Chapter 657 Guest
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"The sound of wheels rolling sounded in the corridor, and the sound stopped in front of the interrogation room door, a The police officer stepped forward and opened the door. He saw no one, only a suitcase standing outside the door. "
"The new police officer is so irresponsible. The evidence was delivered like this?"< br>
"The police officer who opened the door didn't pay much attention. After muttering a few words, he brought the suitcase in and placed it against the wall."
"Before the interrogation started, they talked with the police officer on duty at the evidence office. The police officer greeted him and said that evidence would probably be used to completely break the suspect’s psychological defenses.”
“But just when the police officer turned his head and was about to continue, he discovered that Aqiang’s His face changed. He no longer looked crazy, but stared straight at himself. "
"Following his line of sight, he discovered that Aqiang was looking at the suitcase. . ”
“But soon, Aqiang began to twist and struggle, and at the same time, his body kept leaning back, as if trying to retreat away from something. ”
"But he was chained to the chair, so everything was in vain. He made a whirring sound that no one could understand, and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying sight."
"This scene also shocked the two police officers, but they looked everywhere but saw nothing."
"Everything nearby was normal. The suitcase as evidence stood quietly by the wall, nothing happened. "
"But in Aqiang's eyes, it was not like that."
" He saw a small crack in the zipper of the suitcase, and through the crack, an eye with only the whites remaining stared at him coldly."
"Then, a hand stretched out from the gap. It was a white hand that had been soaked. It groped on the suitcase until it grabbed the zipper."
"Then slowly, He opened the zipper bit by bit, and as the suitcase opened wider and wider, a woman crawled out of it. "
"But it wasn't the crawling one imagined. The woman's limbs were broken, and her body was weird. Twisted, one While crawling, there was a sound of friction in the joints. "
"The long, wet hair hangs down, and through the gap in the long hair, a pair of vicious eyes can be seen behind."
"Looking at those eyes, Aqiang seemed to understand something instantly. He started to search everywhere on his body, and found that there was an extra ring on the middle finger of his left hand."
"It's the gemstone ring, the one taken off the hand of the female corpse!"
"Aqiang went crazy and wanted to take off the ring and return it to the woman, but the ring seemed to have grown. No matter how hard he tried, nothing moved in his hands."
" Seeing the woman getting closer and closer, the hands with missing middle fingers were about to catch his feet, Aqiang finally collapsed. Just yell and go Biting the finger with the ring on it"
"The two police officers also reacted at this moment and immediately grabbed Aqiang's hand, trying to control him."
"But at this moment Aqiang. He was as strong as a cow, and the two police officers couldn't hold him down at all. With a heart-breaking sound, Aqiang held his severed finger, his mouth and face covered with blood, and he smiled like a madman. .”
"Haha, I took it off. I'll give the ring back to you. Don't look for me anymore. You won't look for me again!" Throwing it towards the suitcase."
"Finally, the woman who crawled out of the suitcase disappeared, and Aqiang gradually became quiet."
" Just when the two police officers breathed a sigh of relief and were about to call the doctor, Aqiang began to tremble violently as if he was having a flashback. Not long after, his whole body suddenly straightened up. After a while, his head tilted and stopped moving. ."
"Are you dead?" a woman asked in a low voice. The ending of this story seemed to be a little rushed, and everyone still had more to say.
The man in sportswear did not answer immediately. After a while, he said in an uncomfortable voice: "This incident was finally determined to be that the suspect was too nervous during the interrogation and died of a heart attack. However, the police searched the scene and could not find the suspect." A broken finger."
After saying that, the man in the sportswear stretched out his hand to straighten his collar. Under the dim light, Jiang Cheng saw that the man's left hand, which he straightened his collar, only had four fingers.
Just one middle finger is missing.
Based on the story told by the man before, Jiang Cheng can be sure that the protagonist Aqiang in the man’s story is the man himself.
Not only him, but also the previous people who told strange stories.
The story ended abruptly after the female student in the first story told about something coming out of the closet behind her.
In Jiang Cheng's opinion, there should be another section later, where the female student, like her roommate, was dragged into the closet and killed by the ghost hiding in the closet.
The writer in the second story is the lanky man himself who tells the story.
Not only did he have a matching temperament, he was also carrying a backpack with the zipper unzipped at the back, revealing the laptop inside.
More importantly, he was wearing a scarf. From Jiang Cheng's perspective, he could just see the deep purple marks exposed under the scarf.
In his story, the ghost was hanged in the same way.
As for the woman in red who tells the third story, it is Xiaolan who made a promise with the ghost in the story. In the story, Xiaolan’s legs are just right, but the pace of the woman in red is strange.
So these people in front of them are not people, but ghosts!
These ghosts tell their own strange stories.
"They are all wonderful stories, but compared with the stories I am going to tell next, they are even worse." The last man came out of the shadows.
The man was relatively short and dressed very ordinary. He kept his head lowered so that no one could see his face clearly.
What’s even more strange is that the man’s head is shaking, as if it will fall off his neck at any time.
Regarding his words, a strange look flashed in the eyes of the people who had finished talking about the ghost story before. From their faces, Jiang Cheng noticed dissatisfaction.
Compared with the ghost stories they told, Jiang Cheng was more interested in why they came here late at night, and judging from their appearance, it seemed as if they were comparing which of the ghost stories they told was more terrifying.
A group of ghosts gathered together to compare who died more miserably and more bizarrely. Jiang Cheng said it was difficult to understand.
"Is the involution among ghosts so serious?"
Without giving Jiang Cheng a chance to continue thinking, the short and fat man spoke. Different from his image, his voice was very pleasant, a little... The texture of the smoke voice: "The name of the story I told is called The Guest."
"The name of the protagonist in the story My name is Azhe, he is 35 years old and he is a resident singer in a bar.”
“Azhe has a son who has just turned 4 years old. Azhe likes his son very much, but because of his work, he only spends time with him. The son has very little time, and his mother-in-law has always helped to take care of him." (End of Chapter)