"Once upon a time, there was a place called the Land of Peace..."

[Listening to this beginning, I feel that this story can't be short...]

"In the Land of Peace, a man named John has a serious foot fetish..."

[Hey!] Ouyang Qing almost jumped up.

"John is one of the richest people in the Peace Country, and at the age of nearly forty-five, he is already in charge of all the spaceship business in the Peace Country and the surrounding countries. His foot fetish is no longer news, and almost anyone who knows his name knows about this particular fetish of his. ”

"His fetish has reached the point of being terminally ill, because he has issued a national bounty to hire a woman with 'beautiful feet' with a lot of money. ”

"Everyone knows that his storage diamond hides countless riches, but no one knows that in addition to wealth, that storage diamond also hides nearly 300 pairs of women's 'beautiful feet'. ”

Bu Xiu used Ouyang Qing's feet to compare: "Every pair of beautiful feet is broken from the ankle, the incision is smooth, the cross-section is well maintained, and many unknown maintenance agents should be used." ”

"Every pair, no, the shape of the foot, the angle of the arch, the curvature of the dorsum of the foot, the length of the toes, the shape of the toes, the width of the toe seam and the beautification of the toenails, etc., etc... No one is the same, and even if it comes from the same person's feet, there will be slight differences. ”

Speaking of this, Buxiu wiped Ouyang Qing's feet, shook his head and said, "I'm uncomfortable with what I said, making me the same as a pervert and a pervert." ”

Ouyang Qing was also a little uncomfortable, so she retracted her foot and nodded.

Ouyang Qing lay on the side of the bed, while Bu Xiu sat on the edge of the bed and continued: "Although John is an out-and-out pervert, he is also an out-and-out businessman. Therefore, his collection was acquired through trading. ”

"Part of it is that some women are in dire need of money, so they propose an exchange. The other part is that they heard that John had this habit and deliberately traded with him as he liked. As for the source of these people's 'beautiful feet', it may also be a transaction, or through some other means. ”

Hearing this, Ouyang Qing sighed and said, "This is nothing, I have also seen the transaction of buying and selling heads.

The custom in a certain place is that after the death of the enemy, a famous sacrifice is made, the enemy's head is cut off with a special knife, the fat, eyeballs, flesh and blood of the human head are dug up, only the skull and skin are left, some hot sand and stones are filled in the interlayer, the eyelids and mouth are sewn with special threads, and after drying, they become shrunken human heads that are discarded at will.

The aim was to imprison the souls of the enemy forever, until many wealthy people began to buy, sell, and flaunt these collectibles with impunity as a fashion to collect these shrunken heads, until everything changed when the enemy wanted to obtain money and other goods from these rich people. They began to hunt their own men to make the shrunken human heads, which were in short supply. Later, because children were smaller and easier to sell for a good price, they were also hunted.

When the head becomes a collectible, when buying and selling the head becomes a fashion, when money becomes the goal of people's struggle...... Whatever happens, it's no surprise. ”

After listening to this, Buxiu was silent for a moment and then said, "Hmm...... You are very knowledgeable, bold, and ...... Good eloquence. ”

Ouyang Qing stuck out her tongue and motioned for Bu Xiu to continue.

One day, John happened to meet a very beautiful woman by the brook. The woman's beautiful face and graceful posture almost made him forget his habits, until the splash in the stream allowed him to see her feet. ”

John felt like he was going crazy. Buxiu's tone gradually increased, and the speed of his speech slowly increased: "His breathing became heavy, his eyes became dilated, he let the blood crawl all over his eyeballs, and let his desires and hopes control his body-"

Buxiu's narration came to an abrupt end, and in the sudden silence after the nervousness, Ouyang Qing was startled by the sound of his own breathing, and before he could react, he listened to Buxiu continue: "When John came back to his senses, the blood had already stained everything around him red. He let out an involuntary laugh as he wiped his sticky face. The woman below him had already been smashed to the back of her head, and her feet had been bitten off by John along the ankles, and the broken wound was being washed away by the creek with tendons and fragments of muscle. ”

"This is the ugliest and most collectible pair of 'beautiful feet' John has ever collected, but it is also the first time he has ever ...... The first pair of 'beautiful feet' that I collected by myself. ”

The brook took less and less blood, and John, as if coming to his senses, ran to the brook screaming, washing the blood off his face over and over again. At this time, he threw up......"

Six days had passed since the woman's death, and during those six days, John had nightmares almost every day. He was like a devil that day, and he knew that he might be mentally ill. So he asked the best psychiatrist in the whole country to help him diagnose and treat him. ”

"'I don't have the heart of a devil, but I have all the memories of being a devil - I'm being tortured! I'm going crazy!' the psychiatrist smiled when he heard his words, and said, 'You're already crazy.' So the doctor was imprisoned by John. ”

"Today is the seventh day, and John has been having a bad feeling since he woke up in the morning, as if he was being watched. ”

"Knock! knock!"

In the middle of the night, John was awakened by a strange sound. The voice seemed to be coming from downstairs, but it was unusually clear. John immediately got up, turned on the light, and took out his weapon from under his pillow. ”

Suddenly, a picture book came up from heaven and fell right on John's head. John looked at the album in horror, and on the first page of the album was a pencil drawing of a pair of feet with air from the ankle up standing firmly on the first floor of John's house. ”

The painting was not well painted, with crooked lines like the work of a schoolboy, but John was pale and trembling like chaff, for he recognized the background of the painting as a layer of his own home. However, he did not believe that there were ghosts in this world - if he believed this, he would never be sitting in the position he is now. So he swallowed his saliva, resisted his fear, and turned to the second page with a slight trembling hand. ”

"The second page is the same ugly pencil drawing, the same feet, except that they are standing at the top of the stairs at this moment. ”

John burst out laughing, thinking that this might be a childish prank done to him by some enemy. It's just that his laughter is obviously a little inward-looking, more like he is emboldening himself. ”

He turned to the third page, and his feet were walking down the stairs. ”

This time he didn't stop, and went straight to the fourth page, where his feet were still walking on the stairs, but the door to John's bedroom could already be faintly seen from the painting. ”

By the time he reached page five, his feet were already standing in front of his bedroom door, kicking the door. Before John, who had just seen the picture, could react, the bedrooms suddenly rang out!"

Quietly in the room, John, who was engrossed in looking at the catalogue, was no doubt taken aback. The kicking continued, and it grew louder and louder, as if even the door frame was shaking. ”

John scolded loudly, and after some deliberation, cautiously opened the door, which was empty. Close the door, open the door...... After a long time of probing, nothing abnormal happened, so he exhaled heavily and closed the door casually. Just when he thought he was mentally ill and had auditory hallucinations, a knock on the door rang again. John's face turned grim, and he turned the last page of the album in a loud scolding - on the last page, he drew his dead self. ”

In the final painting, John is naked and naked, with his feet missing from the ankle down, and his whole body is in tatters, like a ...... It's like being bitten alive by something. ”

"No doubt, John, is dead. In the real world, he was scared to death. But he in that world is the same way as he in the painting. ”

After a while, Ouyang Qing said as usual: "It's done, it's exciting, but it's not as terrifying as I imagined." ”

Bu Xiu smiled: "That's because you've seen too many horror stories, but it's not over yet." ”

Ouyang Qing's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "Keep talking, I really didn't expect you to be so good at setting off the atmosphere, telling a story and telling a story with a tone and frustration, and painting the voice, I was really brought into the atmosphere by you before." ”

Buxiu smiled and did not answer, but continued to tell the story: "The next day, John's death was discovered, mourning and celebratory celebrations, but the psychiatrist found out that something was wrong—he saw the badly painted album in John's hand. ”

So as people swarmed around John's body, the doctor asked to stay in the bedroom. In the middle of the night, he opened the album. ”

"On the first page, a pair of naked feet standing on the first floor. ”

On the second page, they came to the top of the staircase. ”

"Page three, page four, they're going upstairs. ”

On the fifth page, they stood in front of the door and kicked the bedroom door. ”

The doctor was taken aback, but instead of turning the last page, he sneered and returned to the third page after some thought. ”

Sure enough, the knocking on the door was gone. ”

The doctor was expressionless and silent, and quickly turned to the fourth page, and then quickly returned to the third, fourth, third, fourth, third, ......."

"After a long time, the ghost's panting, anguished voice sounded outside John's bedroom door: 'Please don't turn over. ’”

"Hey!!" Ouyang Qing couldn't care about the lady's elegance anymore, sat up suddenly, and said loudly with a crying and laughing: "Are you funny?!"

Buxiu smiled and said, "You asked me to give you a vaccination." The purpose of this story is to tell us that if there are ghosts in the world, then there must be some special people who can fight against ghosts. ”

Ouyang Qing couldn't help but shout when she heard this: "Is the purpose of this story like this?!A good ghost story has been told by you as a To_be_or_not_to_be philosophy lesson, and it will connect me with human nature, bastard! Believe it or not, I will let you go back and forth on the stairs for 100,000 laps and then bite you to death!"

After laughing for a while, Buxiu said, "Although I like your grace and gentleness very much, I finally found that it is really boring for a person to be a character all the time. ”

Ouyang Qing wanted to be angry and laugh again, she really had nowhere to go. After rolling around on the bed for more than a dozen laps, he still couldn't help but roll to Buxiu's side and bit him the side of his waist.

After relenting, she said angrily, "I want to hear real ghost stories, not messy stories like yours!"

Buxiu covered his waist and smiled: "If you want to hear a real ghost story, then go to the Laughing Ghost Pavilion, the story they tell, if you can still laugh after listening to it, I will let you call it for a year, how about it?"

"That's what you said!" Ouyang Qing smiled and hooked Buxiu, already thinking about how to summon Buxiu.