"Look, look, what do you think of this group I added?" Wang Xiaomeng shouted at the three sisters in the dormitory.

"What? If you don't sleep early in the morning, what's the fuss? Xia Yun complained.

Yu Qing said: "What WeChat group? Show me. ”

Wang Xiaomeng handed the phone to Yu Qing, Yu Qing glanced at the screen, in the center was a WeChat group with an icon of blood skeletons, click in and found that there were hundreds of people, Yu Qing didn't play WeChat much, I knew very little about this communication software, but I felt that this group was a little weird, and no one spoke to hundreds of people.

Yuqing asked Wang Xiaomeng: "It doesn't feel good, why don't so many people speak?" Is there any fun to add in? ”

Wang Xiaomeng whispered mysteriously: "This group was recommended to me by my high school classmates, and she said that most of the members in it are college students, and they will tell ghost stories in the group every night." ”

"Aren't you scared of that, why are you so interested?" Murong Yu asked, it seemed that she had already woken up.

"Fear is fear, but I'm curious, I've loved listening to this kind of scary story since I was a child, and it feels very exciting." Wang Xiaomeng said.

"The one that Xiao Yu said last night is not bad, anyway, it scared me, I always feel that someone is walking down at night, I don't know if you feel it?" Xia Yun asked.

That night, Xia Yun already felt that there seemed to be someone under the bed, and after Yuqing turned on the light, she found that a transparent shadow with an extremely fast speed disappeared, and there was a puddle of unknown liquid on the ground, she buried these things in her heart and didn't tell everyone, she felt that some things were better not made public, so as not to cause unnecessary panic.

Judging from the current situation, there has been no movement for a few days since something appeared in the dormitory, and Yuqing has almost forgotten about it.

The first night of the four girls in the 404 dormitory has been going on for more than a week, every day after returning to the dormitory after military training, everyone began to brew the story to be told, Yuqing knew a lot of gonzo, every time she told it first, the other three listened, and then they felt that it was always very unpleasant to be an audience, so they began to tell the story they knew.

Murong Yu's storytelling ability is also very good, she can tell some things that others have never heard of, and her voice is fascinating, which scared Wang Xiaomeng into screaming several times.

Later, Wang Xiaomeng and Xia Yun also began to pay attention to ghost stories, collecting relevant information to make up stories or relay stories they heard from other places.

Wang Xiaomeng joined the WeChat group that tells ghost stories for this reason, which was recommended to her by her high school classmates, and after staying in it for a day, she found that there were indeed people who would tell some terrifying ghost stories, and after watching too much, she found that it was nothing more than that.

Wang Xiao dreamed of pulling Murong Yu and them into the group, so he asked for their opinions early in the morning.

They are noncommittal, Wang Xiaomeng can only chat with those strangers alone, there are always fresh stories appearing in the mobile phone, she feels that this feeling is very exciting, and some stories are like they have really experienced, after reading these stories, it feels like being there, which is completely different from the feeling of watching ghost stories before.

Wang Xiaomeng can't say why, since joining this WeChat group, she is not so afraid of ghosts, and she can tell you the stories she saw in the group at night, this night, Wang Xiaomeng told everyone a story that she thinks is very classic.

The story is called "The Boy on a Bicycle", and the person who told the story is a stranger in the group, and his WeChat name is the king of hanging science.

I don't know when I always saw a boy on a bicycle on campus, shuttling back and forth in different places every day.

Everyone thought it was very strange, not why he didn't go to class all day, but only roamed around the campus on his bicycle.

It's not that he doesn't go to ride further afield, just riding his bike day in and day out on this campus, I don't know how long.

Someone asked the seniors who were about to graduate, and the seniors told her that the kid had been like this for a long time, and he didn't know how many years he had been riding on a bicycle on campus, and when I first came, I saw him, and I thought it was strange at the time, so I asked the senior who sent me to the dormitory, and the senior couldn't tell when he started.

The strangest thing is that the boy on the bicycle is always saying something behind his back, as if there is someone in the back seat.

However, all you see is air.

Later, everyone only thought he was insane.

No one asks about it anymore, and occasionally a junior brings it up, and I will say, oh, that cyclist neurotic, it's been there for a long time, don't mess with him, be careful that he gets sick and beats you up.

Looking at the scared expressions of my younger brothers and sisters, I was very happy, and I felt that it was really good to scare them.

When I was about to graduate, I was walking by the lake once, and I happened to see the boy on a bicycle, sitting by the lake and seeming to think about something, occasionally turning his head to the side and opening his mouth to say something, his voice was so soft that I couldn't hear what he was saying.

I was very strange, since I entered the school as a freshman, I had asked my senior about this boy, and the senior couldn't understand the ins and outs, only that there was such a person in the school.

I'm leaving anyway, so it's okay to go over and say a few words, I thought.

Anyway, it's impossible to see the hell in broad daylight, there's nothing to be afraid of, even if someone is neurotic, the onset is also probable, no, even if it really doesn't happen to be sick, it's no problem to beat him down with my physique.

I'm still pretty confident in my fighting ability.

I walked over and deliberately made my footsteps louder, just to remind him that I was coming.

The boy didn't react at all, and sat there quietly, like a sculpture.

I thought to myself, uncle, there must be a limit to pretending to be forced, isn't it, I'm like this, and you still pretend not to hear, it doesn't make any sense.

I opened my mouth and said: "Hello, my name is Lin Cong, and my dad also took this name to make me extremely smart, but the result is good, I haven't been smart at all, but the best has been achieved in advance." ”

I studied in college for a few years, I only knew how to play games all day long, I didn't take classes a few times a year, I didn't know how many subjects I hung up, I retook the exam in front of the back, I was notified by the school to quit school several times, and I begged my grandfather to tell my grandmother with a cheeky face before I let the counselor agree to stay in school for probation, and I worked hard to review for a year in my junior year, and I was admitted to graduate school, which surprised everyone.

However, I'm really at the top, it's a bit of an exaggeration to say this, the hairline has been rising for more than a year since the graduate school entrance examination, and my hair is getting thinner, and now I look more than ten years older than when I first came to my freshman year, and there are always some students who call me teacher on the road, alas, the embarrassment of capitalization.

The boy finally noticed me and gestured at me.

I asked, "Can I sit here?" ”

"I'm sorry, there's already someone sitting on the left, you can sit on the right." ”

It's really strange when I look at it, there is obviously nothing on the left, and he said that someone is sitting, is it the hell?

Without saying a word, I sat down on his right, I have always been very interested in the legendary him, and in my heart he conquered me with his powerful sense of mystery, and I must talk to him today to make up for my regret of graduation.

"You've been a celebrity at school for a long time, how do you feel about it?" I spoke.

I didn't even think I was such a pure teaser, and I wanted to ask some special question, but as soon as I opened my mouth, my true nature as a teaser was exposed.

Alas...