When night falls, everyone sits around the campfire and feasts on my special beef and potato curry.

Except for He Hui, this is the first time everyone has camped in the snow mountain.

Although the surroundings are full of cold, it is quite interesting to sit around the campfire and talk and laugh.

At this time, Xu Huan, who has always been eccentric, suddenly proposed that with such a good atmosphere, it is better to tell ghost stories to set off the atmosphere.

At first I was a little against it.

There is a saying that boats don't talk about sinking, and graveyards don't talk about ghosts.

Although this is not a cemetery, it is in the middle of a strange and dangerous snow-capped mountain, and it is best not to talk about these dead souls.

But the crowd was quite interested, and they all wanted to hear me tell ghost stories to be bold.

I had no choice but to tell a ghost story I had read in the newspaper a long time ago.

There is a group of mountaineering enthusiasts who go to the snow-capped mountains together.

One of them was a couple who had a good relationship.

When they arrived at the bottom of the mountain and were about to go up, the weather suddenly turned bad, but everyone still insisted on going up the mountain.

So they left the girlfriend to take care of the camp.

But after three days, they still did not return.

The woman was a little worried and afraid of danger, so she prayed for her boyfriend's safety every day.

Wait, wait, wait, until the seventh day, she finally saw everyone come back covered in snow.

But only her boyfriend didn't come back.

Everyone told the girlfriend that on the first day up the mountain, they were hit by an avalanche and her boyfriend was killed.

The reason why they came back in the first seven was because they were afraid that her boyfriend's ghost might come back to her.

So everyone formed a circle and protected her in the middle.

It was almost twelve o'clock in the night, when suddenly her boyfriend ran back to the camp covered in blood, and then grabbed her and ran out.

The girlfriend screamed in fright and struggled to get rid of her boyfriend.

At this time, her boyfriend told her that there was an avalanche on the first day of climbing, and everyone died, but he was the only one who survived.

So whose word will you believe in the end?

I remember this story being published in major newspapers and websites before.

Until now, there has been no agreement on the debate about who to believe.

At this time, Xu Huan, who was sitting next to Zhao Xiaoshuai, snorted lightly and said in a tone that had already seen through the answer:

"Such a simple choice, and it still needs to be discussed for so many years? It's stupid, stupid. ”

"So, you know the answer?"

I asked with a smile.

Xu Huan looked around and saw that everyone was staring at her, so she pretended to be old-fashioned and explained:

The answer is simple, it is...... Don't believe anyone! ”

Xu Huan's words were astonishing, and everyone else present was also surprised.

"Why doesn't anyone believe it?"

Zhao Xiaoshuai asked her with a puzzled expression.

Xu Huan coughed, cleared his throat and said:

"That's because there's a key thread in this story, and that's time."

"When?"

"Yes, it's time."

Xu Huan said with a heartfelt voice:

"The group of mountaineers said that her boyfriend was killed in an avalanche on their first day up the mountain, so why did they wait until the seventh day to come back to inform her girlfriend?"

"The answer is that the group of mountaineers were also killed by avalanches......

According to Xu Huan's explanation, it was mentioned in the story that it wasn't until the seventh day that his girlfriend finally came back covered in snow when she saw everyone.

And they were covered in snow is the best proof of the death of an avalanche.

Moreover, according to folk legend, the seventh day is the day when the dead return to their souls.

If the deceased died in vain, he will come back to find a substitute to die in his place because of his resentment.

The reason why those mountaineering enthusiasts appeared and formed a circle was to compete for the body of that girlfriend and the only living person.

"Then why don't you take that boyfriend's word for it?"

Mei Mei under He Hui asked Xu Huan suspiciously.

"Logical empathy, think about it, if everyone is in an avalanche and only he survives, then why wait until the seventh day to return to camp?"

"You know, they've only been up the mountain for a day, and even if they do, they should be back at camp in seven days."

Xu Huan said his opinion matter-of-factly.

Zhao Xiaoshuai immediately said:

"That's because he was wounded, and the story doesn't mention that he appeared covered in blood, so he didn't come back until the seventh day."

Xu Huan laughed:

"That's right. But you think that if you are covered in an avalanche and you can still hold out for seven days and come back alive, this is not very likely. What's even weirder is that he still came back covered in blood. ”

"Everyone must understand that when people are in a low temperature state, the brain's alertness is reduced, and the low temperature causes heat loss, the brain's oxygen supply capacity is further reduced, and the consciousness activity is becoming less and less, not to mention in the case of blood loss all over the body."

"This situation basically lasts less than an hour before you enter a coma, let alone stay in the snowy mountains for seven days. So......"

Xu Huan paused, and finally made a concluding speech:

"No one should believe this story!"

The flames in the campfire gently swayed with the cold wind of the night, illuminating the expressions of everyone around them.

But for some reason, everyone here didn't speak for a long time, and the atmosphere became more and more heavy and weird.

"Big brother, I'm afraid of ......"

Xiaoyu beside me quietly trembled and hid in my arms, which couldn't help but make me laugh.

In our group, she is a ghost herself, and she is still very scary.

She was the first to shout that she was afraid......

What kind of logic is this!

"Really, why do you have to tell such an infiltrating story in the middle of the night, I have goosebumps on my back."

He Hui said, standing up and moving her numb legs, but suddenly saw a dark shadow shaking in the distance.

"Who! Who's there? ”

He Hui had the courage to shout, but all of us present were startled.

I looked around and found that there were no less than nine people here, so who was He Hui talking to?

Just when I was puzzled, I suddenly saw Zhang Wang walking back from a distance with his pants, and muttered:

"Please, you're crying wolf in the middle of the night, I'm so scared that I almost pulled my pants, what happened?"

When Zhang Wang said this, I was stunned.

I counted the number of people before, and it was indeed nine.

However, Zhang Wang said that when I was telling the story, he accidentally inhaled cool air and ran behind a big rock in the distance to make it easier.

So in this way, who is sitting among us instead of Zhang Wang and listening to the story?

An inexplicable chill swept over my back, and I couldn't help but shiver.

And at this time, something even stranger appeared.

Zhang Wang said with a puzzled look on his face that he was not crying wolf at all just now, but He Hui was shouting.

But Zhang Wang said that he heard a girl singing over there, and her voice was tactful and desolate, a bit like singing.

Now, all of us are not calm.

What happened before was just so weird.

What's more, even the presence of the two "experts" Ning Wushuang and I didn't notice anything wrong.

It seems that the old saying that the boat does not sink and the cemetery does not talk about ghosts is true.