(There is something today, so the update is late, forgive me.) ）

Wang Hongchuan lay sideways on the bed in the dormitory, staring at the screen of his mobile phone with half-squinted eyes without blinking, and his gaze drifted to his bunk from time to time, as well as the door below his feet, looking like this place was likely to be haunted.

It is not difficult to see from his expression that he is now reading a somewhat scary horror novel.

He hardly reads horror novels, but he listens a lot to ghost stories or something, after all, in college life, all kinds of strange talks about campus have always been a hot topic for a long time.

And recently he made a new friend in the department, a girl who looks and has a very good figure, which makes his blood boil.

The family is beautiful, the figure is good, and there are naturally a lot of ideas in the department to beat her, like him, who wants to have no appearance, and wants a dick without a block, not to mention that it is difficult to get acquainted with it.

Therefore, if he wants to go from just knowing each other to becoming acquainted with Cheng Dù, he must work hard to find a topic that can bring them closer.

He vaguely remembered that the girl had said in their brief casual conversation that they would always discuss some haunted things in the dormitory, and in the process everyone felt both scared and excited, and they were very curious if there were really ghosts in this world, and if so, what did they look like?

Wang Hongchuan once read an article on the Internet about the comparison of male and female personalities, and there was curiosity. The article says that women tend to be more curious than men, and they like to hold on to one thing and get to the bottom of it until they get an answer that satisfies them.

And curiosity generally has an extension of zài, and this extension is interest.

How can we shorten the distance between each other as quickly as possible?

The best way to do this is undoubtedly to find a topic that interests both parties, at least the other person, and then revolve around it.

So Wang Hongchuan thought of the topic of ghost stories, but because he usually doesn't pay much attention to this kind of thing. Therefore, the ink in the stomach is limited, and it is difficult to say that it will not have the opposite effect if it is all made up.

That's why he thought of cramming to read horror novels temporarily.

However, the first time he came into contact with this kind of horror literature, it really scared him enough, not to mention a cold sweat, at least there was a feeling of ghostly shadows, so that he had to stop and glance around after watching for a while.

It's no exaggeration to say that he had insomnia tonight.

It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, his heart was beating violently in his chest, which also brought a bit of coolness to the stuffy bedroom.

"Zhang Quan, have you slept?" Wang Hongchuan raised one leg and gently kicked the roommate on the upper bunk.

The roommate who saw the upper bunk did not respond. He stood up and sat up, and called to the man who was in front of him:

"Tian Hao?" This time he was answered by a string of slight snoring.

"Is there anything you haven't slept on?" Wang Hongchuan raised his voice a little this time, but still asked without giving up.

There were eight people living in the dormitory, but now all but him were asleep.

In other words, he had to go to the toilet on his own. After all, it's a man who doesn't dare to go to the toilet because he reads horror novels, and if he spreads it, he will be laughed to death.

He turned on his phone's flashlight and shone it towards the bedroom door. I thought that if he chose to live in a four-person room at the beginning, he wouldn't have to toss about going to the toilet.

Their bedroom was on the right-hand side of the stairs, and the toilet was at the left-hand end, a distance that made his scalp tingle just to think about.

There was a mental struggle in my heart. Wang Hongchuan's ass finally reluctantly left the bed, and at this time, he suddenly heard a series of heavy footsteps in the corridor outside the door.

Maybe it's the sound of footsteps, because it sounds rhythmic. But the voice was unusually loud, like a fat man wandering outside the bedroom door.

But the footsteps came and went away quickly, only lasting about a minute. I couldn't hear it at all.

Wang Hongchuan muttered a little in his heart, he slowly came to the door, opened the door slightly, and then looked towards the crack in the door.

He saw a figure walking swiftly past the door of the dormitory.

Wang Hongchuan was already frightened by the footsteps that had just appeared on the other side, but now he saw a figure that suddenly flashed with his own eyes, which completely aroused the fear in his heart.

He stopped thinking about going to the bathroom, hurriedly closed the door, turned around and went back to bed.

The high temperature of nearly 30 degrees Celsius did not make Wang Hongchuan feel any warmth, on the contrary, his body was already cold, and he curled up in it with the quilt on his head and did not dare to make any noise.

It was only then that he realized that he was not as bold as he imagined, on the contrary, he was even less bold than a woman.

"Hurry up and go to sleep, you won't think about anything when you fall asleep."

Wang Hongchuan hinted at himself in his heart, he tried his best to control his body to expand, and then closed his breath tightly and tried to fall asleep.

But the process lasted only a short time, and then it was interrupted by a few soft noises.

The few soft noises came from under his bunk, as if someone was kicking his bedboard, but it was absolutely impossible, because he slept on the bottom bunk, and there would be no one at all below.

"Knock Knock ......"

The sound was still there, and it wasn't actually his hallucination, there was indeed someone tapping under his bunk or kicking his bedboard.

Wang Hongchuan swallowed hard and spit, and then he mustered up one hundred and twenty points of courage, lifted the quilt and stretched his head out.

"Knock Knock ......"

As soon as he poked his head out, the sound was heard more clearly, Wang Hongchuan no longer deceived himself, he lit up the mobile phone screen, and then hung his head down tremblingly.

The light emitted on the mobile phone screen clearly illuminated the scene under the bed, which also made Wang Hongchuan's eyes widen in disbelief.

Because there was indeed a man lying underneath the bunk, nay, a headless corpse with a great axe in his hand, to be exact. It's just that it's obviously a corpse, but its feet are rhythmically lifting the bed board on it.

"Ghost ......"

Before Wang Hongchuan could scream, a cold light passed through his neck.

"Okay baby, go to bed, it's almost three o'clock, you don't have classes tomorrow."

Zhang Zhixin stared at the phone and yawned one after another, but the other end of the phone was obviously very energetic:

"Don't you want to talk to me anymore, do you hate me?"

"Of course not, I'm afraid you won't be able to get up tomorrow, and it's really bad for girls to stay up late."

"Are you sleepy?"

"Why, in fact I'm very mental, just worried about your body."

"Alright then, I'm going to bed, and you can rest early, Ann."

Seeing this news, Zhang Zhixin's hanging heart finally let go, where is there so much to talk about, Lao Tzu has long been sleepy.

Zhang Zhixin yawned again, he got off the bed, and walked out of the bedroom with his slippers.

The corridor was pitch black, with little light, and Zhang Zhixin yawned on his mobile phone and walked towards the end of the toilet, not feeling the slightest fear of the current environment.

After walking into the toilet, Zhang Zhixin found that he was not the only one here, because there was a sound of flushing water coming from a door. He smiled and ignored it, unbuttoning his pants and starting to solve his own problems.

Zipping up his pants, Zhang Zhixin was about to leave, but at this time he heard a series of knocks on the door.

"Knock knock knock ......!"

Zhang Zhixin looked at the side where the voice came out, the door was tightly closed, and the people inside were either idle or in trouble.

"Didn't bring paper to the bathroom?" Zhang Zhixin thought funny in his heart.

He walked towards the door, and then tentatively asked inside:

"Did you forget to bring paper, buddy?"

"Knock knock knock......" replied to him with a series of tapping sounds.

"Dude?"

Zhang Zhixin slowly squatted down, and then used his mobile phone to take a picture of the gap under the door, and in this photo he saw two inky black feet.

Just as he squatted down to look inside, the originally closed door suddenly opened, and then a powerful big hand suddenly stretched out from inside, and Zhang Zhixin was caught in exclamation before he could react.

Not long after, there was a "tong" sound of a human head falling to the ground. (To be continued......)