Executive summary: It was raining heavily, and the sound of the rain drowned out the chirping of insects in the grass......... The four of them were huddled in the tent, and for a moment there was nowhere to go, and when they had nothing to do, the big man told him the real and terrible ghost stories he had heard......... However, just as he had finished telling the true ghost story, a bolt of lightning streaked across the dark night sky, and the real, even more terrible thing quietly happened, what did they see? Is it a goblin or something else that scares them...............?

Please continue to enjoy the 18th chapter of the first volume of the thrilling horror novel "The Forbidden Island".

Chapter 18: Supernatural Stories (1)

Before he finished speaking, the big man Lao Hu sneered and said, "Hmph! As far as your little, who else can you coax except for your younger siblings and Xiaoting who don't know? And you're exaggerating a bit of what you're talking about, aren't you? Besides, I asked you to tell a story, and I didn't let you tell your own personal experience, do you think this is a deeds report speech? You need to know what kind of stories are the most popular these days............ I can't grasp the point, and the white tiger is still there. ”

When the thin man heard this, he simply came to him as a 'Zhu Bajie fell the rake - don't do it', and said to the big man Lao Hu: "I don't speak well, you kid don't like to listen to it, so I don't want to talk about it yet, don't I still have you if I can't talk about it?" What do you say, sister-in-law? ”

Xinyu turned his head to the big man and said, "What Qiangzi told is actually a story............ Brother Hu, if you have anything new, tell us about it............. ”

The big man Lao Hu glanced at the three people, and said faintly: "It's not that I don't want to talk about it, you say that this black light is blind, and you are afraid that you will scare people when you say it, so it will not be good............." ”

"You mean to tell ghost stories, that's good, I like ghost stories the most, old Hu! If you have it, you can talk about it quickly, don't pretend to be orthodox with us, I think your kid is scary............ If it's scary, I'll add 10 points to you? The thin man hurriedly urged.

Xiaoting also urged the big man Lao Hu to hurry up.

The big man turned his head to look at Xinyu and asked, "Brother and sister............ Do you also enjoy listening to this type of story............? ”

Xinyu smiled at him and said: "A story is a story, if you can't be true, if you have it, you can tell it, just kill time............... ”

The big man put the semi-automatic rifle next to the bunk, picked up the military kettle, opened the lid, tilted his neck and took a sip of water, and began to tell the real people and so-called real 'ghost stories' that he knew.

"It was a summer three years ago, our neighbor Xiao Yizi who lived in the east courtyard of our house, was a very bold person, twenty-four or five years old, everyone in the neighborhood knew that this kid was not small, and he dared to walk by the cemetery alone in the middle of the night, and even once he drank too much wine, and lay on the head of the deserted grave and slept for a long time, so he never believed that there were any ghosts and gods in this world. He has a few iron buddies in society, and he often comes to his house to play mahjong and drink. One day, a buddy surnamed Wang made a bet with him after playing mahjong at his house. Li Jun (Xiao Yizi's name), everyone thinks you are bold, I don't believe it, let's make a bet, if you steal the furnace hook used to refine the dead in the crematorium tonight, then I will completely obey you. ”

Xiao Yizi glanced at this buddy surnamed Wang and said, "What good is it if I really steal the furnace hook............? ”

"If you can really steal the stove hook, how about our brothers give you 100 yuan each............ Not a lot, right? The buddy surnamed Wang said.

The rest of the group nodded in agreement.

"Do you guys count? When the time comes, you can't go back ............! Xiao Yizi asked cautiously again.

When the buddy surnamed Wang heard this, he pointed to the buddy surnamed Zhang and said: "Let Xiao Zhang be the middleman, and we will put the money in his hands, if you really steal the stove hook, you can take all the money............." After saying that, everyone really took out a hundred yuan bill and handed it to the buddy surnamed Zhang.

Looking at the hundred-yuan bills in Xiao Zhang's hand, he secretly made up his mind to steal the stove hooks from the crematorium.

That night, after drinking with a few buddies and sending them away, he slept at home, his father was not at home when he burned the boiler in the county oil company, and his mother went back to his hometown in Shandong, and he was the only one at home.

When I slept until midnight, I got up and looked at the electronic quartz clock hanging on the wall, which happened to be eleven o'clock.

I took the portable charging lamp and came to the yard, tied it to the front of the handlebar of the bicycle, adjusted the angle of the lighting, found a rope, and then locked the gate, and rode the bicycle with a little drunkenness, all the way to the crematorium in the west of the county, dozens of miles.

It was dark that night, a little windy, and there were a few sparse stars in the sky that were twinkling strangely.

He lit it with the hand-held charging light that was strapped to the handlebars.

The white and bleak white light of the portable charging light shone on the sand and gravel road, shaking with the undulations of the road, except for the portable charging light of the bicycle, the surroundings were pitch black, and occasionally a few green faint lights flashed in the wild grass, which he knew was the so-called ghost fire in the mouth of the timid people.

The crematorium covers an area of about a few acres, and there are several large houses made of red bricks in the area, and a * chimney is straight into the sky, and the bottom of this chimney is connected to a mortuary.

The morgue was eerie during the day, especially in the middle of the night.

Around the crematorium, there is a red brick wall more than two meters high, the wall is equipped with barbed wire for the anti-climb wall, and the outside of the wall grows knee-high weeds and some poplars more than ten meters high.

The graves are scattered among the weeds, and every night after the rain, there will be a few ghost fires floating here.

Ordinary people rarely dare to pass by here during the day, let alone in the middle of the night.

Xiao Yizi's courage is not small, he did not go to the main gate of the crematorium, in order to prevent being discovered by the security personnel on duty, if that is the case, the plan to steal the stove hook will be ruined, and at the same time, the few hundred yuan bills will not belong to him.

On the road about 100 meters away from the crematorium, the portable charging light was turned off, and I rode forward in the dark, fortunately I had been here some time ago, otherwise I might have fallen into the ditch by the roadside.

I came to a large wall without barbed wire, and put the car against the base of the wall.

Because it was night, and no one was here at all, at least no one alive did, so there was no need to lock the bike.

Because the wall was too high to climb, I found a few bricks in the grass and put them at the foot of the wall, stepped on the bricks and then slammed upward, put my hand on the wall, and then carefully crossed the barbed wire fence above the wall, turned over and jumped.

Since he came here last year, it was the father of a colleague in the unit who passed away, so he knows a rough idea of the situation here.

After jumping off the wall, he gently touched the direction of the house in the cremation room.

He cautiously approached the house in the cremation room, listening to the movement inside through the window.

"Suddenly ............!"

This sentence "suddenly", the big man Lao Hu deliberately aggravated his tone, so frightened that Xiaoting hurriedly grabbed Xinyu's arm, with a nervous look on her face.

The big man Lao Hu glanced at her and continued: "Suddenly there was a very slight noise behind me, and in the dead of night, there was a little bit of wind and grass, which would make people alert.

Xiao Yizi looked back and saw a pair of green and faint lights in the grass in the corner of the wall, which were staring at him like devil's eyes, and a chill hit his back.

Secretly scolded in his heart: "His grandmother's, this dead cat, let you scare Lao Tzu, I want to pick up half a brick at my feet and smash it towards the pair of green and faint lights in the grass."

In the darkness, with a "meow" cry, a big black cat with a black body suddenly jumped out of the grass, jumped on the high wall, looked back at him viciously, and then jumped over the wall and disappeared.

Xiao Yizi saw that the wild cat had run away, so she continued to figure out how to get in.

Feeling the dark, he searched for a long time, and finally found a place where he could enter.

The window was not latched in, and it was easy to open it, and jumped on it.

Xiao Yizi took advantage of the dim sky outside the house to distinguish the things and directions in the room, took out the mobile phone from her arms and pressed it on.

With the faint blue light emitted by the mobile phone screen, he walked lightly to the left side of the crematorium, near the window.

Sure enough, there were several tools of various lengths standing against the wall, among which were three large stove hooks, each as thick as an index finger.

He picked out a stove hook about three meters long and held it in his hand, turned around and walked in the direction of the open window, and threw the stove hook, which weighed about a dozen pounds, along the window.

Then he put his hands on the windowsill and was about to rush up with all his might, when suddenly............ From behind him came a miserable white flashlight of light.

"Who is it? I don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing here? An old voice suddenly came from behind him.

If it were a more timid person, he would have to faint on the spot with fright, but Xiao Yizi, this kid, is a little bolder, and he is the same as a person who has nothing to do, because in his impression, there is no such thing as demons and monsters, and everything is considered a normal thing in his eyes.

When I turned my head to look, I saw an old man with gray hair coming out of the small room in the guard room, the old man was not very tall, at most about 1.6 meters, and he could look about 70 years old.

Seeing that someone was coming, Xiao Yizi gave up the plan to go out of the window, turned around and smiled at him and said, "I'm really sorry, uncle, it's so late to disturb your old man's rest............ I'm making a bet with a few of my best buddies, and I'm going to invite you to drink when I win............ I'll borrow the stove hook first, and I'll send it back to you tomorrow night............. ”

The white-haired old man's face was yellow, without a trace of blood, and he said to him with a blue face: "Alas! ………… You young people, you like to mess around............ It's not good to take anything, but you have to take this thing............ But then again, you have to remember what you just said, don't break your trust with others, and besides, I think it's better for you to do less of this kind of sneaky things in the future, and it's better not to do ............ that is not good for others or yourself. ”

"I know uncle, I will definitely not do it again in the future, I promise this is the last time, we will see you tomorrow night............ It's okay, I'm leaving. Xiao Iko replied.

The old man, still expressionless, turned around slowly, and returned to the dark hut, and the light of the flashlight was turned off.

Xiao Yizi watched the old man enter the hut until he scolded in his heart, "Fuck! ………… How did this old man know I was here to steal the hook? I didn't make any big noise, did I? How did he know that............? ”

Then I thought, "Whatever, anyway, the thing is already in hand, let's get the stove hook back first!" I can't let these guys underestimate themselves! What's more important is those 100 yuan tickets, I can't help ............. Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel a little proud, took a few steps away from the ledge, and then sprinted, and climbed onto the ledge again.

Without much difficulty, he climbed over the wall, tied the hook of the big iron stove to his bicycle, and went back.

Even though the road was undulating, even if the lights were blind, and sometimes he could even hear some noise coming from behind, but he didn't even look at it, and just rode back vigorously.

He rode back to his house overnight, and put the hook of the big furnace used for refining the dead in his own warehouse, he did not dare to put it in the courtyard, for fear that his father would come back from work and see and scold him, and it was already more than two o'clock after he was done, so he went back to the house to wash and sleep.

At about nine o'clock the next morning, the buddies who had bet with him came to see the fun, because they never imagined that he would really steal the unlucky things from the crematorium and put them in his own home.

There was no shadow of a stove hook in the yard of his house, and the buddy surnamed Wang teased and said when he saw this: "Li Jun'er, I drank too much last night, right, delaying serious business, hehe, where is the stove hook you stole from?" Didn't you steal it, you can't take it out, we all saved 100 yuan............ ”