Everything was like a fantasy, and this little girl laughed and sang strange songs...... She appeared suddenly in this way at such a time, and no footsteps were heard until she saw her back.

As the faint echo of the song faded away, she appeared and disappeared like a gust of wind, leaving no trace behind.

Lu Qian froze in place for a long time, until the girl completely ran into the shadow of the house and disappeared, then her legs weakened and she almost fell to her knees.

In the end, I forgot to pick up my mobile phone, and I ran to the corridor of the house where I lived in horror.

She didn't even know how she got up, she didn't know how scrambling she seemed to get the key to open the door, and in short, her mind was empty for a short period of time.

After entering the house, he didn't even take off his coat, and turned on all the lights in the house, even the lights in the kitchen and toilet.

Neither sitting, nor standing, but she was terrified to death when she was alone in a quiet room.

It's not just that the scene downstairs just now was too frightening to her, but there were auditory hallucinations, Lu Qian was still vaguely echoing the ballad that the girl sang in her mind.

Even though it was a child's voice that was not yet articulate, and it was only a short segment, as long as it was recalled slightly, it was like exploding in the head.

"Bloody~~A red thread to make a flower dress~~Don't move and wait for the dawn~~...... "Heheheha" just kept repeating, repeating, occasionally mixed with the girl's trademark playfulness.

Lu Qian turned on all the old TVs and computers, and specially put up a more lively video...... However, now she seems to have been brainwashed, no matter how noisy the other sounds are, they can't completely cover up the repetition of the ballad, as if it is deep in her heart, lingering......

Until more than seven o'clock the next morning, another girl who worked in an Internet café with Lu Qian and lived with her had just finished a night's work, and dragged her tired body back home.

"I'm back...... Hey? What kind of fame? Why do you turn on so many lights? And the TV isn't turned off..."The roommate noticed the scene at home as soon as he entered the door.

Forget it just like this, she saw Lu Qian sitting on the old leather sofa with her head down, her hair was fluffy, her face was pale, her eyes were black as if she was seriously ill, and her lips were dry.

Even his coat and leather boots were taken off, wrapped in a blanket and facing the TV in a daze, his eyes glazed and empty, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Wow? What's wrong with you? It can't be that you haven't slept all night, right? Gee... Look at you like this, how dare you stay up late? It's going to be your class at one o'clock in the afternoon, what's going on? Her roommate was also taken aback by her appearance, put down her purse, took off her scarf, and hurried to turn off all the lights in the room, "Hey... You stay up all night, and you still have so many lights on... Ouch, why are you turning on the light in my room? Are you going to marry into a wealthy family tomorrow? ”

Her roommate is also a big grinning person, and she is very helpless to see this picture at home, and her mouth keeps chattering.

After turning off the lights, she walked in front of Lu Qian and shook her hand, "Uh... Your face is so bad, isn't it uncomfortable? Got a cold? ”

Lu Qian was still staring at the TV screen blankly, she didn't turn her head, her lips moved slightly, because she hadn't slept all night, her voice seemed very hoarse, and her nasal voice was also heavy.

"I ...... after work yesterday" At that moment, Lu Qian told her roommate about what she encountered last night in a very light and slow tone, although her eyes were ethereal and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations, but she described it very clearly, and no details were missed.

The more her roommate listened, the more furious she became, Lu Qian was not a girl who was good at lying, since she said it so carefully, it must be true, and she was in such a state that she couldn't pretend at all.

Fortunately, only Lu Qian had seen these last night, and although her roommate listened very carefully, she couldn't understand the sense of fear that seemed to suffocate at that time.

And Lu Qian definitely didn't sleep all night, and she couldn't tell what she was afraid of when she was at home this night, and she didn't pick up her mobile phone, so she couldn't notify her roommate immediately.

"You... You don't need to be scared of that kind of virtue, maybe... Maybe it's just whose kids are out for a stroll at night? You didn't pay attention at the time, so you thought she appeared out of nowhere... Ah! Where are there ghosts in this world? Isn't it good now? Good, don't think nonsense, go to sleep for a while, I'll take a hot shower first, and then help you ask the boss for leave, you can rest at home today......" This roommate is also very kind-hearted, but although she is comforting Lu Qian, it is not difficult to hear that her tone is also a little scared.

After a little more reassurance, the roommate changed his clothes and went to the toilet to take a shower.

Lu Qian was left alone in the living room, her slightly reddish eyes were staring ahead all the time, not really watching TV, just in a simple daze.

hiss~~ After waiting for the sound of bathing water in the toilet, Lu Qian finally shook her body slightly, moved her stiff body, stretched out her hands covered in the blanket, pinched the red thread head in one hand, and held the embroidery needle in the other.

The chapped lips hummed softly and the ballad was bloody ~ bloody ~~~ A red thread made a flower dress, and the girl was ignored at home ~~~"

Her voice was too hoarse, as muffled as a dream.

But when she started singing, not only Lu Qian's own voice, but also an almost synchronized, more erratic girl's voice sounded overlappingly.

She didn't even use her eyes to look closely, she easily threaded the red thread into the tiny eye of the needle, and then stretched it long.

Behind her, on the glass window in the upper part of the door of the room, the shadow of a little girl in a red dress was reflected, and the light made her figure appear a little distorted, and it was not a mirror, so her face was still not clear.

Her roommate took a hot shower for nearly twenty minutes or so, and came out of the toilet in her pajamas and cotton slippers, but when she returned to the living room, the towel she used to wipe her hair fell off her hand.

Lu Qian spread her arms and leaned on the sofa, her unkempt hair hanging back, facing the sky on her back.

The eyelids and mouth of both eyes are densely sewn with red silk threads, and even the cheeks, forehead, and chin are also stitched horizontally and vertically, irregularly.

Blood flowed down her neck on the couch like tiny red worms emerging from all over her face, winding and winding, completely unrecognizable.

……

This is the urban horror story that was once all the rage in the city of New York since about six or seven years ago.

Maybe the later versions are different, but that's pretty much it.

This story can be told by many people, one is because it is clearly stated that it happened in the city of Xinzhou, the name of the place is obvious, and the details are also very clear.

Of course, even if such incidents do occur, they are not officially circulated.

At that time, there were two kinds of online discussions, the first of which was such infinitely real ghost stories.

The other kept retorting, saying that it was all made up by the roommate, who killed the girl named Lu Qian, and then made up this absurd thing.

Some say that the roommate was later arrested by the police, and some say that she was later mentally disturbed and admitted to a mental hospital...... There are different opinions, and there is no certainty.

Anyway, speaking of which, this is nothing more than the conjecture and discussion of a group of netizens after seeing the post.

What is the truth? Or rather, is there such a thing... Not verifiable.

Qi Yan and the others also followed the coaxing after hearing this story at that time, but then they slowly forgot about it.

It's just a ghost story I heard in my dorm room when I was in college, no matter how true it is, who will take it to heart after so long?

However, because this story about "Red Silk" was really impressive, after Dong Ye reminded him a little, Qi Yan gradually remembered something.