Chapter Seventy-One: The Girl Under the Streetlight, a Boy Dies, Every Year

Bai Chen hesitated, as if he didn't want to tell me the rest of the story. Under my questioning www.biquge.info he said with difficulty: "I don't know when it began, but every night on February 14th, there would be a girl wearing a dress that was not in season, standing under the street lamp and selling roses to boys. No one knows who the girl is, no one knows why she did it, only that every February 14th, everyone avoids that road, but the next day there will still be unsuspecting boys who will have their hearts gouged out!"

"If only the people who buy flowers can see this female ghost, and the people who buy flowers are all dead, then who told the story?"

I looked at Bai Chen suspiciously, and he just shook his head. I could see the dodge in his eyes, and the story he told was like he was going to sentence us to death, and I froze by the bike, forgetting to go back to my dorm. Are we haunted by demons again?

"No," I muttered, "the female ghost didn't do anything to us, what was going on?" ”

When Bai Chen heard me say this, he also reacted: "Yes, you two are fine now, you are not missing, and you have not done anything to that ghost." What's going on?"

"Even if it's really a ghost, we won't be killed by her. Song Nan sat on the side of the road and said.

I looked at the dark coin in Bai Chen's hand and remembered the roses next to the corpses he said: "Fortunately, Song Nan didn't hand me its flowers." ”

If my guess is correct, the breakthrough of these murders is on the rose. What is the origin of this female ghost and the rose? If I can find out this secret, maybe I will never die in such a strange thing again.

"What are you thinking?" Song Nan interrupted my train of thought, "I advise you not to meddle in your affairs." ”

I smiled back and entered the restaurant preoccupied.

Late at night, I don't know if it was because I was frightened by Bai Chen's story, I dreamed that people who had lost their hearts appeared in front of me. Their chests were pierced by roses, and each of them walked up to me like a walking corpse and said to me with great resentment, "Why are you still alive, why are you the only one alive? Come and stay with us..."

Suddenly, the hands of those people seemed to really choke my neck, and I woke up in fright, only to realize that I was already sweating profusely.

"Who's going to buy my roses..."

I was sitting on the bed panting for breath when I heard a faint female voice outside the window. I thought I was having auditory hallucinations from the fright, and shook my head vigorously.

However, the voice really came from the window: "Somebody wants to buy my roses..."

The room where I lived was not far from Song Nan, and the balcony was open, and I guess he heard it.

Because I lived on the second floor, the sound downstairs could be heard very clearly, so I climbed out of bed and walked to the window, only to see a girl in a thin dress downstairs. To be precise, it was a translucent humanoid figure with a rose in its hand, spinning in place. Maybe she sensed me looking down, and she suddenly looked up and caught me with a precise gaze. Then, a strange smile broke out on the girl's lips, and at the same time, blood flowed from the corners of her eyes!

"Mom!"

I yelled and took a few steps back.

"Qiankun borrows the law..." Song Nan's voice, when I looked outside, it was really Song Nan holding a yellow talisman between his two fingers. I felt the past stop.

"Brother Nan, don't. "I snatched his talisman paper. Looking out further, sure enough, the female ghost was gone.

The next day, Bai Chen knocked on the door of the shared house with a nervous mood, for fear that he would encounter a terrifying corpse early in the morning. Fortunately, the female ghost didn't come to sneak attack, and I managed to see the rising sun. No more corpses were added to the matter.

Throughout the day, I kept listening to Bai Chen say that the legendary death curse had been lifted, only I was still thinking about the female ghost who was wandering downstairs last night. As I said to Bai Chen yesterday, if only the people who buy flowers can see the female ghosts, and the people who buy the flowers are all dead, then who told the story? Therefore, there must be someone who escaped this incident or knows the reason for the incident!

In the afternoon, I didn't have anything to do, so I went out to eat by myself. There are more and more people in Western restaurants.

The waiter walked over and said to the boy at table one, "Hello, do you need any help?"

The boy at table No. 1 seemed to have something to say after ordering, and followed the waiter to the counter, attracting the waiter's attention. I saw him sneak a glance at the female companion who was waiting for him in the seat, and quietly took out a ring. Although it is not a valuable style, it can be seen that the boy values it very much: "Please do me a favor: wait a minute and put this ring in the dessert we ordered, thank you!"

I was around, looked at me and asked, "Are you proposing?"

"Yes. The boy shook his head embarrassedly, "We've been together for more than three years, and I hope we can have a happy ending." ”

I smiled and congratulated him.

Watching the waiter turn around and hand it to the chef in charge of the dessert. The master took the ring but sighed and said, "The last time I encountered this kind of marriage proposal was a few years ago, but it's a pity..."

"What a pity, what a pity?" I walked into the kitchen. Asked.

"It's a pity, the ending is too miserable..."