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July 3rd

"That woman is here again, do you think she's sick? I didn't even know the man, I don't know where he got a picture of me and put it in his wallet. ”

"Look, what am I talking about? Sure enough, it's a crush on you, right? ”

"Fuck off, I'm annoying you boys!"

"Hey, I'm a man, not a boy, please note the difference!"

"..."

July 5th.

"I've always felt like there's a pair of eyes staring at me these days, and I can't get rid of it wherever I go, what the hell is going on?"

"Maybe it's a mental delusion caused by you being too nervous, don't worry, what kind of Bloody Mary you said can't be true, our local ghost hasn't made trouble yet, how can it be her turn to make a foreign ghost at will?"

"But I'm really a little worried, aren't you writing about all kinds of ghost hunting methods in your novels? Can you help me? ”

"You know it's fiction? If I'm really that good, I still have to hide in the basement and cook somen noodles to eat? ”

July 6th.

"I feel like I'm presence, she's ready to do it! No, I'm going to figure it out! I'm going to summon Bloody Mary too, and you tell me how to summon that!" ”

"Don't make a fuss, it's all scary, or you don't live in school, go home and live, then you won't be so nervous."

"Fart! That would bring bad luck to my family! Do you tell me the way? ”

"Okay, okay, I'll explain it in advance, I just heard it, and I don't know if it works."

"Hurry up, don't talk nonsense!"

"You... Alas, well, first of all, choose a quiet environment, have a mirror, put two white candles on either side of the mirror, and light the candles on time at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Another premise is that you must wear makeup, and the more beautiful you are, the better, and it is said that Mary likes to trade with beautiful girls the most. ”

"What else?"

"No, just light the candle at twelve o'clock at midnight and say the name of the Bloody Mary aloud."

July 6, 9 p.m.

"I'm going to try to summon 'Bloody Mary' in a moment, I must be prettier than that slut!"

"Haha, I know you're pretty, but you still don't want it, right? After all, it's just a legend, so why try it? It's not going to be true, you're just too nervous. ”

"Don't talk about it, good luck to me!"

“。。。。。”

After reading our chat log, Zhang Dongqiang raised his head and looked at me:

"We didn't see that in the deceased's phone."

As he spoke, he pulled out an A4 piece of paper and handed it to me, with some chat logs printed on it, but it was all small talk between me and the "ethereal", including my words that I wanted to pursue her.

I glanced at him with a wry smile:

"A girl like her, I'm afraid I can only think about it secretly in my heart, and just talk about it when I'm joking, in fact, we haven't met."

As I spoke, I pointed to the garbage in the house.

"Do you think I have the ability to invite someone to a meal in my situation? Even if it's KFC? ”

The little policewoman named Shen Mo covered her nose with one hand, frowned and swept around the room and said in disgust:

"If you're self-aware, this place is like a pig's nest!"

Zhang Dongqiang asked me a few more innocuous questions, and then got up and took his leave. But he left his phone number and told me if there was anything I could call him.

I don't know why he did this, does he think that what value can I use as a person struggling to make ends meet?

I lay back in bed, but I couldn't sleep.

As for the reason, I can't say it either.

Maybe it's because I feel sorry for that girl who is like a flower, or maybe she has a place in my heart that is beyond my own knowledge.

A bold thought suddenly flashed in my heart: "We must find out the cause of the ethereal death!" ”

As soon as this thought appeared, even I was startled and tried to suppress it, but I couldn't do it.

Got out of bed and started looking up about "Bloody Mary" on the Internet, and posted about how to summon "Bloody Mary".

I was soon replied to, much as I knew, mostly saying that only girls could summon "Bloody Marys", but one of them caught my attention:

"Boy, I advise you not to study these things, you have nothing to do with these things in your life, and being too curious will only harm yourself!"

Perhaps it was the other party's pretentious tone that attracted me, and I quickly replied to the post:

"I have to try to summon 'Bloody Mary' but I'm a man, some people say that 'Bloody Mary' can only be summoned by women, if you have a way, I hope you can tell me!"

It took a long time for the other party to reply to me:

"I don't know much about this kind of thing abroad, but you can try it, and it may be useful to apply some women's blood to your face when summoning."

I grass!

This man's proposal baffled me, but it seemed to make some sense. But the question is, where do I go to find a woman's blood?

Maybe it's because I've rummaged through the garbage cans too many times, and the first thing that comes to my mind is the garbage bins in the maternity hospital!

At eight o'clock in the evening, I was standing in the corner of the back door of the maternity hospital, staring at the garbage bin not far away.

At half past nine, two people came over with the garbage and threw it into the garbage bin.

As soon as they left, I rushed over and opened the garbage bag and rummaged through it.

It has always been incomprehensible to women having an abortion, but that day was an exception.

Sure enough, I found a bag that was still a little warm, and when I opened it, it was red blood!

The little basement I rented was definitely a suitable place, damp, dark and quiet.

At half past eleven, I set up the candles in front of the mirror, prepared the blood, and waited for the minutes to pass.

Some nervousness, some anticipation, some fear...

"Didi. Didi. ”

Twelve o'clock sharp!

I lit the candle, gritted my teeth, and poured the bloody bags on my face, my voice trembling and low:

"Bloody Mary!"

"Bloody Mary!"

"Bloody Mary!"

5 seconds,

10 seconds,

30 seconds,

A minute passed and nothing happened.

"I'm grass!"

I scolded angrily.

It took so much effort, and it turned out that someone had been tricked. Especially with blood all over his face! I want to vomit when I think about how that blood came from!

Just as he was about to blow out the candles and wash away the disgusting blood, his heart suddenly moved:

"Bloody Mary is an evil spirit in Western legends, isn't it..."

I immediately stood up again in front of the mirror and cleared my throat:

“Bloody Mary！”

“Bloody Mary！”

“Bloody Mary！”

There was still no reaction, and only his bloody face was in the mirror.

"Whew"

I angrily blew out the candle and was about to turn around to turn on the light.

"Dangchang!"

Something fell to the ground.