He was scared, but he still boiled all the cabbage into blood, what was it like? Like a corpse?

So now let's tell this story again, if the story of the deadbolt pier becomes a reality, then this story should be like this.

The biological mother of the bolt pier was replaced by the stepmother, the stepmother was very mean to the bolt pier, and the sisters lacked food and clothing on weekdays. The stepmother was afraid that the matter would be exposed, and she was also afraid of the door pier complaining, so she trapped her at home, but unfortunately she failed. Doorpier was smarter than her, and finally managed to kill her.

When the father returned home, he found that his youngest daughter had been killed at the hands of his wife, and that his eldest daughter had killed his own wife, so he chose to harbor the crime for his daughter.

Ma Chengcheng ends the story with a ghostly smile in the light of the charcoal fire.

I shuddered.

To be honest, that Gu Jing is not terrifying, but the story analyzed by Ma Chengcheng really made me feel a little numb in my scalp.

What kind of family is this? How ruthless this stepmother is.

Ma Chengcheng smiled wryly, "Are you satisfied now?" That's a good story, isn't it? ”

My cousin and cousin all nodded their heads.

I said in my heart, this is not only satisfied, but also full of coolness, and the Ma Chengcheng who came up with this thing is much more terrifying than the story itself.

It was still early before bedtime, and although we were scared to death, we still pestered Ma Chengcheng to tell her a story, and Ma Chengcheng cleared his throat, "Then since you are so interested, let's tell you something real." ”

All three of us squeezed into where Ma Chengcheng was sitting, and surrounded her in the middle.

Ma Chengcheng shared her personal experience.

Ma Chengcheng once went out to eat when he was a child, and the store was at a crossroads. She was sitting very close to the door, with her back to the door.

Ma Chengcheng, who was eating alone, unconsciously glanced at the intersection outside the door with his peripheral vision.

She saw a man.

It was a man with his back to her.

It was summer, two or three o'clock in the afternoon, I don't know why there were few cars on the road that day, the sun was very poisonous, Ma Chengcheng looked at him while eating.

The man was standing in the middle of the intersection, wearing gray long-sleeved trousers and a hard hat, and his clothes were thick, loose and loose, similar to construction clothes.

Ma Chengcheng didn't think much about it at the time, she didn't wonder why this man was dressed so thickly in the summer, she didn't wonder why the usually flowing crossroads were rarely populated today, and she didn't wonder that this person's gray clothes were more like gray gas that permeated her whole body, she just looked at it normally.

At this moment, the man seemed to sense Ma Chengcheng's gaze, and he suddenly turned his head.

After Ma Chengcheng saw him clearly, he directly forgot to chew the rice in his mouth.

The man's face was white, really white.

Because he has no facial features at all.

But Ma Chengcheng could still clearly feel that the 'person' was watching her.

They looked at each other for a long time, so long that Ma Chengcheng's eyes were a little sour, and she reacted and turned sharply to look out the door, but—

The empty crossroads were empty.

Ma Chengcheng chewed stiffly and swallowed the food in his mouth.

When you see something unclear, people's truest reaction is not to scream, nor to shout and ask the people around you if they also see something, at that time, let alone shouting, you will forget to breathe, even your heart will forget to beat. The whole person was startled, his chest was numb, the whole person trembled, and his scalp was numb.

Ma Chengcheng didn't scream, she didn't tell anyone else, she finished her meal absentmindedly, and only when she crossed the street to go home did she feel a cold sweat.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Ma Chengcheng smiled and continued: "Actually, I'm nothing, let me tell you a story that happened to my grandfather." ”

We nodded our heads.

My grandfather worked in a factory when he was younger, and he was assigned to a staff dormitory.

At that time, the staff dormitories were basically very tight, but for some reason, my grandfather went to work in that factory, and he immediately encountered an empty dormitory, and it was a single room.

He happily moved in.

I feel very comfortable living in a single room, but I don't know why I hear someone knocking on the window in the middle of the night every day.

Knock knock.

Grandpa was woken up several times.

The dormitory is not on the ground floor.

But at that time, the window of the adjacent dormitory was very close, and as long as the neighbor leaned out, he could take a picture of his window, thinking that maybe the co-worker was playing a prank, so my grandfather never took it to heart.

It wasn't until later that my grandfather learned something.

That dormitory, there were deaths.

The man died of gas poisoning.

The sound of patting the window every night is clear.

But in the end, my grandfather chose to live there.

No way, if you don't live here, the factory won't arrange a new dormitory, besides, except for the window, there have been no other problems with the house, my grandfather was a young man with strong blood at that time, where do you know how to write the words that are afraid.

Sparks burst out of the charcoal fire, Ma Chengcheng stood up and patted his pants, "Okay, that's all for today, and I'll tell you about it tomorrow." ”

My cousin and I are both cowards, and when we saw her get up, we hurriedly shouted and waited for us.

Ma Chengcheng laughed, "You are too cowardly, I won't tell you ghost stories tomorrow, I'll tell you the real Gu Jing." ”

I was scared and wanted to hear it, so I asked, "What exactly do you want to talk about?" ”

Ma Chengcheng stretched his waist and yawned, "I'll tell you about the snake ratio, how about it?" ”

"What is a snake ratio?" I'm interested.

"You'll find out tomorrow." Ma Chengcheng entered the house with a smile.

The charcoal fire flickered and flickered in the dark night.

Early the next morning, I squatted on the edge of the dojo and brushed my teeth, still wondering in my heart about the height of the snake that Ma Cheng had said.

I still remember when I was a child, I smashed a snake, and then a meter-long snake stood up to look at me, this should be what Ma Chengcheng said about the snake than Gao, so why did she say that the snake is the real Gu Jing? The snake is taller and sounds like a very evil thing, but after all, it's animal predation, and the black mamba in Africa can still run straight around, what's so strange about that.

It's like the older generation always said that what spirits and ghosts, in the final analysis, this is all feudal superstition, so if there are really so many ghosts in this world, why haven't I ever encountered them? I don't believe in gods and ghosts, and when I was a child, I was beaten more than once because I passed by the old man's temple and talked nonsense, so I really didn't have a good impression of ghosts and gods.

At noon, when we went to visit the door and walked through a small road, Ma Chengcheng suddenly pointed to a place and asked me if I knew what it was.