"Listen to ghost stories?" The girl's black shadow in the light said.

"Ghost stories? Do you usually like to watch this kind of thing? The man in black was attracted by the girl's words, and he did not feel frightened at all, and even felt that the shadow in the light was going to take him away.

"It's not something to be seen for." The girl's shadow shrugged: "Listening to it once in a while can make people nervous and relaxed; A special relaxation method that I think is worth trying. ”

"Aren't you afraid of nightmares? Not afraid to go to bed at night and dare not turn off the lights? Timid girl! ”

"That's not right." The girl frowned: "Girls are also bold, this is not directly related to gender, age and other factors, you are wrong to think so." ”

"Well, you're always sensitive to that kind of talk." The man in black smiled bitterly.

"I'll tell you the truth, there's not a single horror movie that keeps me up at night, and as for the scary pranks in the night, it's only when I was a kid...... So you don't have to say any ghost stories, and if you're willing to listen, I'll be happy to tell you one. ”

"Are you a street performer? Making a living by telling ghost stories? ”

"No, it's just the atmosphere!" The girl laughed.

Only then did the man in black raise his head and look around: the medium-sized pendulum dial was engraved with strange characters, and he couldn't even see his fingers around, and he didn't even know where the walls of the secret room were; Looking at the photos sandwiched in the labeled book jackets, I'm afraid no one wants to open them a second time!

What's more, as far as the man in black is concerned, the photos are all people he knows, could it be that the boss of the escape room used some technology, or some acquaintances in this regard? I was able to help him get these photos.

Thinking of this, the man in black couldn't help but shudder.

"How? Why don't you listen to it, it's a real ghost story! ”

"Say it! I'd like to hear what the hell is going on to make you so persistent. The man in black said nonchalantly.

"Thank you for your willingness to listen to my story; Well, the story begins! ”

On the horizon, the rising sun gently caresses the world that has not yet awakened, the cold at dawn has not been dispelled, and between the muddy heaven and the earth, chaotic colors shroud the maple forest. Lonely, desolate, longing for the heart of warm embrace, shuttling through this maple forest, looking for the last hope.

He didn't know how the new day would be spending. It was a completely foreign place, and he had forgotten how he had come here in the first place. Although he had long been accustomed to this kind of solitary life, he instinctively feared this place. I suddenly want to go home, but where is home?

He leaned against the branch of a maple tree, and under the maple grove, he seemed so small.

The brownish-red branches emit a scent unique to maple trees, a magical scent that seems to clear all worries.

At this moment, under the maple forest, he could not see the dazzling light, could not hear the noisy sound, and could not smell the choking smoke; Only him, Maple Grove. It is as if he has become the master of the world, controlling the stillness and movement, existence and non-existence of the world.

The sun had fully risen, and the originally dim sky had become clear and bright, driving away the remnants of the slight cold and piercing through the thin darkness. Even the maple leaves are hard to block the passionate sunshine.

Beams of bright light locked the gaps between the maple leaves, scrambling to cast dappled light and shadows on the ground. Sensing something unusual, he snapped open his eyes. He was shocked by what he saw. He couldn't believe that the maple forest after sunrise was so beautiful and full of life!

The fiery red leaves swayed gently in the breeze, and she danced an unknown dance with her companions, holding hands, dyeing half of the sky red. And their dance partners, maple branches, hard-working workers, are unpretentious. They get together, laugh and throw a carnival feast.

His heart sank.

He reveled with them, enjoying this strange fragrance together. He looked at the leaf, shook the branch, or looked down at their shadows, he was just looking for himself. Who am I? Where am I? He asked himself repeatedly, but he couldn't get an answer. Because he can be him, he, he, or she, she, her.

The fear of the past is gone, and the disgust of wandering for a long time is gone. His heart was filled with excitement and wonder.

The Sun felt a little tired and wanted to get out of the party. The light and shadow faded away, and the wind stopped swaying. It's just that the sky is red, as if someone has put a fire in the sky, burning the originally snow-white clouds. The afterglow of the sunset cast a golden veil over the maple forest, without the terrifying cold before sunrise or the hot revelry after sunrise.

In its place, it is solemn and solemn.

He didn't speak, silently watching the magnificent landscape, quietly enjoying the magical peace. Never seen such a beautiful twilight! It was a call from the depths of his heart.

Picked up a maple leaf from the ground, looked at it carefully, and gently put her in a clean pocket; That evening, he fell in love with the maple forest.

Where is home? There is finally a new answer to this question. That evening, under the maple forest, he found his new home.

The story is over.

The man in black was stunned for a moment, and a mocking smile quickly spread across his face.

"That's what you're talking about? What kind of ghost story is this? Well? What are you telling me? Tell me, euphemistically, how a homeless man died under a broken maple tree? I'm sorry! The story may be fine on its own, but I think you might be off topic, timid girl. ”

The man in black spoke, but the girl didn't speak—she stood in the light and looked at him in silence.

"What's the hurry? You think that's the end of the story? ”

"What? What's so exciting? ”

"Of course."

Story continues:

A few years later, a woman carrying a basket of vegetables passed by under the maple forest.

The old man asked her, "Why are you here?" ”

The woman replied, "I have come to find my dead son!" ”

The woman looked around anxiously, at the land covered with withered maple leaves, the last of which was beneath the maple forest.

"Oh, it's a big guy, isn't it? I saw that he still had a deep scar on his neck. ”

"Ahh That's him! Tell me, where is he? ”

"Follow this path paved with bright red maple leaves, and here your son is."

"Thank you!" The woman excitedly stepped onto the red path, stepping on the maple leaves under her feet, and letting out a "poof-"

The old man smiled kindly, and looked up at the sky—the sky, the red girl who was reflected.

After a long time, the woman returned, and she was still carrying the vegetable basket, but she had already cried into a flower.

The woman had nothing to say, and turned away from the old man's house again;

The old man closed his eyes and ignored her.

And after a long time, the woman returned; Her basket was gone, and she had an extra scar on her neck that was exactly the same as her son's.

The woman also lay down under the maple forest.

The story is over.