Chapter 660: Untouchable
“At this time, a gust of wind blew, and a photo was exposed on the tombstone. Although the photo became blurry after being exposed to wind and rain, you can still identify it if you look closely. The tombkeeper here!”
“This tombkeeper is the murdered caregiver—Liu Genfu.”
"Although Azhe figured it all out, it was too late. The tombkeeper took off his straw hat and sunglasses on his face. Under the sunglasses was a pair of bloody eye holes."
< br>"His eyes were gouged out, and even his head was shaky, as if it would fall off his neck at any time."
"Eyes."
"Such beautiful eyes."
"Liu Genfu slowly walked towards Azhe and his children. There was a lot of blood on his face, but He was laughing and kept laughing until he put his hands into the other person's eyes."
The man's story ends here, but the thinking left for everyone does not stop. The protagonist in the story, Azhe, is obvious. It was the man in front of me.
Both the temperament and the voice when he speaks are very consistent.
But in the story, the ghost wanted the eyes of Azhe's son, but now that the man can stand here and tell them this story, it means that Azhe himself is also dead.
Jiang Cheng thought about it differently. Could it be that Azhe voluntarily handed over his eyes in order to protect his son.
He fulfilled his promise and was willing to give anything for his son.
"Okay, our story is finished." The man raised his head slightly and looked at Jiang Cheng and the others, "It's your turn."
From Jiang Cheng's perspective, he could just see The man in the darkness had no eyes, only a pair of empty eye holes, and there were dried blood around the eye holes.
After the last person's story was told, the remaining people began to look at the people in Jiangcheng, the female students, the writer, the woman in red, the black car driver, and the resident singer Azhe
Slowly, Even their bodies have changed. The female student's eyes have turned blood red, and the writer has a scarf around his neck. The scarf on the shirt fell off, revealing the blue marks inside. The woman in red's legs were shaking as if she was unsteady. The driver of the black car stretched out his left hand hidden in his sleeve, missing a middle finger, and there was also a quilt. Azhe, who had his eyes gouged out, was shaking his head from side to side, as if he might fall off at any moment.
Huaiyi and Fatty also noticed something was wrong. These were not human beings, they were all ghosts! But they had no way to escape.
Instinct told them that there might be something scarier than the ones in front of them hidden in the darkness nearby.
“Why don’t you speak?” The female student’s eyes were filled with resentment, “Don’t you have any stories to tell?”
"There is no story. It means they were not invited!" The driver of the black car had a high-pitched voice, which was particularly unpleasant.
The woman in red is crazier than them. She seems to be sure that they have no story to tell. Her legs are twisted strangely, as if she is about to pounce at any time, "We want to hear stories! Listen to your stories. !”
Huaiyi hugged Fatty involuntarily, shivering.
The "people" who saw this scene became even more crazy. They slowly approached a few people and surrounded them.
Just when the scene was about to get out of control, a burst of laughter suddenly sounded, with a trace of undisguised mockery.
"That's it?"
Jiang Cheng shook his head, glanced at the people gathered around him and said, "I really overestimated the dishes you had."
"It's so bad. I have the nerve to tell my story, are you here to make me laugh?”
Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a few seconds, and then Azhe's voice sounded, "Do you have a story?"
"I have many stories. I'm wondering which one to start with. Start talking. "Jiang Cheng didn't even look at him, as if he had no interest in him.
The woman in red threatened in a low voice: "Before you tell it, I need to remind you that the story you are going to tell must be true."
"Don't think you can make it up. Or you can get away with a hearsay story, but you can't hide it from us."
"If you make up a story and we find out, you will be punished accordingly!"
Jiang Cheng paused for a moment. , begins his first story.
“I have a friend.” Jiang Cheng said: “He was once invited to a school to shoot an anniversary celebration, and the finale was a girls’ chorus.”
“But after he finished filming the rehearsal and went back to look at the photos, he discovered something very strange.”
“There were 48 girls participating in the chorus, but in the photos taken, there was 49 people.”
“There is one more person?” Perhaps the scene in the college gave the female student a sense of belonging, and a trace of fear appeared on her face for a moment.
What she didn't expect was that Jiang Cheng actually stopped, then turned his head mechanically, stared at her, and after a moment showed a strange smile, "Yes, there is one more person."
Jiang Cheng emphasized the last word "human".
The female student shrank her neck subconsciously and stopped talking.
“The weirdness in this school goes beyond that. Later, according to his inquiries, he found that there are almost no male teachers in the school, and even the school security guards are all women.”
“And He also found in the school's archives that there were once first-level dancers who were forced to graduate, and the girl who appeared in the chorus was among them."
“She was killed by someone.” Jiang Cheng lowered his voice: “A shameless lie from a man.”
“This man was his teacher, and at this time he already had He had a girlfriend, but he kept pestering her, but later he was worried that the matter would be exposed, so he called out to catch the thief and said that it was the female student who kept seducing him. "
"Amidst the glares and accusations, the female student hanged herself in her favorite dance studio."
"From then on, there was one less dancing white swan on campus, but one more tense instep. A fierce ghost with strange steps."
"Every midnight. , in the empty practice room, the strange dancing posture of the female student will be reflected in the mirror on the wall."
"But she is not the only one."
"She can also dance. The people she killed were also dragged into the mirror and danced with them."
"Including the male teacher who killed him at that time. His jaw was broken off alive and left in the mirror forever to atone for his sins."
Jiang Cheng paused and stopped abruptly: "My The story is over."
"Is it over?" Come around. A few people were engrossed in listening, "What happens next? What happened to that friend of yours in the end?"
Jiang Cheng was talking about the past school copy. He really wanted to say more, but if he did, he would reveal the truth. Well, he couldn't say that. Then I solved the task and returned home.
He glanced at everyone with a look that said you'd better not ask, "Believe me, it's best that no one knows the rest of the story."
When Jiang Cheng looked at him, the writer who had been having the most fun just suddenly turned off. He saw the words "untouchable" in those eyes. (End of this chapter)