, picked up the small bamboo pieces on the table, and started pressing on the clay figurine.

Two or three minutes later, a Tang monk was pressed, and after some details were carved, a vivid mud monk appeared in Wang Liang's hand.

"Give!"

Wang Liang handed the clay figurine to Ying Zheng, and continued to pinch Chu Renmei. When the pinching was almost done, he went to Chen Xiaochui's haunted house and put down the latest Chu Renmei. The progress bar would definitely increase faster.

After Yingzheng got the Tang Monk clay figurine, he waved it in front of Zhang Dong's eyes, showed it off, and walked out of the workshop with big strides. Zhang Dong looked at his happy back and said silently, "You won't be able to laugh at night." Out!".

In the blink of an eye, it was night.

Due to the time difference, it is daytime in the free country at this time. In the messy work room, a middle-aged man with yellow hair and long braids looked at the clay sculpture in front of him and said with a smile: "This World Art Exhibition, My clay sculptures will definitely be well received by art lovers, and maybe I can even win the best clay sculpture award."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the barrage on the screen and found that there was a barrage that appeared very frequently.

He smiled and asked: "What are the scary clay figurines you are talking about?".

Netizens watching the live broadcast began to explain to him.

"It's a kind of demonic clay figurine from the east. Every night, it makes a weird laugh."

"The horrible clay figurines come from the east, and they are a kind of clay figurines spurned by the gods"

"If the horror clay figure participates in the World Art Exhibition, it will definitely win the best clay sculpture award"

When he saw this, the middle-aged man let out a sneer, how could those little clay figurines in the east be comparable to the great clay sculptures in the west, and how could the clay figurines have a weird laugh.

fake!

It must be fake!
At this time, one of the bullet screens caught his attention, "Master Carroll, I have a scary clay figurine in my hand, do you dare to ask for it?" He said without hesitation: "Of course, send it to me now!" , I will pay for the postage, and I will start a live broadcast at that time, so that you can see the truth about the terrifying clay figurines."

After speaking, continue to make clay sculptures.

It was already late at night in Longguo at this time.

The snoring in Yingzheng's room was loud, sometimes like a frog, and sometimes like an electric drill drilling a wall. Suddenly, the snoring stopped abruptly, and in the darkness, a sentence came out, "Who, who is in the room?".

No one answered, and there was the smell of a needle dropping in the room.

"Little Star, turn on the light"

The room was instantly bright.

Ying Zheng got off the bed, walked to the computer desk, looked at the little clay figurine on the desk, and said, "Were you talking just now?".

The clay figurine didn't move.

"Dance!"

Still nothing.

Looking at the quiet clay figurine, Ying Zheng sighed heavily. Yes, he was played by Zhang Dong again. He promised that the clay figurine would dance. Before going to bed at night, he said "dance" to the clay figurine dozens of times. , My mouth was dry, and the clay figurines didn't dance.

As a result, he was sleeping soundly, and suddenly felt someone whispering in his ear.

Speechless!

Speechless!
Just thinking about whether it was going to be "haunted" again, the clay figurine suddenly moved, folded his hands together, and began to say, "buzz buzz buzz buzz." I don't know what it said.

"Shut up! Don't read it, it makes me dizzy"

The clay figurine didn't listen to it at all, and kept chanting.

At this time, Yingzheng finally knew the "talent" of this clay figurine. It was not dancing, but chanting.

He meows.

What kind of clay figurine Wang Liang made for him, usually like a Tang monk, whispering in his ear, that's fine.

Make a clay figurine, but also whisper in his ear.

I just fell for you.

Ying Zheng stretched out his hand and was about to grab the clay figurine, but the clay figurine jumped to the ground. He squatted down to catch the clay figurine, but the clay figurine jumped onto the table again. During the process, he was still chanting sutras.

"Your sister, I can't cure you, a little clay figurine"

As Ying Zheng spoke, he shot quickly, but the clay figurine escaped.

"Your sister! Stop for me"

For the next five or six minutes, Yingzheng kept catching clay figurines like he was catching grasshoppers. Every time the clay figurines managed to avoid his hand, he couldn't catch them, so he had to call the robot to help him catch them. , Under the joint efforts of the three robots, the clay figurine was finally caught.

Looking at the little clay figurine in the robot's hand, Ying Zheng smiled and said, "Damn it, I can't cure you!".

As soon as the words fell, there was a "bang", dust was all in front of him, and when he waved his hand to disperse the dust, the little clay figurine in the robot's hand had disappeared.

"Damn it, it actually exploded!"

Ying Zheng asked the robot to clean up the dust on the ground, went to the bathroom to wash up, and continued to sleep. His sleep speed was super fast, and he basically touched the pillow.

Within a few seconds, the toad screamed, and the sound of the electric drill drilling the wall sounded again.

It wasn't until dawn that it slowly weakened until it disappeared.

At this time, it was already dark in the free country, and Carol, a well-known clay sculpture artist with millions of fans on YouTube, received a courier from fans.

Take it home, open the live broadcast room as soon as possible, and when the number of people in the live broadcast room reaches more than [-], pointing to the courier on the table, said with a smile: "The horror clay figurines you talk about, the devil clay figurines, the clay figurines spurned by the gods, have already passed away." Received, now let me see if this clay figurine is as scary and amazing as you said."

After speaking, Carol picked up the paper cutter on the table, cut open the outer package, took out a cardboard box, opened the cardboard box, and there was a sponge inside. After uncovering the sponge, I finally saw the scary clay figurine that fans said .

The clay figurine is about ten centimeters high, has no nose, eyes and mouth, and is full of potholes. Judging from the facial features alone, it is indeed a little scary, but only a little bit, far less scary than fans say.

Carol shook his head in disappointment, took out the clay figurine, and said while shaking his head, "The clay sculpture works made by children in kindergarten are better than this clay sculpture work, and it is not scary, nor does it emit any weird sounds. Laughter, comprehensive judgment, this is a piece of rubbish clay sculpture."

After speaking, I was about to throw it into the trash can.

Seeing the fans who sent him clay figurines, he posted a barrage saying, "In the middle of the night, clay figurines will become very scary."

Carol nodded helplessly, and said with a smile: "Okay! The gentleman who sent me the clay figurines said that the clay figurines will become scary in the middle of the night. I don't plan to go to bed tonight. I will wait forever. Go to bed quickly." Well, I'll post the answer tomorrow."

As soon as these words came out, there was a barrage of bullets in the live broadcast room.

"Oh, Mr. Carroll, please, please don't turn off the live broadcast, I can't see the answer, I can't sleep at all"

"Damn it! If you dare to turn off the live broadcast, I will definitely kick you in the ass with my big leather shoes."

"Mr. Carroll, I don't need you to publish the answer, I want to check the answer myself"

Looking at these bullet screens, Carol said with a smile: "Gentlemen and ladies, don't get excited, relax, I'm just joking, let us wait for the answer together!".

After finishing speaking, he placed the clay figurine in front of the table, close to the camera, turned around, and continued to make clay sculpture works. This time, he was determined to win the best clay sculpture work award.

(End of this chapter)