The crow streaked across the grey sky and stopped on a crooked stone monument. Pens, fun, and pavilions www.biquge.info weeds, and rats sneak in. The crow looked coldly at the large and small bulges on the ground, like a king looking down on his courtiers. His eyes stayed on a flat stone tablet, and he burst into flames. It was originally silent, the silence on the edge of hell, full of the solemnity of life. Now, there are voices that don't belong here...... On the stele are several bottles of wine, a roast chicken, and appetizers such as pig ears. The three men sat around with a vague shadow trailing behind them, at least proving that they were all alive. They were drinking and chatting: One: "Okay, come here to find inspiration, what are you looking for?" Two: "Do you think the owner of this tombstone will come up to trouble us?" Three: "Cut, what's this, maybe this is a place where some demon road refines, maybe after a while, he will give an order, and the guys here will jump out." "One:"I think the plot of the orphan girl going to the grave is better, we met a girl with a bamboo basket here...... "The three are all horror novel writers, all worried about inspiration, and later someone posted photos and road maps of this place in the group, and everyone was like a treasure, but the courage to write horror novels is not necessarily big, and in the end only the three of them came here together. Now cremation is advocated, and the cemetery is standardized management, so that everything can be neatly organized, like this cemetery with an atmosphere, it is extremely rare to think that they have only seen it in movies. After drinking, the three of them took out their cameras and took pictures of the grave as if they were cherishing places of interest. The crow flew to the treetops and looked at the three men with cold eyes. It's too much, it's too insulting to the atmosphere of my territory, can this kind of broken story happen at the feet of me, a master of terror? The crow remembered his classics of the year, and then looked at the few friends in front of him, and he decided to let them see what was surprising and what was terrifying. After the three of them finished taking photos, they couldn't wait to open the browsing menu, and they were all stylish in the photos. It's just that...... There is always a crow scratching his head and posing to grab the camera, sometimes he combs his hair in the mirror, sometimes he wears lipstick, and even powder......

I've been renting near the Hailong Building in Zhongguancun, Beijing, for four or five years, and I work in the Hailong Building, selling computer components. My only hobby is watching horror movies or horror novels. I think that among all the horror novels I have read, Mr. Yinong's long horror novel "Stone Buddha Town" is the best written, it made me not sleep on Anwenqiao for almost a month, and everyone who looks at him or her neck first to see if there are any traces of a vampire bite there. One day, I went to the movie theater midnight show to watch a horror movie. I have to say that horror movies are becoming less and less scary nowadays, so I had to choose to watch them at a time like midnight that can increase the horror atmosphere. When horror films start showing. Faced with one terrifying picture after another, I had a feeling that I couldn't help but want to laugh. I am a well-educated person, and in order not to affect the rest of the audience, I always try to control myself, and I strangle all the laughing cells in my body before they break out. At this moment, a silver bell-like laugh suddenly sounded in my ears, and I turned to see a charming female audience member sitting in the back row of me, her slender jade fingers pointing at the screen showing horror movies and smiling white teeth. There are even people who feel the same way as me, and watching horror movies feels like watching a comedy. Unexpectedly, the female audience's laughter did not fall, and the whole theater resounded with stormy laughter. I finally couldn't help but join in the laughter. "Hahaha, hahaha......" I laughed so hard that I covered my stomach with my hands and laughed until my stomach hurt. Countless spectators slid off their seats with laughter and rolled on the ground. Suddenly, the headlights of the theater were turned on, and the theater was as bright as day. The laughter in the cinema came to an abrupt end. I saw a person shouting at the gate: "Who is laughing?" The theater is long closed, and who else is doing a neurotic here? When I looked up, I realized that I was the only one sitting in the empty theater.

The crow streaked across the grey sky and stopped on a crooked stone monument. Weeds, rats sneak in. The crow looked coldly at the large and small bulges on the ground, like a king looking down on his courtiers. His eyes stayed on a flat stone tablet, and he burst into flames. It was originally silent, the silence on the edge of hell, full of the solemnity of life. Now, there are voices that don't belong here...... On the stele are several bottles of wine, a roast chicken, and appetizers such as pig ears. The three men sat around with a vague shadow trailing behind them, at least proving that they were all alive. They were drinking and chatting: One: "Okay, come here to find inspiration, what are you looking for?" Two: "Do you think the owner of this tombstone will come up to trouble us?" Three: "Cut, what's this, maybe this is a place where some demon road refines, maybe after a while, he will give an order, and the guys here will jump out." "One:"I think the plot of the orphan girl going to the grave is better, we met a girl with a bamboo basket here...... "The three are all horror novel writers, all worried about inspiration, and later someone posted photos and road maps of this place in the group, and everyone was like a treasure, but the courage to write horror novels is not necessarily big, and in the end only the three of them came here together. Now cremation is advocated, and the cemetery is standardized management, so that everything can be neatly organized, like this cemetery with an atmosphere, it is extremely rare to think that they have only seen it in movies. After drinking, the three of them took out their cameras and took pictures of the grave as if they were cherishing places of interest. The crow flew to the treetops and looked at the three men with cold eyes. It's too much, it's too insulting to the atmosphere of my territory, can this kind of broken story happen at the feet of me, a master of terror? The crow remembered his classics of the year, and then looked at the few friends in front of him, and he decided to let them see what was surprising and what was terrifying. After the three of them finished taking photos, they couldn't wait to open the browsing menu, and they were all stylish in the photos. It's just that...... There is always a crow scratching his head and posing to grab the camera, sometimes he combs his hair in the mirror, sometimes he wears lipstick, and even powder......

Today's three ghost stories, hahaha I hope everyone is comfortable watching it. Come on, come on!

Time slipped away little by little, and there was still a little bit of meaning. (To be continued.) )