Chapter 651 Weird Stories
“Her computer was a notebook, with the screen slightly downwards. I calmed down for a while, and waited until the ringtone disappeared before I dared to walk over.”
“Slow. She slowly opened her screen and found that the screen was black, but it was not as black as when the screen was turned off. There was a picture on it, but the picture itself was black. "
“It’s not right to say black, it should be blurry!” The girl confirmed, saying: “The picture seems to be covered with a layer of gray filter, and the black areas are uneven, only A blurry outline. "
Hearing the girl's description, Fatty and Huaiyi were obviously a little nervous. They had seen similar scenes, but the results were not good.
Jiang Cheng acted very calmly, looking at the girl with concern in his eyes. He took the girl's trembling hand and said softly: "Don't be afraid, we are all here."
But this time, Jiang Cheng The comfort didn't have much effect, the girl's body couldn't stop He started to tremble, and his voice became strange, "I had a feeling at that time that as long as I got closer to the screen, as long as I got a little closer, I could see clearly what was on the screen."
"Then What?" someone urged, a man wearing a plaid scarf.
The girl was stunned for a moment when asked, and then she shook her head violently as if she suddenly realized something, "But I didn't, I was scared, and I don't know what I was thinking at the time. I held my phone and I called my roommate to see what would happen this time."
The next second, the girl suddenly raised her head, the color on her face had long faded, and she became pale and desperate. "It's ringing, the phone is ringing again!"
“It’s coming from the computer, no, it’s coming from the screen, it’s coming from the screen!!”
“There is something shining on the screen, which slightly dispels the surrounding darkness. It’s my roommate’s cell phone! The girl said in horror: "I also saw A pale hand is holding the mobile phone. It is my roommate. It is her. There is a four-leaf clover bracelet on the wrist of that hand. It was given to her by me! "
" You mean your roommate appeared in the video?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"She didn't show up, she was caught because she didn't come here on time. That post is true, it's a curse!"
"Then and on" the girl gasped violently, "The picture on the screen suddenly changed. First, everything disappeared and turned into pure darkness. Then, a gap suddenly opened in the middle of the picture, and light came out of the gap."
"The gap slowly became wider, and through the gap, I saw a person's back."
"It's me, it's me!"
"I was standing in front of the computer with my back turned. , still holding the mobile phone in his hand."
"I also heard the cabinet door being pushed. There was a creaking sound, but it was not coming from the computer." The girl suddenly collapsed and said with a cry: "Behind me!"
Everyone immediately thought of the wardrobe with clothes exposed before. There was indeed something hidden inside, but it wasn't her roommate, but something else.
"I passed out and when I woke up, I was lying in the school infirmary. It was my classmate next door who noticed something was wrong and saw me lying on the ground through the window."
"But when you woke up I found out that your roommate is really missing." Jiang Cheng asked, "Is that right?"
The girl nodded. , whispered: "Yes, she disappeared."
After a moment, the girl raised her head again and asked in a pleading tone: "Am I completing my mission?"
After all, she did tell a supernatural story just now, which fulfilled the requirements of the mysterious post.
"Who knows?" The tall and thin man also showed a helpless expression. He adjusted his glasses as if he had made up his mind, "No matter what, I will tell you the next one."
The tall and thin man The man paused and suddenly lowered his voice: "The name of my story is Dong."
His voice was very magnetic, giving everyone an immersive feeling. It feels like, "There was once a writer who lived in an apartment when he was out of town collecting stories."
"The apartment was an older one and the location was remote, but fortunately the rent was cheap and it was not Noisy, so the writer is very satisfied."
"He goes out to collect stories during the day and writes in the room at night."
"Unexpectedly, he was very lucky. He came across a good story during the day on the first day. He had a clear mind at night and wrote in the study until very late before going back to the bedroom to sleep."
"But Asleep, he suddenly woke up, didn't he do it? It was a nightmare, but he was woken up by a strange sound. "
"Dong."
The sound was very rhythmic. , about once every ten seconds, like someone knocking hard on the wall.
He followed the sound and found that the sound was coming from the direction of the study.
This is the room where he wrote.
He couldn't help but feel doubtful. He slowly opened the bedroom door and walked towards the study. The knocking sound became clearer along the way.
He was certain that the knocking came from the study.
With a fruit knife in his hand, the writer quickly opened the study door.
Then turn on the light.
But there was no one inside, only his laptop was open, and the screen gave off a faint light.
"No one?"
Not only was there no one, but after he opened the door, the "dong dong" knocking sound disappeared.
The study was not very big, and there were only a few places where people could hide. After checking it, he found nothing, and there was no sign that anything he had put in the study had been tampered with.
"Have you been under too much pressure recently?" The writer said to himself. He was too tired, so he didn't take it seriously, turned around and went back to sleep.
The next day, also late at night, he was woken up by another knocking sound. Just when he opened the study door, the knocking sound disappeared again.
Once it might have been caused by stress, but if it happened twice in succession, it was not that simple. He suspected that someone had done it on purpose.
Probably the next door neighbor.
He walked to the wall next to the study room and knocked hard several times, and found that the sound was very similar to the one he heard.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but he actually heard something sound coming from next door.
Early the next morning, the writer ran to the next door and knocked on the door for a long time. Not to mention that someone opened the door, there was no sound at all.
"Don't pretend to be dead with me, I know you are at home!" The writer stood in front of the door and asked: "Didn't you have a good time knocking last night? If you have the ability, don't be cowardly!"
< br>Seeing that the other party did not dare to say anything, the writer gave up. He turned around and went downstairs, where he met the landlord who rented his house. He angrily told the landlord what happened at night.
The landlord was an elderly lady, wearing reading glasses and walking tremblingly. After hearing the writer’s story, she looked incredulous and said: “Young man, are you mistaken? , no one has lived next door to you, it has been empty for many years." (End of Chapter)