College life is rich and colorful, but Lu Dali doesn't feel it. Seeing that the classmates around him were all wonderful in pairs, Lu Dali could only sigh alone. Because, for Lu Dali, who is less than 1.7 meters tall and even a little obscene, love is really too far away. Besides, it was not easy for his family to be a farmer for generations to send him to college, where was the money to make him wonderful in this world full of temptations?

Lu Dali divided his extracurricular time into three things,

Football, computer and radio, of the three, only the radio is his personal property.

On weekend nights, only Lu Dali is usually left in the dormitory, and the others have already gone their own ways.

This weekend is a little special, though. There is one more person in the bedroom, and that is Xiao Fan, who has just fallen out of love.

In the evening, Xiao Fan bought a pack of cooked vegetables and a large bottle of liquor, and Feila landed to drink with him. Lu Dali couldn't persuade Xiao Fan, and looked at him while talking about his beautiful love (all the way!). ), while pouring the wine into his mouth like water. Xiao Fan, who had drunk too much, had already lost his words, and repeatedly talked about the infinitely beautiful situations when he was in love, and even Lu Dali, who had never been in love, couldn't help but blush, and poured wine down in one gulp.

When Xiao Fan finally fell, he concluded with the words: "Fuck, she actually hooked up with a manager of some company, and dumping me is like throwing a worn-out shoe!" ”

Lu Dali was laughed at this sentence and squirted all the wine.

Lying on the bed, Lu Dali tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, my mind was full of Xiao Fan's description. And Xiao Fan himself has already let out a thunderous snoring sound.

Lu Dali habitually turned on the radio and stuffed the earbuds into his ears. It's a pleasure for him when he's bored.

Late-night radio programs are boring because there are so few people listening to the radio at this time, and good programs are broadcast at the best time. Lu Dali kept moving the channel boredly.

Suddenly, a somewhat low, slow sound of music attracted him. This kind of music sounds a little inexplicably terrifying, but this inexplicable horror is attractive at such a time.

Accompanying the sound of this music is a somewhat low and hoarse female voice (with this kind of music with this female voice, it has a full ghostly feeling): "Hello, listeners! I'm Night Feather, it's time for the 'Midnight Live Broadcast' again, and the story of "Man-Eating Grass" that Xiaoru said yesterday was very popular with the audience, and many listeners called to provide the story. I have prepared a story provided by the audience today, called "Flower Handkerchief in the Pond". ”

As the story begins, the music becomes even more terrifying: "Speaking of which, this story was twenty years ago. Liu Village, a small village located on the endless plain, has a strange custom that the newly married daughter-in-law is not allowed to ...... on the first day after her marriage."

Lu Dali couldn't sleep anyway, and in the midst of this terrifying music, he listened to the female voice that even had a bit of a ghostly voice telling horror stories.

After the story was over, Lu Dali was also a little immersed in that faint horror (although he knew it was fake).

The music on the radio was still playing after the story stopped, the hostess seemed to understand people's psychology very well, she didn't make a sound for a while, let the music play, and Lu Dali felt that there was really an inexplicable pressure in the dark.

"My story is over." The hostess spoke at the right time, and after Lu Dali heard her voice, he felt that the pressure in his heart had been reduced a lot.

"The following is the hotline time, friends who have strange experiences or unusual stories, you can call us, you can directly tell your experience or story on the phone, our hotline is: *******." The host, Nightfeather, was slow to announce the phone number, as if she wasn't reporting the phone number, but was telling another horror story.

Lu Dali thought in his heart, the director of the radio station is really very discerning, and it is really attractive to let such a woman who speaks a little ghostly to host such a midnight horror program.

"There's a hotline coming in, let's answer it together." The hostess received the call: "Hey, hello, you are now calling the hotline of 'Midnight Live', please speak!" ”

"Hey, Sister Night Feather, hello, I'm Xiaoru." It was a sweet girl's voice, and there seemed to be a sunny feeling in her voice, which sounded a little out of proportion to the show.

"Oh, Xiaoru, hello, what good story did you bring us today?"

"I'll bring a story today, and I'll tell you when I start talking!" The girl's faint laughter came, which made Lu Dali suddenly think of the infinitely beautiful situations that Xiao Fan said, and he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

"Xiaoru, can you tell Sister Night Feather, how old are you this year?"

"I'm nineteen years old, and I'll be twenty years old." There was innocence in Xiaoru's voice.

"Xiao Ru, you are so young and tell the story so well, it really makes Sister Night Feather so envious!" There is a professional exaggeration in the hostess's voice. "Let's listen to your story!"

The background music has changed again, but it feels even more terrifying, as if it is a kind of horror oozing out of the bones.

"The story I'm going to talk about today is called 'The Ancient Painting of Regency.'" Xiao Ru's sweet voice is even more indescribably weird against the backdrop of music, Lu Dali feels very strange, why is it so sweet and innocent when telling horror stories, it has a weird feeling? Lu Dali imagined that if it was his own voice telling such a story against such a musical backdrop, I don't know what kind of feeling it would give the audience.

"There are many people in this world who love antiques, like to collect antiques, put them in their own rooms, use them for decoration or research. So, do you have this hobby too? Xiao Ru's voice sounded a little erratic, "Then, after listening to the following story, you may want to consider changing your hobby." ”

After Xiaoru finished speaking, she laughed twice, and Lu Dali felt that her hairs stood on end with laughter.

"Wei Hui lives alone in this bustling metropolis and is a doctor in a very large hospital.

He is more introverted and has no friends, except for ......"

Xiaoru tells the story very slowly,

And Lu Dali has been deeply attracted by Xiaoru's story. When Xiao Ru finished speaking, he didn't know that it was the end of the story. He just held his breath, waiting for something to say. However, he suddenly heard a laugh as small as the sun, "My story is over, do you still want to stick to your hobby?" ”

Lu Dali let out a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but admire this Xiao Ru, her story started with a bland introduction, but it was fascinating step by step, and finally fell into her story. This is one of the most fascinating stories Lu Dali has ever heard.

"Xiaoru, your story today is more exciting than yesterday's." Night Feather wasted no time in answering.

"Perhaps, tomorrow will be more exciting?"

"You're going to tell the story tomorrow?" Night Feather beats the snake with the stick.

"Maybe?" Xiaoru sold a pass, "If you have friends who are interested, why don't you wait and try it tomorrow?"

Maybe there's something more that makes your heart palpitate? “

"Okay, let's thank Xiaoru in advance today!"

"Okay, I'm leaving, but I'll keep listening. BYE-BYE！ Xiao Ru finished speaking and closed the line.

Ye Yu was still talking, but Lu Dali was not interested anymore. He has been chewing on the story that Xiao Ru told over and over again in his heart, and Xiao Ru's voice has repeatedly sounded in his head. What would this nineteen-year-old girl who tells a horror story look like? Lu Dali sighed and turned off the radio.

One night, Lu Dali always had a girl in his dreams, but he couldn't see her clearly, he remembered that he called her "Xiaoru". Xiao Ru in the dream and he kept doing the beautiful situations that Xiao Fan said in the dream, and Lu Dali was still panting softly when he woke up.

Throughout the day, Lu Dali was a little distracted, he always thought about Xiaoru in his dreams and everything in his dreams.

In the evening, Lu Dali went to bed after eating, turned on the radio, and put earplugs into his ears, but there was a "crackling" noise from the radio.

Lu Dali kept tuning the radio channel, but he didn't know what channel he listened to last night. Turning around, Lu Dali couldn't help but slowly fall asleep.

When he woke up, Lu Dali found that he still had earplugs in his ears, and the low music and the hoarse bass of the hostess were coming from the earplugs. Lu Dali immediately woke up from his semi-dazed state.

"Now it's time for the live broadcast of the hotline, are listeners still patiently waiting for Xiaoru, who told the story very well yesterday? Ah, the phone is ringing, guess if it's Xiaoru? Okay, let's answer it together! There was a slight sound of the hostess pressing Jian on the radio, Lu Dali was a little nervous, he had a dream from last night in his mind, could it be Xiaoru?

"Hey, hello!" The hostess used her usual voice, "This is 'Midnight Live', please speak!" ”

Music was playing on the radio, but for a moment, no one spoke.

"Sister Night Feather, I'm Xiaoru!" Xiao Rutian's voice came, and Lu Dali's heart was excited.

"Xiaoru, you really didn't disappoint the friend who was waiting for you!"

"Of course, I won't let my friend wait all night!"

"Some friends call me and want to contact you, can you give them an answer?"

"Well," Xiao Ru seemed to ponder, "if there is a friend who wants to contact me, then I have to come up with an exam question!" ”

"Oh, Xiao Ru will also be embarrassed? What kind of title is that? ”

"It's very simple, as long as a friend calls the hotline to 'Midnight Live' and tells a horror story in the live broadcast, as long as he leaves his phone number after speaking, I will naturally contact him."

"Oh, it turns out that Xiaoru wants to meet friends with texts, and those who are interested can give it a try. Okay, let's get back to business, Xiaoru, what story do you bring to you today? ”

"I'm going to bring you a story today that is related to something that's popular right now, called 'Psychedelic Aromatherapy'."

As the background music sounded, Xiao Ru's sweet voice with a little temptation also sounded.

"Since the movie "Lavender" was released, boutiques in the streets and alleys have started selling all kinds of aromatherapy burners and aromatherapy with all kinds of scents. Buy a bottle of aromatherapy and go back, put a little in the aromatherapy oven, light a small colored candle, and the faint fragrance will be lost in the small room. Xiao Ding walked aimlessly in the night market on the pedestrian street......"

Xiao Ru took Lu Dali to the scene of another story. With Xiao Ru's narration, Lu Dali seemed to see a young man in the night market, looking around with nothing to do.

Lu Dali listened to the little one who called the hotline in the "Midnight Live Broadcast" every night to tell horror stories, which became a part of his life. Xiao Ru's sweet voice inevitably reappeared in Lu Dali's dream every night, and even, one night, Lu Dali's dream was lost because of this.

Lu Dali fell in love with a woman for the first time in his life, and it was a girl who only heard her voice but did not see her.

Lu Dali wants Xiaoru more and more, wants to see her, and wants to date her.

Xiaoru told her horror stories to the audience as always, "Live-in Boyfriend", "Mid-Autumn Festival Night Singing", "Don't Adopt It", "Night Demon", "Yin Spirit Sisters", ...... Lu Dali doesn't know how she has so many stories, how good it is to give a Lu Dali, he can tell a story in the "Midnight Live Broadcast", so as to get to know Xiaoru.

Since then, Lu Dali's work during the day has been dedicated to the creation of horror stories.

Finally, Lu Dali successfully completed his first horror story.

Lu Dali waited for the weekend in extreme excitement.

The weekend was finally waited for by Lu Dali.

The lovelorn Xiao Fan already has a new goal, so the only constant left-behind person in the dormitory is Lu Dali.

With the familiar sound of music and Night Feather's hoarse bass, Lu Dali barely listened to what Night Feather said. He sat at the payphone in his dorm room, listening to the radio and mentally reciting the numbers he was already familiar with. When he heard Night Feather on the radio say, "It's the hotline ...... time", he reflexively picked up the phone and dialed the phone number with trembling fingers that he had memorized countless times.

The "......" phone rang, and Night Feather's voice sounded hoarse and low on the phone: "Hey, hello! This is 'Midnight Live', please speak! ”

"Sister Night Feather, hello, my name is Dali, I want to tell a story." Lu Dali said in a slightly trembling voice that he heard his voice coming from the radio, which was extremely weird, a little different from his voice.

Lu Dali's story is over.

"This is the first time you've told a story like this, right?" Nightfeather asked him.

"Yes."

"You're saying a great thing, do you have anything to say to everyone?"

Lu Dali was silent for a moment,

finally plucked up the courage to say that he wanted to be friends with Xiaoru, and left the phone number of the bedroom.

"Okay, I think Xiaoru must be listening to the show, you can wait for her call. Thank you for your story! ”

Lu Dali put down the phone in Ye Yu's exaggerated thanks, he felt chills all over his body, it turned out that he was so nervous that he was sweating. He didn't know what he was feeling in his heart right now, he kept thinking, would Xiao Ru really call him? When will she call?

"Ding Bang ......" The phone in the dormitory suddenly rang loudly. Lu Dali jumped up violently, he was frightened. The phone rang without any intention of stopping, and continued to ring. Lu Dali suddenly didn't know whether to answer the phone or not. It's such a night, who will call, it won't be Xiaoru, right? Lu Dali couldn't make up his mind.

There was a loud banging on the wall of the dormitory, and it was the person left behind in the next bedroom who had an opinion. Lu Dali hesitated, and was about to answer the phone, but the phone rang suddenly.

The night is quieter.

Lu Dali's heart was a little empty. Maybe it was really a call from Xiaoru just now? Didn't he miss it?

Lu Dali scolded himself angrily in his heart.

Just when Lu Dali was about to slap himself twice in frustration, the phone rang again.

Lu Dali didn't think about it, grabbed the phone for the first time, and asked in a trembling voice, "Hey?" Who to look for? ”

"Is it vigorous? I'm Xiaoru! ”

……

Lu Dali has been missing for a long time.

After the school reported the crime, the police investigated for a long time, but there was no result. No one can provide information about the events before Lu Dali's disappearance, and they don't even know the exact date of his disappearance. The school sent someone to Lu Dali's house, but he didn't go home, and the people in the family couldn't provide anything. The police found a phone number and a girl's name on a piece of letterhead — Xiaoru, but there were no clues. The phone number was verified to be empty, and as for the "Xiaoru", all the people who knew Lu Dali said that they had never seen Lu Dali dating any girl, and his usual life was so simple that it was only as large as school.

There is another unsolved case in the police information.

The school wrote to Lu Dali's family, asking them to come to the school to collect Lu Dali's belongings, and before his family came, Lu Dali's belongings were temporarily kept by Xiao Fan, who was in the same dormitory. When Xiao Fan was packing up Lu Dali's things, he saw that the somewhat old radio he was carrying with him was in his bed, the radio was turned on, the batteries in the radio were soft, and the pointer of the radio channel was pointing to the blank space where there was no channel at all.

Xiao Fan remembered that some time before Lu Dali's disappearance, he was holding his radio every night, what was he listening to? The program he listened to and his disappearance...... Xiao Fan became curious.

At night, Xiao Fan turned on Lu Dali's radio and tuned it to different channels to listen, but he couldn't hear anything.

Wait, maybe I'll find it later, Xiao Fan listened to the radio and fell asleep unconsciously.

Xiao Fan was woken up by a strange sound of music, "Who the fuck is so noisy!" Xiao Fan howled, but no one paid attention to him, Xiao Fan remembered that since Lu Dali's disappearance, there were fewer and fewer people and fewer people in the bedroom, and tonight was only him.

Xiao Fan listened carefully, and the sound of music came from the radio next to his pillow.

With the sound of music, Xiao Fan heard a hoarse and low female voice: "Okay, now let's answer the first hotline call together!" ”

"What the hell is there to live the hotline now, it's really fucking bad!"

But the next voice that Xiao Fan heard on the radio made Xiao Fan flurry. It was a weird and inexplicable male voice, and the strange thing was that the weird voice made Xiao Fan feel a little familiar, and Xiao Fan couldn't help but listen carefully.

"The story I'm bringing to you today is called 'Summer Night Scarecrow'." The voice said slowly, eeriely, "Have you ever seen the scarecrow erected in the fields of crops on the endless plains?" They stand upright, with their arms stretched out to the right and left, and usually hold a sunflower fan in their hands to ward off birds that steal their food......"

Xiao Fan suddenly shuddered, he pushed the radio out, the radio fell to the ground with a "bang", and the strange male voice was gone. Xiao Fan trembled, and he muttered to himself: "It's Lu Dali, it's Lu Dali!" ”

The night is so quiet that time seems to have frozen.

Xiao Fan wiped the cold sweat from his face, he thought about whether to tell the school or the police about it tomorrow, but he had no evidence, he was so nervous just now that he dropped the radio, but he didn't look at what channel it was.

However, you should provide clues to the police no matter what, Xiao Fan thought to himself.

"Ding Woo ......" Late at night, the public phone in Xiao Fan's bedroom suddenly rang in a high-pitched voice.