Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

Probably my heart was slightly ashamed of my roommates, so that night, I just told them everything about Wen Jiubai and me, including the story of Shi Yitong ’s grandfather, grandmother looking for the lover in dreams, and serial child rape. 、 The arrest of the murderer, and what exactly happened when I went home with Wen Jiubai during the eleventh. Eighteen One Chinese W? W? W. 81ＺW. COM. Of course, I also have reservations in the process of telling. For example, I did not mention the mysterious identity of Wen Jiubai, nor did I mention the entangled feelings of Mao Yaoxue and Shi Yitong. But after I told these stories, no one seemed to care about why I had a fight with Wen Jiubai. Everyone opened their mouths and immersed themselves in these incredible storylines.

"Gu Yu, you, you ... are all the things you said true?" Di Zi really had a mouth so big that he could put an egg.

"If I could compose these stories myself, would I have gone to write novels to make money, and still need to go to college here?" I rolled my eyes.

"But, but ... oh my god." Zhou Lang also looked speechless, "There is such an incredible thing!"

I nodded and said, "I didn't believe these weird things, but since I met Wen Jiubai, incredible things have been happening and I have to believe it. If you believe Wen Jiubai, he has something on his body A mysterious atmosphere and a strong aura. But even if I say that, you don't understand ... "

"What did I say?" Qi Bojian suddenly said coldly, "You absolutely love him secretly."

"Zibo Jane!" My face was hot and roared angrily, and the boys laughed at their faces.

"What do you think?" Di Zizhen asked the other two.

"Well ... how to say. There are too many things we humans don't understand in this world, so monsters are not impossible." Qi Bojian was suddenly frustrated. "I still want to think this semester. Join the party, and you suddenly told me this. ** Good, ** Good. "

"Don't take a look at it, look at the poor acidity of your intellectual." Zhou Lang rubbed Zibo with his elbow, and said to me with a serious look, "Old man, I believe what you said. I will tell you, There is really a ghost in this world, and I absolutely believe it. Hey, do you guys know about the haunted dormitory building of the Humanities College recently? "

As soon as Zhou Lang said this, the atmosphere of the conversation changed instantly. I have already told you a lot of horrible ghost stories, and when this word came out, everyone's spirit was tense.

"Haunted, haunted?" Qi Bojian stuttered, "Uh, no, I haven't heard of it."

When Zhou Lang saw everyone started to be nervous, he became even more vigorous.

"Oh, why don't you both care about the gossip so much? I tell you, you won't find your girlfriend if you don't listen to things outside the window!"

"Okay, why so much nonsense, say it quickly!" Di Zizhen urged.

Zhou Lang cleared his throat and said, "Ah, this is my classmate who listened to my girlfriend's girlfriends. It is said that the girl's dormitory in our humanities school is haunted, and several dormitories have been encountered. It is usually in the middle of the night, at ten in the morning From 2 to 3 in the morning, everyone was sleeping in Zhengxiang, but someone suddenly heard someone knocking on the door outside. '哐 哐 哐' '哐 哐 哐', it was very rhythmic and loud. So listen The man who knocked on the door had to climb down from the bed and run to open the door, but he saw— "

Zhou Lang deliberately stopped here without saying, causing a group of us to stare dead. Di Zi really didn't talk nonsense, and gave him a punch when he went up: "You think he talks cross talk! What ghosts are you selling? What do you see? Hurry up!"

"Ah, alas, Boss!" Zhou Lang screamed, "This is not to blame me, in fact it is. What exactly is it after opening the door, everyone's saying is different!"

I frowned, my sensitive nerves realized that this might not be a simple campus ghost story.

"How can it be different?" I asked. "What have they seen?"

"Some people saw a head floating in the air, some people saw white **** ghosts in their eyes, and others saw nothing, saying nothing outside the door," Zhou Lang said.

"What then?" Qi Bojian asked.

"Then the girls who heard the knock on the door were frightened, but they didn't make any noise. When they opened their eyes, they were lying on the bed in the dormitory, and there was nothing around them." Zhou Lang pressed down. The voice continued, "They asked their roommates when they woke up. Everyone said that they hadn't heard the knock on the door, and they were quiet all night. They all said that it was a silly person who dreamed of sleeping."

Qi Bojian seems unwilling to accept the ghostly setting in the world, arguing, "But it may also be that the girl is sleeping stupid. Which school does not have this kind of campus spooky story, do you want to say those The stories are really unsuccessful? Many of them are passed down from student to student, telling a story that could have been explained to the gods, turning it into a ghost story. "

"That's it!" Di Zizhen nodded in agreement. "There are many ghost stories that are actually misunderstandings. It's just because the girls are too scared and they misunderstand each other to make them haunted. of."

But I shook my head in disapproval, "No, I don't think so. Wen Jiubai said that ghosts all originate from human hearts, and monsters are born of human fear, sadness, and resentment as hotbeds. If from From this perspective, there are no fake ghost stories. Besides, since I followed Wen Jiubacha's commission, there have been countless instances of the situation worsening and the death of the victim because people around me didn't care. "

"I didn't say, didn't you fall in love with that demon teacher, the fourth child? Why still care about such things?" Qi Bojian asked.

I was blocked by this, and I had to explain it stubbornly, "Since I have been exposed to this kind of thing, I will of course care about it. Besides, in case there is really any dirty thing in our school, it will be very troublesome. ?"

Qi Bojian seemed to be convinced by me, and turned to ask Zhou Lang, "Second, are you talking about haunted things only in girls' dormitories?"

Zhou Lang shook his head. "When I first heard, only girls' dormitories had such a thing. Their girls were timid, and they would talk about anything when they encountered something. Later, the girls passed it on to the class. The boys have just started to say that they have had such things in their dormitory. Only boys, they are generally big-hearted, they do n’t take it seriously, they just sleep because they sleep hard, and no one cares. It wasn't until the girls were afraid to go to the temple for peace signs that the boys began to realize that something was wrong. "