"Dr. Xiao Yang is the doctor on duty at the county hospital tonight, and she plans to take the elevator back to her duty room after checking the room from the upper floor. The elevator door opened slowly, there was a woman inside, wearing a white nurse's uniform, wearing a mask, the two nodded, politely said hello, and waited for the elevator to go up, but the elevator did not go up, but went down to the negative floor of the hospital, after the door opened, I saw a little girl with a pale face standing outside the elevator door, her hair was wet, Dr. Xiao Yang saw this, and hurriedly pressed the door button without waiting for the child to come up, and then the elevator slowly opened up, and the nurse next to her couldn't help but ask: ' Why don't you let that kid come up?' Xiao Yang's face was full of nervousness, and he still looked frightened and said, "You probably don't know! The lower floor is the morgue of our hospital, and the hospital has an unwritten rule that all corpses stored in the morgue must have a red rope tied to their left hand, and the girl just now had that rope tied to her hand', the nurse was not afraid but slowly raised her left hand and said coldly: "Doctor, is that the red rope you are talking about?" ”

Looking at Xue Jiao, who was trembling in the dark, Liang Chen laughed and said, "Xue Jiao, you lost again, and said that you have successfully cultivated, so I just added a prop, and you trembled." ”

"Nonsense, how can it be as exaggerated as you say, I'm just a little scared." Xue Ji squeezed a small gap in the nail of her little finger and defended herself.

But the next moment, Xue Ji lost his confidence and said slowly: "But next time you still tell that kind of supernatural story similar to the Chengdu Zombie King, I like it more." ”

After hearing this, Liang Chen leaned his head closer to Xue Jiao a little, eerie, as if hiding the language in the dark, and whispered: "Then next time I will tell you a story about the boy in red in Chongqing." ”

And Tang Rui, who appeared behind Xue Ji at some point, suddenly pressed a hand on her shoulder, slowly leaned her head to Xue Jiao's face, and made a crow-like voice from her throat, like a psychic goddess on TV, "Then have you heard the horror legend of our school?" ”

Xue Ji, who had already been taken away by Liang Chen, grabbed Liang Chen's hair at once, screamed, the lights in the classroom turned on, Zeng Tong stood in front of the switch, and said: "The two squad leaders don't scare Xue Jiao anymore, okay, there are still teachers on duty in the office!" ”

Liang Chen comforted Xue Jiao who was lying on the table, and scolded Tang Rui, "Tell a story, tell a story, why are you scaring people!" ”

Tang Rui half-squatted on the ground and apologized vigorously, while Xue Ji kept waving his hand, signaling that he was fine, and when Zeng Tong turned off the light, Xue Ji slowly recovered from the panic. Tang Rui's hand scared Xue Jiao a lot, and Liang Chen's eyes were a little red when he saw her for the first time.

"Class leader, you just told us about the horror legend of our school, tell us about it!" Xue Jiao regained some smiles, but after all, she still couldn't escape the honey of curiosity.

Tang Rui raised her voice, afraid to scare Xue Ji again, "The longest-running, most credible, and most terrifying thing in the school is the hand under the locust tree and the baby room behind the girls' dormitory. ”

"Talk about the hand under the locust tree." Liang Chen said categorically, he was really afraid that Xue Ji would not be able to sleep again.

Xue Ji clapped his hands and said with a smile: "The hero sees the same thing!" That's what I thought, too. ”

"Then I'm going to start talking, have you prepared peanut and melon seed mineral water?" Tang Rui looked a little excited.

Liang Chen and Xue Ji nodded violently a few times, and handed a small bag of melon seeds to Tang Rui on the table.

"The old locust tree in the small playground has been in Shihe for more than 30 years, legend has it that it was planted by the first principal himself, fifteen years of school anniversary, the school invited the retired old principal to inscribe the locust tree, the old principal raised the pen and wrote down two big characters - calligraphy, is to say that the water is clear and friends, the ancient book is the teacher, after the inscription, the school leaders invited the stonemason to engrave the word on the bluestone near the tree.

But the school celebration has not been a few months ago, all kinds of strange things have happened around the old locust tree, first the old principal suddenly fell ill and died, of course, everyone did not think of the old locust tree, the old principal had a serious illness before the school celebration, suddenly seriously ill and died, everyone did not think too much. But what happened next had to make the school leaders think more.

There was an inexplicable heavy rain on a cold night in December, and even before the rain, there was a rare winter thunder in winter. At about half past six in the morning, it was still dark, and a girl who lived in the school turned on a flashlight to go to the toilet, and the girls' dormitory at that time was still in the teacher's apartment on the left side of the small playground, and there was no toilet in the dormitory, and the toilet was only in the teaching building. Due to the rain, the road paved with stones was a little muddy, the girl walked very slowly, fortunately the light of the old flashlight was very bright, she walked along the road of the current back school gate towards the teaching building, and slowly she walked to the old locust tree. Tang Rui paused, her eyes habitually stared at my eyes, and then looked at Xue Jiao, as if hinting at our next terrifying plot.

The girl saw that the bluestone strip on the west side of the old locust tree had broken for some reason, and there was a maroon mud piled up in the gap, she didn't look closely, and a few rumbling noises in her stomach urged her to hurry to the toilet. When I came back, there was already some light in the sky, this time the girl was facing the broken bluestone bar, the flashlight in her hand shone on the broken bluestone from time to time, that place exposed a thick locust root, the maroon red soil on the locust root was washed away, the girl approached, the light of the flashlight on the bare locust root, and the locust tree root seemed to be stuck something, the girl was a little curious, she walked over slowly, the flashlight shot straight at the root of the locust tree, she saw clearly, it was a human hand that was bubbled. ”

Tang Rui began to speed up her speech, "The miserable white hand is now pointing directly at her, she subconsciously let out a scream, threw off her legs and ran towards the dormitory, and when she arrived at the dormitory, the girl kept slamming the door, shouting loudly for her roommate to open the door. When she entered the dormitory, her roommate asked her what was going on, she just kept talking about the old locust tree and her hands, and her roommate wanted to go out to see, so she pulled them and choked them and begged them not to go out.

At dawn, the old security guard who rang the bed-up bell of the school also found the manpower under the locust tree, and he immediately told the school leaders, and then the police from the Shihe police station also arrived, in order to avoid causing panic, the police covered the roots of the tree with a white cloth, and the school notified the whole school to have a day off.

One after another, the students walked under the old locust tree covered with a white cloth, and the big red flowers that hung on the tree a few months ago became a little bleak, as if to reflect the white cloth under the root of the tree. Under the urging of the school leaders, almost all the students on the campus are gone, leaving only a few dragged thugs walking behind with gray cloth schoolbags, walking through the old locust tree, a few people laughed and asked what was covered underneath, and even had the courage to uncover it, but before they could uncover it, a demonic wind blew, and the white cloth flew into the sky by itself, and the palm of the hand of the somewhat rotten person under the white cloth was facing upwards, several boys were startled, and a short and fat boy opened his mouth wide and shouted: 'Manual, Hearing this, the school leader on the side hurriedly ran over and reprimanded: "What is it called, get out of here, if we hear the slightest rumor about this matter, you will be expelled first." The stocky boy was scared, he nodded frantically, he wanted to get out of here quickly, because he really saw the hand moving, and the white cloth that fell in the sky now looked more like it was thrown into the sky by the human hand.

Two hours later, the county's forensic doctors and criminal police arrived, they dug up the soil around the locust tree little by little, and under the bare locust tree roots, there was a male corpse, his hand hooked the locust tree roots, his face was cut by a sharp knife, like a cracked mirror, the minced meat was stirred together, like chewed rotten meat, terrifying. The body was transported back to the county for an autopsy, and the Shihe police station was asked to assist in the investigation of the deceased.

A day later, the students all returned to school, and at night, Shihe was as quiet as before, except for a few more white cloths pressed by red bricks and a cordon under the old locust tree. Before the next night's self-study, the head teacher of each class instructed the students not to think nonsense, let alone believe any unfounded rumors, and only a few ancient cultural relics were dug up under the old locust tree.

However, when I went home from self-study in the evening, some lonely students always trembled inexplicably when they passed by the old locust tree, and after looking at the old locust tree for a long time, they even felt that there was a hand under the white cloth that was about to stretch out from the night.

At night, after the lights went out, the girl who first found the human hand tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and her mind always came to mind the miserable white human hand she had seen the day before. In the middle of the night, when there was silence, she was exhausted by her fear, and after struggling up and down her eyelids a few times, she finally fell asleep. But she didn't feel like she was asleep, she only felt that she was in another prison of the night, in the dark alley behind the school, she was like a ghost floating behind a boy, and the boy didn't go long before a group of people jumped out in front of him, they were holding sticks, and even a short and fat boy had a machete in his hand, and they pushed the boy against the wall, and the sticks were on his shoulders, intimidating him, and finally the men lost their patience, and the sticks in their hands were hitting the boy, and the girl was screaming desperately, But she seemed to be pressed by a ghost, and her mouth opened wide, but she couldn't make a sound.

The boy was beaten for a long time, and finally he collapsed, blood gushing from the back of his head, soaked in the dirt in the corner, and especially bright in the night. Several men in the gang panicked and wanted to run, but there was a thunder in the sky, and they were paralyzed to the ground in fright. After a while, the raindrops fell on their faces, and the boy with the knife had a fierce look in his eyes, stood up, called out to everyone, picked up the dead boy, and went around to the mountain behind the school, and the girl was uncontrollable and followed them to the back mountain, he took the knife and slashed at the boy's face, as if chopping a piece of pork, and he commanded the remaining people to pick up the stick in their hands and dig a small hole, burying the boy in the soil. Then the boy with the knife opened his eyes wide, twisted his eyebrows, held the knife up, and said something to several people. Then the men were gone, and the girl floated on the boy's grave, trembling in this silent world, and the girl staring at the new grave at her feet. Tang Rui stopped, and Liang Chen heard the sound of her swallowing saliva.

Suddenly, she spoke, "A miserable white hand broke through the earth under the new grave, and grabbed her feet, and for a moment the girl struggled desperately upward, but she seemed to be a lump of cotton, and was dragged into the dirt, her eyes buried in the darkness, and her nose sealed with mud, and she thought she was going to die, until she felt the dead body under her open her eyes, and pushed her away, and the girl woke up from her dream, sweat soaked her hair, and she gasped for breath, trying to drive out all her fears and fears, But the little ghost in her heart tugged at her nerves, and she was trembling all over.

Before she could calm down, outside the house, a cry that seemed to be a eunuch in a court drama reached her ears, and several roommates who had not yet woken up complained on the bed, she saw the faint light through the small window on the wooden door, it was a little bright, she swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and walked out of the dormitory in slippers.

On the old locust tree, the short and fat boy in her dream hanged himself from the tree, using the red flower hung on the school celebration, the big red flower hung on the boy's chest, the blood dripped on the red flower, and the dark red flower bloomed again. The boy in the tree had eyes as big as a cow, as if they were about to tear open his sockets, his face was a blur of flesh, the flesh on his cheeks was rotting as if it had been chewed by a dog and then spit out, his tongue hanging from his chin, and he looked in the direction where the girl was standing with a horrified face.

Her legs were weak, and she leaned against the pine tree, silent, and the timid person who had a good thing to do was frightened, and now the whole school knew, and the old locust tree surrounded the classmates in a circle and circle, no way, the school had to take a holiday again, but this time it was extended to three days.

In the past three nights, the criminal policeman who was guarding by the old locust tree had the same dream every night, when the bright moon was in the sky, the boy who hanged himself kowtowed desperately under the locust tree, and after a few wild laughs out of nowhere, a hand reached out in the soil, dragged his hair and pulled him over, the nails on the hand began to grow wildly, the fingertips slashed the boy's cheeks, like a sharp blade to chop his flesh, bright red blood flowed down the nail through the hand, the blood stimulated the hand, it tore the boy's cheek, It rubbed the flesh on his cheeks like kneading dough, and the boy could only weep, and in the moonlight he was like a repentant Christian, taking off the red flowers, and hanging himself on the southeast branch, and the moonlight was cold, and when the boy was dying, a rotten face in front of him was smiling at him.

In three days, a lot of things happened, the girl reported the crime, identified the hanged boy and their alleged partner as the murderer, she took the police to the mountain behind the school, the small mound was full of unknown wildflowers, the nourishment of blood made the wildflowers indescribably gloomy, the police dug up the soil, and under it was a white skeleton, the dark white palm was held upward, and there was still blood on the bones of the wrist.

Several boys turned themselves in, each with bloodshot eyes, drooping at the corners of their eyes, and their faces were pale, like a pile of ashes, burning up all their life, and in the interrogation room, several people confessed to their crimes, and they seemed to have lost hope of life.

But the corpses under the old locust tree, the nameless white bones on the back mountain, and the people who committed suicide after being imprisoned, all the secrets were hidden under the green and tall old locust tree in the small playground. ”

Tang Rui put his head between me and Xue Jiao, and whispered: "At night, be careful of the hand under the old locust tree, I heard that it likes to wave to the skinny boy the most. ”

After listening, Liang Chen looked disdainful, "The foreshadowing is too long, the end is too fast, and the pit is too big. ”

"Don't listen to his nonsense, I think it's very good, the description is vivid, the language is beautiful, and there is cultural heritage." Xue Ji said with a smile.

"It's better to be Xue Jiao." Tang Rui changed his smiling appearance and glared at Liang Chen, "Some people are just jealous that I speak better than him." ”

"Come on! Xue Ji, you weren't scared. ”

"Xue Jiao, did you say that you felt a little fear?" Tang Rui's face was full of expectations, and she looked at Xue Ji with watery eyes.

"It's a little nauseous, count?"

After Xue Jiao finished speaking, Liang Chen laughed on the side, and Tang Rui held Xue Jiao's hand, a little excited, "Little baby Xue Jiao, think about it in your mind, just under the old locust tree outside the playground, a hanged ghost with a rotten face is staring at you, the miserable white ghost hand stretched out under the root of the locust tree wants to hold your feet, and the white bone skeleton with a '呲呲' grinding ghost laughing in the back mountain, isn't it terrifying?" ”

Liang Chen looked at Xue Jiao a little nervous, and stopped Tang Rui, who still wanted to talk down, "Don't say it, she can't sleep at night, and everyone in their bedroom will call you." ”

After the evening self-study, the two finished the water, Xue Jiao was a little hungry, the canteen was not open on Saturday night, Liang Chen accompanied her to the commissary, passing the old locust tree, Xue Jiao lowered her head and accelerated her pace, Liang Chen patted her shoulder, and said with relief: "It's okay, it's all some nonsense stories, you see that the old locust tree at night doesn't look like a tree Groot, standing with his hands and feet, and a little old-fashioned dragon clock, it can be said that the branches and leaves are half red, and the rot and liquid are not timely." ”

"Be careful that the roots of the locust tree reach out and pull you down." Xue Ji pouted and joked.

On the way back to the dormitory, Liang Chen kept telling Xue Ji not to think about the stories told by Tang Rui when he went to bed at night, and he could fall asleep by memorizing ancient poems and English words when he went to bed.

Liang Chen regretted a little, regretted that he told Xue Jiao "Zi Bu Silent", telling those supernatural stories, he didn't know that Xue Jiao's courage was so small, and he didn't know that she liked to listen to ghost stories so much, desire and fear were intense, and she burst out of a fanatical heart, this is Liang Chen's approval.

He remembered that not long ago on Saturday, Zeng Tong, Zhou Yin, Zou Li, and Li Yu, who were in the same dormitory with Xue Ji, called Liang Chen one after another at midnight and scolded Liang Chen, and even when Zhou Tian was in class, Zhou Yin and Zeng Tong blocked Liang Chen in the corner to intimidate him, and next time he scared Xue Ji - he would kill him.

Liang Chen was restless from the moment he lay down, under the bed, Zhou Sang went to the toilet with a retro old-fashioned oil lamp, watching the light and shadow of the flame licking the glass lampshade, Liang Chen's mind recalled the first ghost story he told Xue Ji - Chao Nei Eighty-one, how fear could not resist the support of curiosity.