"The better the girl behaves, the more jealous the others are of her, in fact, even if she doesn't do anything, the people around her will isolate her."

"Sometimes God is too favoritistic, and it's not necessarily a good thing, because there is still a devil hidden around us."

"One of the other five girls in the dance studio is in love, and the rest is a cliché story."

"She wrote a love letter and wanted to confess, but unfortunately the boy didn't like her at all, and approached her just to ask more about the other girl."

"Knowing everything, shame and jealousy prompted her to make a crazy decision."

"She found the staff of the equipment management office, and after discussing everything, they decided to destroy the girl together."

"Closer to the provincial dance competition, the six girls would go to the dance studio every afternoon to train, it was summer vacation, and there was no one in the school."

"Several of the other schoolgirls pretended to ease their relationship with the girl, who was kind-hearted and tried very hard to fit in with them."

"She did a lot of chores on her own, and she also made candy with her own hands to give to her 'friends'."

"But what she didn't expect was that it was just a trap."

"It's her 'friend' who wants to push her into the abyss."

The story of No. 2 continued, and hearing this, Chen Ge's fingers were already clenched.

Found you!

The murderer told the story of his sins to everyone present, and there was not a trace of repentance in his words.

"Zhang Ya......" Chen Ge silently called in her heart, the story of No. 2 made her have an indescribable emotion for this girl, it should be distressed.

There was a slight change in the color of the shadow, but Zhang Ya did not appear.

Probably because she had devoured too many goblins in Ward 3, she was digesting them.

Feeling something, the No. 2 newcomer glanced at where Chen Ge was.

"The girl called for help from her 'friends', and not only did her 'friends' not stand up to help her, but one of them took out a love letter from her backpack, which was written by her favorite boy, but unfortunately it was not written to her."

Then the desperate girl looked at the window behind her, and she fell from the fourth floor, bleeding all over the ground, but she was still alive at that time.

"She couldn't make a sound, her eyes were open, and she kept staring at the 'friends' who had left her."

"The white dress was dyed blood-red, no one knew exactly when she died, and her body was not found until the next day."

Every time No. 2 said a word, the blood line in Chen Ge's shadow became a little thicker, and after swallowing the two slender monsters and most of the body of the red-clothed dean, Zhang Ya seemed to be undergoing some kind of change.

Chen Ge didn't have a way to wake up Zhang Ya, Zhang Ya helped him three times, and each time she took the initiative to appear.

"The girl had no other injuries on her body except for the fall injury, and the ducks colluded in advance, so this incident was eventually characterized as suicide."

No. 2 was able to remain calm at first, but as he spoke, his breathing began to become short, and he would always look unnaturally at where Chen Ge was.

As if sensing something, he quickened his speech and hurried to recount the final fate of the five girls.

They always receive an unknown color of blood at night. Love letters, the girl who receives the love letter will have an accident within a week for various reasons, and more coincidentally, the body ends up sitting in a chair.

"It sounds like a curse game, but it's true, I suspect that the girl who fell from the building turned into a ghost and kept wandering in the dance studio."

Two took a step back: "My story is over. ”

"The plot is good, but you tell it very badly, and you can ask others for advice on how to tell a good story in the future." The man on the right side of the table yawned and looked at the other side of the table: "What do you say?" ”

"At least it piqued my interest, unlike last week's newcomers." The first man sitting on the left tapped his fingers on the table, his gaze glowing with a hint of coldness.

The man on the right smiled and said casually, "Since he also passed, let's let the number three start." ”

"Wait a minute." The man on the left spoke again, his gaze slowly moved away from No. 2, and looked at Chen Ge: "No. 2, No. 4, you two knew each other before?" ”

Chen Ge didn't expect the other party to be so keen, Zhang Ya never responded to him, and at this time he could only find a way to delay time.

"I don't know." Number Two spoke first, and he didn't expect his small movements to be noticed by the man at the table.

"Since you don't know him, why do you always look at him intentionally or unintentionally when telling stories?" After the man finished speaking, everyone on both sides of the table looked at No. 2 and Chen Ge.

The eyes were like sharp knives, exuding a dangerous aura.

The situation in the house suddenly became tense, and Chen Ge kept calling Zhang Ya's name in his heart, but unfortunately he never got a response, but the bloodshot in the shadow became clearer and clearer.

In contrast, Number Two may be more calm: "He made me feel very uncomfortable, and a voice in my head was telling me that this person was dangerous. ”

"Dangerous?" The eyes of several people in the room were all focused on Chen Ge: "A dangerous newcomer? ”

"Is it because of his mask?" The man who had said before that he liked Chen Ge's mask spoke again, he held his chin, as if admiring the workmanship of the human skin mask: "What a beautiful work of art, one day, it will belong to me." ”

This person can be regarded as helping Chen Ge out of the siege, and the first man sitting on the left side of the table did not ask any further, he waved his hand: "Number three, let me hear your story." ”

Of the four newcomers, only No. 3 is a woman, and she is very ordinary in height and size.

"My surname is Zhong and I work in a chemical plant." The woman stroked the homemade mask on her face, and the first words she said made everyone frown.

"Miss Zhong, for the sake of your own safety, please don't leak information casually." The man on the right reminded, but the woman didn't care.

"The story I'm going to tell has to do with my wife." The woman's voice is very good, light as a birdsong, which makes people very comfortable to listen to.

"She's four years younger than me and she's a late-night radio anchor."

"She was in charge of the hours from 12 a.m. to 2 a.m., so she came home late every time."

"When I first got married, I would wait until she came back to sleep with me, because I had to go to work the next day, and over time I couldn't hold it anymore."

"I'll make dinner for two and leave a note for her to come back in the evening and eat her own hot meal."

"At first, it was fine, but since one day, my wife has never touched the food on the table again."

"When I woke up in the morning, the food was still the same, but the kitchen utensils and pots were used."

"My wife seems to be stewing something in the kitchen alone at night."