Many people have their dream lovers, and I am no exception. Many times we have our own set of love patterns.

Although I have loved and loved countless girls, some of them are beautiful and some of them are very talented, I have never been able to love them for long. Because, I also have my own set of ideal standards for the girl I want to love in the future. I will also fight the witch for her, and I will always have her in my dreams, but will the dream come true?

I remember a long time ago, it seems that when I was in high school, there was a girl who was in the same grade as me. At that time, we were just starting to play with the computer, and the girl said that one day, she bought a VCD at a roadside shop, which was a game CD, and the name of the game was "Looking for True Love".

That night, she locked herself in her room and played a game. The game is said to be popular and fun. As long as you fill in the relevant information according to the rules, such as the type, blood type, gender, age, height and so on of the lover of your dreams.

Then the game begins, and in the course of the game, you have to answer many questions in the game and overcome many difficulties before you can get the person you love.

I heard that many people played this game at that time, but few people were able to play it to the end. Because playing such a game requires a certain psychological quality. I've heard that many people give up halfway. But that girl is an infatuated girl, she spent 2 days and 2 nights in the summer vacation of that year, and finally succeeded in breaking the game, her beloved boy appeared on the screen and smiled at her: "You finally succeeded, congratulations!" ”

Then she heard her BP machine ring. It's 2 a.m.

She looked down at BP, it was all garbled. IT'S STRANGE, WHO WILL CALL HER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT? Maybe there's something wrong with the CALL station. So she called the CALL station to ask, and the other party told her that no one had called her. After hanging up the phone, the CALL machine called again inexplicably. It's still garbled characters. The girl began to feel that something was wrong, she hurriedly called her classmates, and the other party on the phone knew that she had broken the game, and they were very happy for her, and at the same time, they felt unreasonable about BP's inexplicable ringing, thinking that maybe it was the relationship that was disturbed by the radio waves, so they easily persuaded her to turn off BP. The girl turned off the BP. A quiet night passed.

The next day, she didn't show up for class. That night, when her mother came to school, we learned that she had been killed, and that her body had been dismembered and placed in the refrigerator. There were no traces of a struggle at the scene. Her parents slept next door and didn't hear anything. The door lock was not broken either.

The case has not been solved so far, and the cause of the girl's death is still a mystery.

And then seven years later, in August 1999. It's also summer vacation.

Summer vacation in my 3rd year of college. After the holidays, I was like a bird breaking free from a cage, surfing the Internet every day, and pasting on the Internet every day.

At that time, I had been dating online for more than a year, and of course the other party was also online. I loved her, but I never met.

Yes, I love her.

However, in this year's online dating, I have never seen her, and all traces come from feelings and imagination.

A year later, we met shortly after we met, as I was almost a senior. I said I'd marry her as soon as I graduated. Over the course of the year, I imagined her countless times, imagining her like the lover of my dreams. One day she DCC a picture for me. I opened the screen all over the place, and the first time I saw her, I was dumbfounded.

Oh my God, it's exactly what I imagined she to be! Dream girl!

I love you, I typed out those three words on the Internet, and she said she was too.

We were really CRAZY that day. Then I proposed to meet on the same day, and she said a few times on the computer, "If you want me to meet you, you can, but I have to test you, and love without testing is unreliable." ”

"How?" I asked. My heart was beating "Gusqui".

She smiled and said, "Now I'll give you a game, a game that's very popular but hard to beat." I'm going to see if you can beat it. ”

I didn't hesitate to say yes. So she DCC a set of software for me, and the moment I opened the game, I saw the title?? "In Search of True Love".

At this time, the murder on campus 7 years ago suddenly appeared in my mind. The girl, the refrigerator, the BP, the computer......

She was already urging over there: "Honey, are you alright?" Start the game now, I know you'll make it! I'm sure you'll be a fairy tale prince, fighting for Sleeping Beauty and a witch, and I'm in the thick jungle, waiting for your victorious kiss. ”

Then her sweet smiling face appeared online.

At this moment, I suddenly thought that maybe the murder 7 years ago was just a coincidence, just because the girl was just playing games at home on the night she was killed, and people always like to put two unrelated things together to scare people. I'm sure I'll be the lucky one!! And she's real. So I suddenly seemed to get courage out of nowhere, and with her encouraging smile, I started the game...... And filled in the relevant information according to the rules, and then a beautiful girl appeared on the screen. She said, "Brave Prince, now you can begin your adventure. ”

The game started, I was fully engaged, one difficulty after another, I started again if I failed, and I started again if I failed, and her charming smile was the greatest courage for me to persevere.

It was the evening of August 13, 1999, and the time was 21:53, and my game suddenly became very smooth and I was about to overcome the difficulty, and then I seemed to see her charming smile in front of me. So I laughed happily and cried at the same time when the song of victory sounded.

At this time, the B~~B~~B~~ BP machine rang.

I looked down and saw that it was garbled characters.

THE SOFT AND KIND VOICE OF THE CALL LADY TOLD ME THAT NO ONE HAD EVER CALLED ME.

That girl from 7 years ago!!! Fear began to rise in my heart. I wanted to quit the game, and strangely, it was like it was born in my computer, and nothing could get out.

The BP machine rang again at this time, and it was still garbled. That's when I heard a noise in the kitchen, as if it was coming from the refrigerator.

A surge of courage made me run out to open the refrigerator, and I noticed that my hand was shaking when I opened the refrigerator. There was nothing in the fridge except food.

I think maybe I was scared out of the murder 7 years ago, there are no ghosts or demons in the world, and people often scare themselves. Today I just played a game, and it was played for me by my beloved her. So I laughed, threw the BP machine, and went to the shower.

While I was taking a shower, I heard the sound of the BP machine again, and then I saw an unfamiliar shadow appear on the frosted glass of the bathroom door.

I was startled and opened the door, but there was no one outside the door, and the BP machine stopped chirping. Closing the door, the BP machine rang again, and the figure appeared on the frosted glass again.

I hurriedly rinsed myself and ran out as I got dressed, grabbing a can of Coke from the fridge to clear myself up. Then I pressed off the BP machine. I looked at the clock, and it was exactly 2 a.m.

At this moment, a strange sound came from my study, as if it was coming from a computer. Strange sounds.

I jumped out of bed and ran into my study, where I saw a blinding light on my computer screen. The CD-ROM is spinning and driving like crazy. I pressed the keyboard and mouse desperately, but the computer didn't respond at all, I wanted to drive cold, but it still didn't respond.

The fear had soaked through me, and I simply unplugged my computer. But on the screen, there is still a lot of light. And at this point, the picture began to gradually change. On the screen, an unfamiliar kitchen appears with only a huge refrigerator!!

My heart began to twitch and my ears told me that the refrigerator in my kitchen was being opened and closed and closed and opened. But I don't move anymore. They are limp.

The BP machine rang again at this time. Didn't I turn it off just now?

B~~B~~B~~ The display screen of the BP machine is still garbled!!

It's garbled!!

There was also garbled characters on the computer monitor. But the door of the refrigerator slowly opened in a pile of garbled codes, and then I saw her.

Right there, with your back to me, standing in the refrigerator. Her beautiful long hair is exactly what I dreamed it would be: she had a graceful figure and the measurements I requested.

She turned her back to me. I heard her laughing, but at this moment, I had never been as scared of her as I was tonight.

She was coming out of the fridge and walking backwards towards me. But I don't think she's going to crawl out of the computer. But I was wrong.

She began to turn around, and I heard my own screams. Ah~~~~~~ her face to me was nothing but a blank space. Underneath her beautiful long hair, there was a white face with no facial features?? No eyes, no lips, no ears, nothing. Like the names I see online, they're just symbols. Isn't it your own imagination that the other party looks like?

She started laughing. But I don't know where that voice came from. There was a loud murmur on all sides, and it was lively during the day.

I know only I can hear. There must be a quiet and beautiful world outside the house, and this quiet and beautiful is something I have never longed for so much.

The BP machine suddenly stopped screaming, and the kitchen gradually fell silent.

In this frighteningly quiet night, I saw her slowly lying down, first with her hands out of the computer, then her body, and finally the whole person crawled out of the computer, her long hair like a waterfall.

I was already paralyzed, and I tried to run out of the door, but the door to the study slowly closed automatically, and I couldn't open it no matter how hard I tried. I grabbed the phone and tried to dial 110, but I heard a desperate empty number. - the phone number you dialed doesn't exist - she started walking into me, and I looked up in horror.

She stopped, and began to look away, when the back of her head appeared in my eyes wide with intense fear, and there was no longer long hair flowing.

The back of the noseless demon turned out to be a man's face.

The man's face was exactly the same as mine, except that he was smiling, and I had changed.

At this moment, the word love crossed my mind like lightning.

It turns out that I have been chasing for so many years, I have hurt so many girls who are actually excellent in pursuit of her, and I have missed many good girls, and the person I love the most turned out to be myself.

The scary thing is that for so many years, it is only myself who I have loved.

Oh, my God. My tears flowed down my face. Actually, I waited so long, and it was only me who was waiting.

"I" was smiling at me, "I" didn't say anything, "I" just stared at me, staring at me like this, staring at me to the point of hair.

I suddenly thought that I couldn't die, I wanted to continue to live, so I desperately tried to pull the door of the study, but the door opened effortlessly, but what appeared in front of me was a refrigerator, there was no food in the refrigerator, only my BP machine was inside, and I kept screaming sharply.

"I" was already approaching me, blood was coming out of my eyes, and then I saw "I" suddenly have my head fall, then my hands, then my upper body. But there was no blood anywhere but the eyes, no blood.

That's when I suddenly realized that my body wasn't my own. As if something was driving me, I began to involuntarily take out the food packaging bag from the refrigerator, pack and seal the "own" body separately, and put it in the refrigerator.

When I was done, I tried to stand up, only to find that my body was missing at some point, and my head and hands were floating in the air. At a loss.

It's dawn. A ray of sunlight drifted in through the window, and I watched in horror as the refrigerator door slowly closed, feeling hot all over my body and smoke bestarting to smoke above my head, and I suddenly understood in this moment that I had killed myself. Now I'm just a soul!

When the sun comes out, it is the time when the soul is gone.

My heart began to ache violently.

That's when my BP machine screamed, a hollow and dazed voice.

I was startled, but I saw the white ceiling. I grabbed the BP machine on the table and opened my eyes wide to see that it was not garbled.

Someone left a message: "I'm going to be late for work, you're still dreaming!! ”

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