"You must be having a nightmare. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" After listening to Gong Zizhen's story, Deng Sanmao commented.

Gong Zizhen didn't sleep all night last night, and his mind was full of thoughts about the damn sound of the upper bunk, why did there be a sound in the bed when no one slept on it? As an atheist, he doesn't believe in ghosts, but if it's not ghosts, how can he explain the sound of the top bunk? Maybe it's because of fear, maybe it's because of something else, in short, when the wake-up bell rings, he simply washes up and goes to self-study with a black bag under his eyes.

Deng Sanmao is Gong Zizhen's classmate in elementary school, and the relationship between the two is closer than others, so Gong Zizhen looks like he is in good spirits. After class, I went to Gong Zizhen, who was sleeping on his stomach, and asked him what was wrong.

I'm fine. Gong Zizhen replied.

The ghost believes that you are fine, your guy's level of snooze can be compared with Wang Tuming (Wang Tuming is the boy who will report tomorrow.) Deng Sanmao patted him on the shoulder and said, if there is any difficulty, I will help you solve it.

Although Deng Sanmao is a gangster and likes to bully people all day long, he is still very affectionate to his best brother.

Seeing that his brother said so, Gong Zizhen didn't need to have a reason to put it away, brainstorming, maybe Deng Sanmao would have some way? So, after brewing for a while, Gong Zizhen told him what happened last night. After listening, Deng Sanmao frowned, it was hard to believe that there would be such a thing. "If it's really loud, why can't I hear it? Besides, there's no one sleeping there!"

"Do you think I'm joking?" Gong Zizhen couldn't help but be annoyed, "That's not a nightmare at all, it's too real, not to mention that I didn't sleep before that, okay?!" As soon as he said this, he heard the sound of yesterday's bunk in his head again, like a ghost floating in his mind. If this happens again tonight, he thinks he should take a break from school and come back...

Deng Sanmao sighed and said, "Okay, since you said so, then I'll see who is doing the blame tonight." ”

......

It was late at night, and everything was silent. White moonlight shone through the glass windows of the bedroom and onto the smooth floor. Deng Sanmao, who was wrapped in the quilt, secretly looked at his mobile phone, time: 10:47. "Hmph... I'm here to see what it is. Deng Sanmao snorted coldly, exposed a gap in the sheets, and then put a small mirror on the iron railing at the head of the bed, and in the bright moonlight, Deng Sanmao could clearly see the picture of the No. 1 upper bunk reflected through the mirror. Come on, let me see. Deng Sanmao was not afraid that something terrifying would appear, because he didn't believe in the existence of ghosts and gods at all, and he thought that the reason why Gong Zizhen heard the sound coming from the upper bunk was completely a prank by other people in the same dormitory.

Deng Sanmao waited for a long time, but there was still no movement in bed No. 1. Is it really someone who is doing it? He was confident in his reasoning, and was about to remove the mirror when his hand froze.

On the screen of the mirror, a white figure is presented, his face cannot be seen clearly, and his body is transparent. He sat on the top bunk No. 1 in an unusually quiet place, like a statue motionless. Deng Sanmao held his breath, his heart was beating at a very high frequency, and he could even clearly hear the melody of his heartbeat. He wanted to scream, but reason told him that something even more horrible would happen if he did.

"Ho ho..." The white figure suddenly turned his head and turned to Deng Sanmao's side. It stands to reason that it is impossible to see Deng Sanmao, but in the eyes of the latter, the guy in the mirror clearly has discovered him, and under the blurred face of the white shadow in the mirror, there is a gloomy smile, and the corners of his mouth move slightly.

Time... Almost there. The ethereal voice of the white shadow echoed throughout the bedroom, but it felt as if no one else could hear it except him.

A cold wind blew in Sanmao's ears, and when he looked in the mirror, the white figure was gone. Only the light of the moon was reflected on the cold plank.

Speaking of this, Huang Xiaodong suddenly closed his mouth.

Hearing the most critical place, this product didn't even say it! I said depressedly, "Go on." ”

Huang Xiaodong shook his head and said seriously: "If you continue to talk about it, readers still think they are making up the number of words." ”

I have a painful expression on my face, just your sister! You're writing a novel in front of you.,And the hell to make up the number of words.,Do you know that this kind of speech is only half said will kill people!! No matter how hard I was grinding, this fat man closed his mouth tightly and refused to say a word, and I had to give up. Still, at least I got some valuable clues. According to Huang Xiaodong, it was the white shadow who found them. However, there is one thing that I don't understand, why did White Shadow look for them? Is there anything special about the two of them? Also, is that so-called white shadow really a ghost....... At this time, the bedtime bell rang, and we didn't continue the discussion, rolled over, and fell asleep.

In the Qing Dynasty, Duan Yuci's "Commentary on the Text" had a reasonable explanation for ghosts: what people are classified as ghosts. Take the rhyme as a training. The commentary said. The ghost is also a word. Guo Note leads the corpse. The ancients said that the dead are returned. Left pass. The child is born. The ghost has a home. Not for the sake of it. Liyun said.? Qi returns to the sky. The form returns to the earth. From the child, the elephant ghost head. From a child to a ghost. From the sku. The two words are supplemented today. Read it like a private one. Ghosts and yin are harmful, so they obey. Yin as a dwarf. This is said to be from the meaning of the house. Divine Yang and Ghost Yin. Yang is public and yin is private. Ju Weiche. Fifteen parts. All ghosts belong to ghosts.

Not only this work, but also historiography such as Mengxi Pen Tan also has records about ghosts. But for me, who has always believed in science, ghosts are impossible, because ghosts violate the law of conservation of matter, and there are no material conditions for ghosts to exist on the earth, and if they do, they are only spiritual things.

I looked at the ceiling in a daze, tomorrow is Wednesday, and the school allows half a day of activities outside to relieve the pressure of students, commonly known as: release. This is a good opportunity to gather intelligence, the fourth middle school is a closed school, students are strictly forbidden to carry mobile phones, even I can only secretly put it on my body and dare not take it out, so I decided to put the investigation work in the middle of tomorrow at noon.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and go to sleep, I suddenly heard a creaking sound, and I looked at the source of the sound, which was coming from the literary bed. By the moonlight, I vaguely saw a line of blood-red strange letters gradually appear on the wall to the right of Wen Cao, and when I read the text clearly, my pupils shrank.

“Sterben”。