Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

A grimace appeared in front of Lin Xiao without warning.

"Fuck!!!"

Even Lin Xiao was taken aback and jumped up from the bed with a whoosh.

"Hee hee hee!!"

After seeing Lin Xiao being frightened by herself, the expression on Su Wan's face returned to normal, and she looked very proud.

Lin Xiao:? ? ? ? ?

Nima.

My fame in my lifetime was ruined once.

He was actually intimidated by this little girl Su Wan.

If it spreads in the future, shouldn't it be ashamed and thrown to death?

Think of this...

Lin Xiao looked at Su Wan with a stern face: "You wait for me, later...you will feel better!!"

"A little bit!"

Su Wan stuck out her red tongue, looking very playful.

Get back into position.

Lin Xiao took a deep breath: "Next, let's start telling the second story of today."

His voice became serious, serious, and deep again.

"If someone died in a certain family, and the death was not normal, then... when you pass by the door of its house, even if the door is closed, you should feel quite uncomfortable, right? !"

"If I'm right, then...you can understand how I feel when I go out every day."

"When I open the anti-theft door, I usually bury my head and hurry down the stairs, trying not to look at the dark green iron door opposite, because I feel that it is unlucky."

"Behind that door lives my neighbor."

"A person died in his family. Not only did I know his death, but I also saw his brain. Just thinking about it, I know how infiltrating it is."

"Scarlet blood, mixed with white brains, just broke into your sight..."

"Such a picture is bound to make you unforgettable forever."

"Even though it's been five years."

"But the appearance of that man after death will appear in my dreams from time to time."

"he……"

"Turn your head slowly, the bright red is blood, and the white is brain."

"On his head and face, it was blurred into a ball, and in his mouth, he was still whimpering and murmuring something..."

"Whenever I woke up sweating profusely, I felt that I should have no reason to be afraid, because...he has nothing to do with me."

"Until now, I still clearly remember that on the day he died five years ago, the setting sun painted everything that was flat or uneven with golden red."

"He was barefoot, sitting on the edge of his balcony, wandering in the void on the seventh floor like he was dangling his feet in the river, talking nonsense to the growing crowd downstairs."

"And I was..."

"Just in the crowd, looking at his performance with his neck raised at a very high angle, I think he must be drunk."

"Because he's an out-and-out drunk."

"so……"

"No one believed that he would jump, but some well-meaning people worried that he would fall because of carelessness."

"as predicted……"

"He was sitting there dangling back and forth, and suddenly he leaned up, lost his balance, and fell directly into the balcony."

"A burst of cheerful laughter erupted from the crowd of onlookers."

"However, before their laughter stopped, it turned into a short, stormy exclamation halfway through."

"It turned out that after the man disappeared from our sight for a few seconds, he climbed up to the balcony with his hands and feet together, and then fell straight down in front of everyone as if he was using too much force."

"Bang!!!"

"The man's body hit the concrete floor heavily."

"The crowd backed away screaming and fell silent for a moment."

"We watched in astonishment as a piece of bright red radiated from under his body and expanded."

"That guy..."

"He just died."

"There is only one silent woman left, which is his wife."

"Her age is at most thirty-one or twelve years old."