Zhao Huanshu found a quiet park, sat on a chair by the artificial lake and began to read this strange suicide note, the reason why it was strange was because Zhao Huanshu didn't know the person who wrote this thing at all.

The contents of the suicide note are as follows:

Dear Friend: Hello!

My name is Ge Zhengjiang, an ordinary high school student.

You must wonder why I would write to someone I don't know. Actually, I can't help it, because I'm dying.

Seeing this, maybe you will scoff at it and throw it in the trash. Maybe you will look up to the sky and laugh, what kind of madman is this, who would write a letter to someone he doesn't know, and curse himself to death?

But I can tell you unequivocally that I'm not crazy, and I'm not kidding, this letter is really my suicide note.

As I wrote these words, my hands were still shaking, cold sweat was crawling all over my forehead, and my whole body was so cold that it seemed like ice had been stuffed into my bones.

I just want to tell you one thing: I'm haunted???

Yes, I did encounter a ghost, and it appeared not only around me, but also in other people's bodies. I'm scared because everyone wants to kill me!

Yes, I don't know who it will be in the next moment, or how it will appear, anyway, it has only one purpose, which is to kill me.

The flame of the candle in my hand flickered uneasily, just as I was in a panic. I knew very well that there was no escape now, and I already smelled death.

That's why I made up my mind to write this suicide note.

I beg you to look at it and to take it forever. Because all of the things that are said below are real things that happened to me.

It all started half a month ago, when we were still in school. Generally speaking, students are divided into two kinds of people, one is a bully character who specializes in bullying people, and the other is a good old person who is bullied.

Obviously, I belong to the former category, but I don't really like this kind of bad taste, but in a school like ours, the emphasis is on the law of the jungle, and if I don't bully people, then I am the one who suffers.

And so, I joined them......

There are four of us in total, the eldest has a bit of a background, it is said that his parents are related to the underworld, so he has always been domineering at school, and the third and fourth are like-minded people, and after I joined, they soon followed suit.

In the quiet campus, once there is a gang, it will soon become a topic of conversation for students after dinner.

So, we quickly became famous. Almost everyone dared not provoke us, for fear that we would be the target of bullying like him: because the boss called someone last time, he cut the former senior handler into a serious injury, and now he is still hospitalized...... You are not surprised that after such a vicious incident, not only were we not revolted by our classmates at school, but most of us were even more afraid of us.

He is also in the same grade as us, so let's not say his name, let's call him a classmate.

Another classmate of mine, his academic performance is good, and his family is quite rich, but the only drawback is that he is timid, he is very introverted, even if he is bullied, he does not dare to speak, let alone tell others. Because of this, he has become the target of our bullying all the time.

Every morning, we would block the door and rob him of the day's food. If he chooses to bring his own food, we will grab it at noon and force him to eat it on the floor of the toilet.

When it's time to get out of school, if we're bored, we'll go to him and play with him, of course, and do all sorts of weird experiments with him. For example, see what happens to a person who takes expired X medicine, or ask him to pee in front of the office.

Anyway, as long as we can think of anything, we have tried almost everything.

Do you think we are hateful and want to beat us up? To be honest, I feel the same way, every time I think back to these pasts, I hate myself very much, why torture my classmates, why do I want to be obsessed?

If I hadn't kept up with them and hadn't become bad, I probably wouldn't have been so scared now, and I wouldn't have written this suicide note, but unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

The real start of the matter was a summer vacation, and we made an appointment to go to Changlong Mountain for a picnic that day.

Changlong Mountain is a primeval forest on our side, which is very large, full of towering giant trees that cover the sky and the sun, usually no one sets foot in it, but for us bad teenagers, this is nothing at all, especially the boss, he often comes here to play, so he is more familiar with the environment.

We brought that classmate over that day. It's called a picnic, but it's actually an experiment...... Fishing for wild ghosts.

Fishing for wild ghosts is an old legend on our side, it is said that after a person dies, his soul will stay in the world, looking for a substitute for reincarnation, if he can't find it, he will always wander in the place of death, as long as you hang the sacrifice on the locust tree, if you are lucky, you will see some lonely ghosts catch him, and then slowly entangle it, and finally take away his body.

Of course, this sacrifice is a living person, for us, this is just a legend to scare children, but for some reason, the boss suddenly became interested, and he dared us to bet that there are no ghosts in this world at all, everything is just human ignorance.

His idea was quickly followed by the third and fourth children, and of the four, I was the only one who objected.

Because I know very well that Changlong Mountain is an extremely evil place, it is said that in the Republic of China, it was a place specially used to shoot death row prisoners, and there were many dead bodies buried in the ground, and over time, it became a well-known murderous place.

Even today, many people are dying in it. Accidentally falling into a cliff and drowning in the river, there have been various accidents almost every year since I became sensible. So at first I was firmly against it, but at their instigation, I began to waver a little, on the one hand, I also wanted to see if the legend was true or false, on the other hand, there were five of us, and they all said that men were yang, not to mention bullies like us! Even if there are really ghosts, I don't dare to come out.

And just like that, I made the worst decision of my life.

I don't know, it's just such an ordinary promise, but it puts us in a situation from which we will never recover.

It was a bad day, it was gloomy all the time, and the sky was gray and low like a dirty rag; Now that I think about it, it may have been a hint from God, but at that time, everyone arose, and we didn't think about it that much at all, we just wanted to verify the legend of fishing wild ghosts.