This plot should have been written a long time ago......

Sigh......

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"Shopkeeper, when will I be able to call?" An ignorant and dazed young man stepped out of the room and asked in a loud voice.

The glow from the blackout emergency lights on the walls does not fully illuminate the entire inn. The customers in the guest rooms gradually walked out of the room because there was no heating and gathered in the lobby on the first floor, where the lights were brightest.

Since it is not the peak tourist season, this town is also a tourist city that has just been developed, so there are not many customers. There are only about 20 people in the total.

More than 20 men and women gathered in the lobby on the first floor, where there was no electricity, and the innkeeper ...... Well, that's a bit of a drop-off...... In order to prevent these young and vigorous guys who do everything for the sake of face and pretending, they secretly attack themselves or other people's female companions around them because of the darkness, so they took the initiative to stand up and find a topic.

Although there are emergency lights on the walls and many candles on the first floor, this hazy light still excites many men and women who are in high spirits. In the dark, I don't know which grandson made a very 'clever and witty' suggestion:

"Idle is idle anyway, let's tell ghost stories!"

As soon as these words came out, one stone stirred up a thousand waves. Immediately caused many bad intentions to second: "Huh! Good idea! ”

This kind of simple and crude and effective method that allows the girl around you to take the initiative to throw herself into your arms is really great!

"Hahaha, no one will be afraid!"

"Come on, help the handles, put the table together, and everyone sit in a circle!"

"The shopkeeper is coming along!"

"The brothers and sisters upstairs have come down to play together!"

If it is said that a woman's IQ when she suspects a man of cheating, it is equivalent to Sherlock Holmes. Then when a man uses his brain, wisdom and eloquence are equivalent to Zhuge Liang, who can rap.

So a group of men in green shirts with short hair and women in plain skirts with heavy makeup and light makeup gathered in the hall on the first floor, and the tables that were gathered together.

The shopkeeper also secretly breathed a sigh of relief...... No one should give a bad review of their inn after leaving. So while beckoning Xiao Er No. 2 to bring all the candles, he took the initiative to cooperate: "Then I'll tell you one first?" ”

Whether it was the grandson who proposed to tell the ghost story earlier or the guy who enthusiastically seconded it, they were still pondering and searching for the ghost stories they had heard in their minds just now, and they hadn't remembered it yet. Hearing what the shopkeeper said, he immediately agreed again.

So the shopkeeper cleared his throat, picked up a candle, and held it in front of his face with both hands. Let the light of the candle come from below the oblique and form a shadow on his face: "The story I want to tell happened in this city seven years ago......" The voice was low and slightly hoarse, and people couldn't help but enter the story in his mouth.

"Huh? Shopkeeper, what did you say really happened? "But there are still idiots interrupting...... At this time, as long as you listen silently to the play, and then wait for the story ** to open your arms and let the female companion next to you throw herself into your arms.

Zhang He glanced at the man and found that there were men sitting on the left and right sides of the man, so he was stunned.

What is the inferiority of human beings......

Holding Zhang He's arm, Jiu Wei gently poked Zhang He's waist with her fingers, and whispered in Zhang He's ear: "When will you make a move?" ”

Zhang He gently touched Jiuwei's hand: "Wait a little longer." ”

Although he felt that tonight's haunting was a bit too coincidental, Zhang He couldn't be sure if he was too unlucky or if there was really a mastermind behind the scenes.

But after all, it is in the city, and next door to the inn gate is another inn and a restaurant. If it was in some place like Blizzard Mountain Resort, it was difficult to tell whether this incident was accidental or man-made. But since it's in the city, it's easy to tell the result.

As long as......

After a small interruption, the shopkeeper continued to tell the ghost story. However, even though it is cloaked in the skin of '...... that happened in this city seven years ago,' you can also hear that it is an improvised story.

There are conflicts and contradictions in several places before and after, but it is clear that no one cares about this at the moment except Zhang He.

With the shopkeeper's pretended abrupt shout, the girls and several men threw themselves into the arms of the man next to them.

Screams came and went.

Zhang He looked at these people with some disgust, and then suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a strange light around him. With a slight tilt of his head, he saw that Jiuwei's big eyes were flickering at him.

"Ahh So Zhang He let out an exaggerated scream and threw himself into Jiuwei's arms.

Jiuwei helplessly covered her smooth forehead.

The man sitting on the left hand side of the shopkeeper hugged the girl next to him, and then took advantage of the situation to wrap his arm around the girl's shoulder, and said nothing. After everyone stopped screaming, after a brief self-introduction, he began to tell his ghost story......

This thin man with long hair with a literary shawl is also worthy of his dual identity as a person who engages in literature and wants to be a literary person, and the ghost story told in a few minutes has ups and downs, and the ending is reversed and thriller.

But everything has to have a degree, and if you exceed this degree, even good things will become bad.

The girl next to him was so frightened that she broke free from his arms.

But the atmosphere has also been heated up.

Late at night, silent, blackout, cold.

A group of people sitting in the hall of the inn by candlelight.

Only the deep voice of the storyteller.

I'm sorry for the atmosphere that so many people have created together.

But there was someone who wanted to say something else at this time.

The man, who was surrounded by men on the left and right, suddenly asked after the end of the second story, "Hey, shopkeeper, why hasn't Xiao Er come back yet?" ”

More than ten minutes have passed, but the attendant who went to check the power switch has not returned.

With the terrifying atmosphere created just now, the girls immediately grabbed the arms of their male companions beside them.

I feel colder.

The shopkeeper was also stunned, and then took out his mobile phone: "I'll call him...... Didn't this kid call his girlfriend again and forgot the time......"

As he spoke, he dialed the number.

I was picked up immediately, but there was no sound from there.

"Hello? Xiao Wang? The shopkeeper shouted into the phone: "Why haven't you come back yet?" Speak! ”

Silent.

A hint of impatience appeared on the shopkeeper's face, and he was about to say something more, when he suddenly heard an unusually sharp and shrill chirp from the earpiece.

"Tss ――”

The phone came out of his hand and landed on the table.

That voice was even heard clearly by Zhang He and Jiuwei, who were sitting directly opposite the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper's face was inexplicable and panicked, covering his ears that had been shocked just now, and he was about to pick up his mobile phone to check what was going on, but he heard the scream suddenly turn into a 'snort' sound similar to a murmur. And with this sound was the staccato voice of a man—

"Run... No...... Red...... Uh-uh......... Yes!!! ”

The light of the mobile phone screen was accompanied by a gentle 'pop' sound, a cloud of black smoke rose and then went completely black.

Silent.

Fear is brewing.