It was obviously dark, but Zhang Youhan saw the appearance of the female ghost clearly. That familiar look, the iconic black mole on the chin. Isn't that his friend Meng Fei in Dongmu County?

Meng Fei's face appeared on her cornea for less than a second, and then disappeared immediately, without a trace. Zhang Youhan sat on the ground in a daze, his expression still remaining panicked.

Zhang Youhan didn't dare to stay in the dormitory any longer, she called the emergency number and stayed in the hospital for one night. She barely closed her eyes all night. When the daytime sun hit her, she reacted and hurriedly called Meng Fei's home. But the phone hit her brain like a bolt from the blue, and she froze.

Meng Fei actually died, and the time of death was 11:54 a.m. last night. Zhang Youhan turned his sluggish head and fixed his gaze on the screen of his mobile phone. It seemed that the moment when I tripped and saw my friend's face was around 11:50 a.m. last night.

An irrepressible chill rushed from his back to the back of his head. Zhang Youhan didn't dare to be hospitalized again, and hurried towards his hometown. It's just that she didn't expect that the terrible things had just begun in her.

Before Meng Fei's funeral could attend, he heard that several of his good friends had died. Everyone who died was very bizarre and weird, even if Qiao Yu fled to Germany, he did not escape the fate of dying. Zhang Youhan didn't know what she had done wrong, she didn't even know if she would follow in their footsteps and die!

After returning home, she locked herself in the bedroom for a whole week, and her parents seemed to know that something was not usual, especially her father, who was the chief of the police department, he didn't ask what he had done, but after going to the morgue to bring out the bodies of Qiao Yu and Meng Fei and others, he silently invited some monks and Taoists to do something at home, and also posted a lot of ghost drawings in front of her door. Those yellow and yellow sheets with weird yellow sheets were all over the door, which made Zhang Youhan even more uncomfortable.

She would always see hallucinations. Sometimes she can't even tell if what she sees with her eyes is real or just a hallucination. Zhang Youhan always felt that there was something hiding in the cabinet in the room, eavesdropping on his every move. She hides her shoes every time she goes to bed and locks them in the shoe closet in the utility room upstairs. But when I went to the appointment that night, the red leather shoes I wore when I played with Qiao Yu and them would always appear in the bedroom, and the tips of the shoes were facing her bed, as if they were alive, getting closer and closer to her.

No matter how far Zhang Youhan threw away the red shoes, and even begged his father to throw them into the incinerator one day, but when she opened her eyes the next day, the pair of shoes that were her favorite were still back. The clean upper was spotless, and the red lacquer was as if he had just drunk blood, and Zhang Youhan, who was frightened, was at a loss, and even was about to despair.

Today is Qiao Yu's funeral, and Zhang Youhan doesn't dare to go out. My parents went to Qiao's house, and she was the only one left to stay in this huge villa. Even the servant did not know where he had died. It was quiet, so quiet that she was going crazy.

Zhang Youhan felt a little hungry, and he couldn't help it, so he reluctantly climbed out of bed and went to the kitchen to eat something indiscriminately, wanting to continue to hide back in bed. But when I stood in front of the window, I was surprised to find that the pair of red shoes that my father had taken away had come back. It was unusual to come back. It was not at the head of the bed, but stepped on the quilt and stood quietly. The red upper is sunk into the pink duvet, and it's hard to describe the creepy feeling.

She stood in place in a daze, not daring to move. The atmosphere in the room was extremely cold, even if the central air conditioning was turned on, the wind blowing was enough to make her shiver. The ghost drawings that filled the room were of no use at all, and the red shoes were taunting with their heels towards her, and suddenly, the whole room trembled, and there was a deafening sound of footsteps in Zhang Youhan's ears, like leather shoes stepping on wood, and like high heels stepping on a stone slab to make an empty sound. The shoe, which had his back to her, moved violently.

It was as if there was an invisible invisible person wearing those red shoes, and it turned around on the bed and turned towards Zhang Youhan. The tips of the two shoes were filled with an incomparably terrifying atmosphere, and they slowly walked towards her. The footsteps rang out, and she fell to the ground in fright, rolling and crawling, and the tears of crying and screaming kept flowing out.

She didn't want to die, no one wanted to die. But none of the dead people can really live by their own will. The whole villa was filled with hysterical screams and curses, but the villa area was so large that it was hard to hear. Even if someone does hear it, they probably won't care. The indifference between people is stronger and more insurmountable than the Berlin Wall.

I quickly rushed into Zhang Youhan's villa, managed to go around the back garden, found an open window, and climbed into the house. The girl's screams were deafening and piercing her eardrums. Putting up with the sound of killing pigs, I came to a room on the second floor covered with yellow paper symbols.

Zhang Youhan was sitting on the ground, cowering in a corner of the room, trembling and crying. The source of the noise was her mouth. This ordinary-looking girl had tears and snot mixed together, and her face was distorted with fright, and it was hard to see the miserable. Her clothes were disheveled, and a pair of shiny red leather shoes lay not far away.

With my eyes squinted, I quickly threw myself on the side of the bed and pulled the covers over the covers. Looking at the girl in the red shoes, the target suddenly disappeared from sight, and the frightened brain, which was about to have a nervous breakdown, finally calmed down a lot.

After a long time, she looked at me with tears in her eyes, and there were fears and doubts in her eyes. She pulled her pajamas and wiped her face indiscriminately, and asked vigilantly, "Who are you?" Don't mess around! To tell you the truth, my dad is the chief of police, and it is a felony to trespass on people's homes. ”

"Is there anyone who talks to a lifesaver like that?" I shrugged my shoulders, my eyes still fixed on the quilt. There was a bulge under the quilt, just in the shape of a shoe. The covered shoe didn't move, as if it were dead. Well, what a strange description, do shoes live? But why would I think it's alive! I wondered for a moment until the girl next to me interrupted me again.

"Hey, who the hell are you?" Zhang Youhan saw that I was staring at the covered red shoes, no matter how stupid I was, I knew that the person in front of me was not pure.

"I'm also a victim. I guess so. I scratched my head and used my mobile phone to pull up a photo of her with Qiao Yu and other 8 girls.

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