The story became more and more boring, and I started to get drowsy, and at the same time I noticed that they also had a characteristic of telling the story, which was visiting the white candles.

Originally, the lights were turned on in this room, but in the storytelling session, in order to create an effect, the sect leader turned off all the lights in this room, and every time someone told a story, he lit a white candle and placed it on the ground, so that the light of the stars appeared in the room.

I was so sleepy that I heard this story, and no one asked me to tell it anyway, so I squinted my eyes and ran to a corner of the hall, and Wang Ruohan fell asleep.

I don't know how long it was, but when I opened my eyes again, it was already dark outside, and there wasn't even a clock in the room.

I turned on my phone, and found that the phone was out of battery, and Wang Ruohan's was the same.

When I looked further, I saw that the ground was already full of white candles, and it seemed that their story had been told a lot.

And at this moment, I felt the flame of the white candle constantly levitating in the air, as if it was flying.

Did it happen in advance?

When I thought of this, I groped for the wall and quickly stood up, and then I found that the originally fiery red flames all turned green in an instant, and they kept hovering in the air, and they were bitten into a circle.

And at this time, one of the men slowly stood up, and this man was the man who drove the motorcycle before.

was the first to tell a ghost story.

* The moment I got up, I saw that the other person's neck was bleeding, and I could clearly see that there was such a wound on the other person's body.

When the other woman stood up, I could see a stab wound on the other woman's stomach.

Now I can see it.

Where did these 99 stories and these people come from and where do they go?

Why do some of these people's religious tracts be available to them, but some people simply ignore them?

Because from the beginning this religion was not at all for telling horror stories, nor for coming to see God.

It's about going to God.

This so-called seeing God is not an excuse, but a literal meaning.

All of you here are dead.

That is, it can be said that the people who participate in this regiment are souls themselves.

I have seen a lot of religions of all kinds, but this is the first time in my life that I have seen a religion made up of souls.

I looked at the time, and it was already half past one at midnight.

No wonder every time a meeting is held, this time is chosen, not because this time can set off the atmosphere, but because the power of the soul is the strongest at this time.

Each of the dozens of people present was missing arms and legs or died in an accident, and their souls always remained the same as they were after death.

At this time, I saw the sect leader standing in the middle of the ground looking at me and said, "Little brother, it's time for you to tell the story, and when you're done, you can go on the road!"

I laughed.

I knew there was something wrong with this place, but I didn't expect to flip the table so early!

Let's retell these three stories, and we will know who is the identity of the protagonist and what is so special.

First of all, the first thing was the long-haired woman found in the back of the commercial complex.

In the story, the woman had long hair flowing on both sides, and was obviously a faceless ghost, and immediately after listening to the story, the ghost attacked me and was finally defeated by me.

The next day I saw the news of a woman's death, and that she died in the same way I killed ghosts.

I was shocked at the time, and I really thought that I had accidentally injured someone, so I didn't go to the police.

It's stupid, squatting in front of the TV every day and waiting for the local news broadcast, but after waiting for a long time, no one has said anything about it, and then I went to the local area to investigate, and I didn't say who had seen this woman.

Actually, I got things wrong, and the ins and outs of this development happened completely in flashbacks.

The ghost stories I watched were all about a person who died and turned into a ghost, and then went to make waves and was finally destroyed.

That's the whole order.

However, the story here is completely in the form of flashbacks to slowly grope through, and it is necessary to first explain the ghost attack and finally slowly set out the meaning of the ghost, as well as the original identity.

Actually, it's quite complicated, but if you think about it, it's not that difficult.

The first deceased was actually already dead long ago.

It should be said that it is dead from beginning to end.

But the ghosts I saw that night, the same women I saw next to the trash can that day, were actually the same female ghosts, and none of them were human beings at all.

That's it, so no matter where I go to investigate, I can't investigate the identity of this woman at all, and the existence of this woman will not be reported on the news at all.

All my efforts to insist on my investigation were in vain.

Then there's the second thing, which is a little more complicated, which is the editor's problem.

In this story and the story I was facing, there were interspersed delays, and many of the characters were completely mixed and could not be properly distinguished.

Then if you bring out some irrelevant characters Gree, you can explain it clearly.

At first, I thought that the main character in this story was the female college student who died.

But in this case, the whole thing is different from my reasoning, that female college student is not a ghost, but a real person in this world.

If you use a female college student as the protagonist to investigate this matter, there is no clue at all, and the first victim in the third incident is the editor who died in a car accident.

In this case, it is completely confused.

The first one says in the correct order, the main staff in the second story is the editor, and the supporting characters are female college students, and the rest of the people don't matter.

And in this order, it makes sense.

The protagonist here has a common trait, which is that the ghost always appears in the form of a ghost from the beginning to the end, and is not a person.

I only found out about this when I met the editor's old mother.

The editor died in a car accident, and the family came to the funeral for the editor.

In fact, there was one thing that no one who was present knew about it, and that was that the editor had actually died before the car accident.