I picked up my phone to answer the phone, and one of my two colleagues called, and the guy gasped and urged me to hurry down and leave together. Towards the return of the Republic of 1884

"Where, hurry up, it's scared to death." The colleague shouted on the phone in a hurry, "I don't know how to get it, Honglian's body has been stripped of a layer of skin, and the flesh and blood are blurred." The people in the morgue couldn't explain what was going on, and it was all messed up underneath. ”

I hung up the phone with a blank face, stared at the phone, and continued to watch the news, in a daze. In the news footage, my roommate yelled, "I admit to killing her, but I really didn't pick her skin, I really didn't do it." ”

But there is no basis for the words, Wang Yanqiu's bloody body has been turned out from under the bed by the police.

Seeing that, the roommate collapsed.

His face yelled at the camera, heartbreaking, distorted.

I don't know exactly what happened, but the series of blows left me a little distracted and my mind in a mess. Gradually, great fear struck. I gasped for breath and suddenly woke up, I stood up and ran quickly in the direction of the elevator. All I knew I had to get out of here was quickly.

Anyway, I just want to escape, but I don't know what to run away from and where to flee.

Unexpectedly, the girl in the back followed me up, and when we sat in the elevator, the girl pursed her lips and smiled at me. With such a smile, she got closer and closer, and finally her whole body was attached to me.

She's not going to put on an "elevator door" thing in the elevator with me. When I was so scared, how could I still have that hobby and interest, so I pushed her out, but she was quite persistent, pushed away and leaned back. During this tugging, I noticed that the girl seemed to have a birthmark on her arm.

It's not a birthmark, it's a cyan number mark. Mrs. Beggar vs Funny

I suddenly remembered, and my scalp tingled. Every dead body in the morgue seems to have such a number on its arm.

This woman can't be a corpse in the morgue downstairs.

In that environment, so many strange things happened one after another, and I was terrified of my own thoughts. I resisted as hard as I could, shouting for help.

The young girl saw that I was out of shape, and she also tore her skin and became careless, and her eyes stared at me in a daze, and there was that strange smile on her face.

"I'm going to have a baby with you, I'm going to have a baby with you......" he smiled weirdly, and his mouth began to babble nonsense.

She had almost stripped herself off, and rushed up to untie my wide clothes again, like a madman. Her strength was so great that she didn't look like a weak woman at all, and she couldn't move at all when she pressed me a big man.

Realizing that this unknown thing is about to be killed, and you can't resist at all, the anxiety and fear in your heart can be imagined.

Fortunately, the elevator stopped suddenly, and at this time someone came in again.

Several people, old and young, were stunned when they saw the vivid picture when the elevator opened.

I didn't bother to explain to them, what was actually happening was far beyond what they could have imagined. But thanks to the appearance of these people, I was able to escape from the elevator with a cold breath.

I didn't dare to take the elevator anymore, so I simply went to climb the stairs.

Along the way, we were terrified, panting and running down to meet up with two other colleagues, and then we all escaped from the hospital in embarrassment. ♀ The wife is the best

On the way back, the colleague who drove told me about the tragic appearance of the red lotus, and boasted a lot. After all, they were far away from the hospital, and they seemed to have come out of the terrifying feeling just now, saying how lucky I was that I hadn't seen the red lotus with their own eyes.

I was already upset, and I made them even more annoyed, so I thought I would see the corpse, and I said that I had also seen the ghost of the red lotus.

As soon as I was excited, I was completely bald from all the experiences I had had over the past few days, including being entangled in a ghost elevator by a young girl when I was just in the hospital.

It's okay now, it's really quiet, and the whole girl is shut up.

The car was still running forward, but the atmosphere in the car was indescribably weird.

"Brother, you should have made it up, right?" The colleague who was driving finally couldn't hold back and asked me.

I ignored him.

The two of them realized that I wasn't joking, and unconsciously began to distance themselves from me.

"Brother, I advise you to go to the Jinshan Temple on the outskirts of the city, and let the monks there show you." Another colleague said apprehensively.

I don't like the way they look at me, it's like I'm a ghost. However, there is nothing wrong with going to Jinshan Temple.

So I asked them to park their cars on the side of the road.

I asked them to help me take a few days off. The two boys were happy, probably because they were afraid that I would bring disaster to the two of them, and they wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible.

I didn't go back to the company, so I just went directly to Jinshan Temple. I didn't go back home, so I set off directly, anyway, something happened to the house I rented, and I didn't dare to go back.

Sitting on the bus to the outskirts of the city, I calmed down and began to sort out everything that had happened in the past few days.

One thing they all have in common is that these female ghosts want to sleep with me. Especially the female ghost in the elevator, what does it mean to be yelling for me to give birth?

Everything has a reason, and if everything that happened is not a coincidence, then it is most likely related to my background.

And I suddenly thought of something, maybe there is a connection between them.

Let's start with my weird family background.

I have a grandmother who has always lived alone in a small mountain village. My grandmother is actually not my own grandmother, my mother is an orphan girl, and she was raised by my grandmother since she was a child. When my mother was a child, she was called a ghost daughter by the locals, a bit like Ying Ning in Liaozhai, the daughter who was raised by ghosts, lonely and miserable, until she grew up and married her father in the same village.

But I've always felt that my grandma wasn't a ghost.

When I was a child, I heard that kind of rumor and asked her, and she said that she was not a ghost and told me not to listen to people's nonsense. And I also compared, according to the kind of rumors about ghosts in the world, ghosts can't come out in the daytime, ghosts have no shadows, when I look in the mirror, there is no one in it, or the shadows of the people in the mirror are very weird, my grandmother doesn't fit that situation.

Later, when I was a little older, I asked my mother about the rumors about my grandmother.

My mom is a superstitious person, according to my mom, her situation is not the same as the situation in Liaozhai, she is called a ghost daughter completely because of my grandma's other identity.

About my grandmother, the local people actually have another theory, my mother agrees with this statement, they all say that she is a yin woman. It is a person who can walk through yin and yang and assist ghosts in doing things.

Why is it that these things may be connected in some way?

When I was little, a strange thing happened. I was ** years old at that time, and after the summer vacation, I went back to the small mountain village to play.

Throughout the summer vacation, every few days, every three watches in the middle of the night, my grandmother would bring a strange woman home to play with me. Now that I think about it, those women were quite beautiful, well-dressed, and sometimes wore red hijabs. However, at that age, the main interest of a boy is not at all about women.

I asked my grandmother what it was for. Why do you always let me see these women?

She said, "I'm giving my daughter-in-law."

I actually made her quite impatient, especially in the middle of the night, when she was the most sleepy, but forced me to get up and meet some strangers. And they have to pull me to light incense and bow down, and make some inexplicable rituals.

Anyway, my grandmother coaxed me to meet one after another, until one day she suddenly stopped letting me see those people.

A few days later, I asked her why she didn't let me meet the big sisters. The answer I got was that she had already chosen a daughter-in-law for me, and she had arranged it, saying that she would have a round house when I grew up. I remember very clearly that she was very happy at that time, her face was full of smiles, and the wrinkles on her face were piled up into bun folds.

After a long time, I gradually forgot about it. Or rather, don't care.

But in reality, these strange things happened, and I had to make associations, and when I thought of the situation at that time, I felt very frightened for a while.

At that time, where did my grandmother find so many women, she was not engaged in human trafficking, she could always have inventory, and she always arranged for us to meet in the middle of the night.

Now that I think about it, those inexplicable women must have something wrong.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that there was something going on here, and I couldn't help but complain in my heart, thinking how could this little old woman treat me like this, although we don't see each other often, and there is no way to talk about feelings, but I can't talk about it, but I can't say anything about her nephew.

I began to suspect that my grandmother was haunting me with these female ghosts.

But if you say that these female ghosts are the ones she found for me in the first place, it doesn't make sense to find them now. The innocent girl I met in the hospital couldn't say that Honglian and Wang Yanqiu were both newly dead.

I don't know what is going on, but I still feel that there is a vague connection in it. The most direct way is to ask my grandma for clarification.

I don't know how she's doing now, I haven't seen her in seven or eight years.