After taking pictures, I walked around, then returned to the neighborhood of the village and bought a few drinks at a kiosk. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The place here is remote, and the commissary is naturally very simple, at most about ten square meters, and even the small supermarket in the Heavenly Master's Mansion is much more magnificent than it, and there are many things.

We took the photo and looked at it, commenting on how good the photo of the water was taken, and who took it badly.

The sky was gradually over, and the sunset on the horizon hung beautifully, and I forgot my troubles for a while.

Back at the inn, there was a rhythmic knocking sound in the kitchen, and when I walked in, it turned out that Boss Xu was chopping meat pieces on a large cutting board.

When he saw us, he smiled and said, "You're tired of playing in the afternoon, your stomach should be hungry, you guys take a little rest, and the meal will be ready in a while." ”

We hurriedly thanked him.

The dinner was very hearty, and after eating, everyone was still resting in the living room, and Boss Xu proposed to continue telling ghost stories tonight.

I was a little hesitant, but everyone said yes, but they were silent.

Tonight it was my turn to start talking, and after taking a sip of tea, I remembered what happened last night, and turned into a ghost story about the toilet at night.

Actually, this is not a story, but a real story that happened to one of my cousins.

My cousin's name is Li Guoming, and because his college entrance examination results are not satisfactory, his parents contacted him with a private university.

The school was located on the back of a barren hill on the outskirts of Nanjing. The mountains are green, with the occasional hint of blood red. Due to the close proximity to the dormitory, there is always a faint fragrance of flowers wafting into the window. For some reason, such a beautiful mountain is always so quiet, as if it is dead.

After reporting for duty, he was assigned to dormitory 414 in the boys' dormitory. There are three others in the same room: Xie Xuanang from Nanjing, Ren Guodong from Xuzhou, and Ke Yijia, a fellow from Hangzhou.

The whole building is very large, six storeys high. The building, which could accommodate more than 400 people, was inhabited by less than a quarter of the population. At night, it can't help but be a little too quiet.

Fortunately, the dormitory room is quite spacious, but what is unpleasant is that when you open the window, you will face the northern part of the mountain, which always makes people feel a slight chill.

During the National Day in the first semester of the school, because of the seven-day long holiday, most of the dormitory students went home to visit their relatives, leaving only a few of them who were too far away from home to stay.

Although Xie Xuanang was a local, he didn't leave, because he fell out with his family, so he didn't go home.

For four days in a row, the dormitory was quite lively, after playing cards for a day, everyone was still very excited after the lights went out, and then they lay on the bed and chatted all over the world, until the deep sleepiness slowly hit.

Suddenly, Xie Xuanang, who was on the top bunk of Guoming, turned over and sat up, and said evilly: "Don't run around at night in the future." ”

Everyone was busy asking why.

He lowered his voice and said, "You people from other places don't know anything about here. You know, there's a 'mass grave' on that hill outside the window? ”

"Mass graves?" Ke Yijiaqi said: "What's the matter? ”

Xie Xuanang lit a cigarette, took a few puffs hard, and said after a while: "It's not the sin made by the **** little Japan back then, after the Nanjing Massacre, tens of thousands of corpses were buried there." So many people have been unjustly killed, and the yin qi is extremely heavy! ”

Guoming turned sideways and looked out the window, the back of the back mountain was really gloomy, and there were one or two inexplicable whimperes from time to time. He pulled up the quilt and covered most of his face, and scolded: "You kid is sick, it's scary to tell this kind of ghost story in the middle of the night!" ”

Xie Xuan said hurriedly: "Why are you telling a story?" What I'm saying is true! I heard that some students saw ...... a few days ago."

Before the words fell, Ren Guodong said: "I'm a materialist, I don't believe you!" After that, I really fell asleep. Ke Yijia and Xie Xuanang muttered a few words and fell asleep.

The dull snoring made him even more upset.

In this way, Guoming stayed up in fear until midnight.

Maybe it was because he drank too many drinks before bedtime, and he suddenly wanted to go to the toilet.

After getting out of bed, he remembered Xie Xuanang's terrifying description and hesitated, but the strong urge to urinate made him unable to hold it anymore.

He pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway.

When I looked up at my watch, it was already half past twelve.

The corridor was quiet, and the long hallway seemed to have no end in the dim light.

"Kick ...... Kicking ......" Only the sound of his own leather shoes mopping the floor echoed in his ears, filling the silent space.

On autumn nights, the temperature drops a lot. He wrapped his upper body tightly, but he always felt a cold coat "fluttering" to the back of his neck.

"Damn it!" He scolded in his heart, "Why did you build the boys' toilets on the first, third, and fifth floors? I couldn't go to the toilet in the middle of the night. ”

"Hey, why is it so quiet today? It's not half past twelve. He muttered to himself, feeling that something was not quite right. These days, students who stay in school often play cards until three or four o'clock in the morning, why is it so quiet today? Forget it, don't want it anymore.

Pass the corner of the third floor. A faint fragrance came to my nose, I sniffed, and suddenly remembered the back mountain......

Suddenly! In that moment! He heard a voice in the hallway, miserable and euphemistic, slowly approaching—what was that? My heart was beating to my throat.

Could it be ......

He muttered in his heart: "Sisters-in-law, sisters, brothers, uncles, it was a little Japan raised by a son of a dog who killed you, and it has nothing to do with me." Don't come to me......"

In the end, even he couldn't hear what he was saying, he just felt that his back was cold, and his sweaty shirt was clinging to the flesh, which was cold, adding to the chill.

The sound is getting closer......

It's like you've come behind you.

He gritted his teeth and jerked around.

Nothing! It turned out to be a psychological effect.

He smiled and wiped the sweat from his head and continued walking.

The corridor on the third floor was quieter, and the sound of rushing water from the toilet could be heard in the distance. It's so late, who's still there doing what? But no matter what, I finally have a companion.

He was bold and walked to the toilet in three steps and two steps.

Suddenly, something was mixed under my feet. When I looked down, I saw a small chair that was used to secure the toilet door in case it closed on its own when the wind blew it.

He didn't have time to hold up the chair, so he rushed into the toilet.

After passing the sink, there was half a figure, and the faucet was not turned off properly, so I turned it off.

After finishing in a hurry, he let out a long breath of comfort, leisurely went to the sink, and turned on the faucet.

"Look at yourself and scare yourself." Looking at the pale face without any trace of blood in the big mirror above the dragon's head, Guoming couldn't help but laugh at himself.

However, the moment he gently swept back a strand of sweaty hair on his forehead and reached for the soap dish, the whole person froze, letting the water from the faucet rush to his hand. (To be continued.) )