Ghost Shelter System

The temperature is crisp and the air is fresh.

In the far north country in June, it is less hot and stuffy than in Linjiang, and the mood is naturally much more comfortable.

Qin Kun landed heavily from mid-air, and the surrounding snowflakes made ripples.

The five Nordic countries?

Qin Kun was surprised that there was a host in the Ten Death City who came from here. Qin Kun slowly felt relieved when he thought that the six-pointed star originated from Europe.

"Is everything okay?"

Qin Kun looked around and saw that Ying Mu, Fayutan, and Haiquin had all fallen into the snow. There were several curious wild wolves vomiting around Haiquin.

Wolves are wild, difficult to tame, and aggressive. Qin Kun heard that when his grandfather was a child, there were wolves near Qinjia Village, and they even killed livestock.

But times have changed, and there have been no such animals in Yinchuan County for half a century. When I came here today, I actually saw a wolf.

The wolves didn't make any warning roars. They vomited and whined as they walked, seemingly pitiful.

"What's going on with them?" Qin Kun wondered.

The baby's mother said: "Maybe those little guys like the smell of fishy rot, right?"

Qin Kun nodded, wolves are scavengers.

The baby's mother said: "It should be the bloody minced meat on Haiquin's body that attracted them. It's just that they licked something unclean and had a vomiting reaction."

The baby's mother thinks these little guys are quite cute.

Qin Kun was a little confused. He could make scavengers vomit. What kind of biochemical coat was wrapped around Shou Kui?

The wild wolf left, and there was a brightly lit house in the distance. The baby's mother had sharp eyes and asked, "Kunlun Demon, is this your hometown again?"

That architectural style can only be found in Qin Kun's hometown.

Seeing Qin Kun nodding, several people became eager.

They were here last time, and this is a great place!

…

Late at night.

The Wolf Lodge Hotel was buzzing with activity.

In a room somewhere, six men and three women were sitting in the living room, talking and laughing.

The firewood was crackling in the fireplace, and the house was a little cold at night. The alcohol and the temperature of the dry wood were enough to keep them properly warm.

The nine young people seemed to be traveling. Now that they were tired of talking and joking, the conversation suddenly changed and they started telling horror stories.

When traveling together at night, horror stories are a must-have program for most people before going to bed. Women will become weak and look more protective after hearing this, and men will pretend to be brave after hearing this, giving their female partners a sense of security. No tour group is complete without being tested by horror stories.

European horror stories are not just ghost stories. Some cruel people are much scarier than ghosts.

A young man vividly recounted the midnight butcher he once met.

"Ten years ago, during the vacation, I was a guest at my uncle's farm. During that time, there was a popular legend at my uncle's place, the doorbell of death."

"After 12 o'clock in the evening, many people will hear the doorbell ringing. Because there are many breeding farms there, it is said that the slaughtered animals come back for revenge! And every time you open the door, you find nothing."

"At that time, my uncle had encountered this situation several times and called the police. Because there was no previous death, the police thought it was a prank by a bored person, and they just asked him to be more vigilant."

"Until one night, my uncle's partner ran over with a pale face. He said that his doorbell rang all night, and he was very scared and wanted to stay overnight with his uncle."

"That day, my uncle drank with him and chatted very late. The man was relieved by his uncle's comfort. But the man was alert after all. He told his uncle that it was likely that thieves were eyeing the farm and he wanted to go back and take a look."

"result……"

"What happened???"

"He died when he came home!"

Men and women booed.

"Daniel, this story is not scary at all!"

The boy who told the story brought a cup of coffee and raised his eyebrows: "You think I'm done? No!"

"The next day, my uncle was taken for questioning by the police. When he came back, he told me with a blue face that his partner had been killed. The killing method was exactly the same as the slaughtering method."

"So disgusting..." a girl said.

Daniel whispered: "The police quickly investigated the murderer of this incident. There were not many surveillance facilities at the time. They only found on the driving recorder that when the deceased drove back, he met a burly man. And not long after, the deceased was killed in the street. At home. His neighbor heard the doorbell ringing all night long."

In the second half of the story, everyone who listened felt a little uncomfortable. In horror stories, no one likes simple and crude plots. Otherwise, it is better to watch the police case.

After another round of boos, another boy suggested: "Forget it, let's play a game."

Daniel also found that his story was a bit embarrassing. It would be better to change the topic at this moment, so he said: "What game?"

The white-faced, brown-haired boy who made the suggestion smiled: "Psychic!"

It's June now, and it's not too cold in Northern Europe.

This is a tourist area. Although the snow-capped mountains have not melted, the room is still warm. But as soon as the word "psychic" came out, the men and women in the room felt a chill like an electric current, stimulating the tightening of pores, and at the same time there was a little excitement in their hearts. .

"Which spirit can I channel?"

"Bloody Mary!"

Some people took a sip of wine, some whistled excitedly, some pumped their fists, and the three girls covered their mouths, smiling and looking around.

No one appears timid.

They knew about this psychic game, but they had never played it.

It is said that after midnight, a person must be locked in a damp and lightless bathroom and light a candle to summon the dead Mary.

Channeling in Europe is different from that in Japan and Southeast Asia, because the selected medium must face the channeling environment alone, so let me mention that everyone needs to draw lots to determine the order of channeling.

"Come! Here are nine slips of paper with nine numbers on them. The order of numbers is the order of the psychic."

"Gentlemen and ladies, are you ready?"

The white-faced and brown-haired boy smiled mysteriously, spread his palms, and everyone rushed forward to pick out the slips of paper.

"No. 5! Fortunately, he's not the first!"

"I'm No. 2, my God, it's so dangerous..."

"Number 7!"

"Who is 1?"

Everyone looked curiously and saw that Daniel, who had been telling a story earlier, held up a piece of paper with '1' written on it with a frown on his face.

"Poor Daniel, don't be afraid, I hope you can channel Bloody Mary!" The white-faced and brown-haired boy laughed.

Daniel was dissatisfied: "Liszt, you are cursing me!"

Liszt spread his hands: "It's much better than channeling a midnight butcher, isn't it?"

Everyone came to the bathroom door with great interest. In order to enhance the atmosphere, they turned on the water in the shower head and turned off the electric switch in the bathroom.

At this moment, in front of the mirror, Daniel held an unlit candle in his hand and looked over sadly.

Liszt crossed his hands on his chest and leaned against the door frame: "Daniel, we will leave here in a while, and the porch light and other lights in the room will also be turned off. At that time, you must light a candle and put it between you and the mirror. Recite devoutly three times: ibelievebloodymary (I believe in Bloody Mary). If you are a qualified psychic, you will see a woman's face covered in blood in the mirror. Do you understand?"

Daniel melancholy said: "I understand, you can go, I'm closing the door."

"No, no, no, the bathroom door can be opened so that we can appreciate your expression from a distance."

Liszt smiled and led the others back to the living room.

At this moment, the bathroom was dark, and the only sound that could be heard was the dripping of water from the shower head behind me. Liszt turned the water on very low, which highlighted the tranquility here.

Daniel turned back and looked along the corridor, and could vaguely see the outlines of Liszt and the others in the living room.

"The damn psychic game."

Daniel shook his head, took out a lighter and lit the candle.

The candlelight was weak, making the surroundings seem even quieter.

Others in the living room held their breath and were a little excited to see that Daniel had begun the channeling ceremony. Daniel was seen holding a candle and looking at his own appearance in the mirror, his expression gradually becoming pious.

"ibelievebloodymary!"

For a moment, the candlelight flickered, and Daniel was a little nervous. He realized that there was nothing strange, so he continued.

“ibelievebloodymary…”

"Dymary!"

In the living room, Liszt made a silent gesture towards the others. Once the three spells have passed, the next step is the ghost's reaction.

It’s a game that leans toward mysterious rituals, and Liszt doesn’t believe that weird things will happen. All serious and serious behaviors are just to increase the excitement of boring games.

But no one could have imagined that Daniel's face would suddenly be illuminated by a red light that did not belong to the candlelight.

Huh? Liszt was a little confused, where did this red light come from?

In the bathroom, Daniel turned to look in the direction of Liszt and the others, frowning and said: "Nothing strange happened, Liszt, is my channeling this time over? Is it time to change to the next person?"

A group of people saw Daniel looking at them with bleeding eyes, his face glowing red, and an abnormal evil smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh"

A shrill female voice broke the tranquility of the Wolf House Hotel. 2k reading network