If the night cell was to be free from the sounds of snoring and farting, all that was left was the faint voice of the woman.

The sound was so penetrating that it seemed to have penetrated my soul, and I couldn't sleep peacefully.

"Grass, I don't know if it's a human or a ghost."

I rolled over, turned his head to look at me, and twisted back in melancholy.

I'm grass, this year, I'm suffering from depression, I'm so unlucky, and I'm not as negative as him.

"I said buddy." I looked at eight years and said, "You haven't heard a woman's voice again." ”

"Nope." Eight years sat bent over the bed two of me away from me, looking weird and answering my questions very directly.

"Won't it?" I stood up and sat down in front of him and said, "What a loud voice, you tell me you didn't hear it?" ”

Eight years is about my age, so I don't have any inhibitions when I speak in front of him.

Eight years gave me a strange look, then moved his ass in, deliberately keeping a distance from me before replying, "It seems like a little, but I've been here for months, and there are often cries from the building across from me." ”

Eight years' voice is very low, and in this dimly lit cell, people always feel hairy and uncomfortable when they listen to it.

"Dude, why are you always depressed." I've listened to the words for eight years, and I'm a little relieved, it seems that I'm just a little nervous, even if I'm Mr. Yin and Yang, how can I see hell often, compared to the cry, now I'm interested in the depressed character of eight years.

Who called this dark cell too boring, so bored that my ghost hunter Huang Xiaolong would care about the character of his uncle, a fellow inmate who might pass me by in the cell.

"You don't have to." Eight years' deep voice was mixed with the youth that should have belonged to his age, and it sounded a little disobedient.

"Uh......" I couldn't sleep anyway, so I had nothing to say, "Did you say that the woman who was babbling was beaten up sick?" ”

The eight-year-old boy seemed to think I was annoying, and looked at me impatiently, and then fell directly on the bed and covered his whole body with the quilt.

It seems that this kid is depressed, speaks briefly, is low, and is not even willing to communicate with others, and I don't know how he could get this disease at such a young age.

"Ahh

Suddenly, there was a loud cry from the fourth floor where we lived, and it seemed to be frightened, and it seemed to be in severe pain, but it stopped abruptly after only half of the screaming.

"I'll your second uncle." Wuji was woken up by the voice, and walked to the cell door in a bad way, shouting outside, "Who the hell is screaming, I want to explode chrysanthemums to block your stinky mouth." ”

Because Wuji has been here for more than three years, he is very familiar with many people here, and no one says anything about him when he roars.

His rough voice echoed around the fourth floor for a long time, and it took a long time before it completely disappeared.

But I think his voice is completely louder than the scream just now, and the person who didn't wake up was directly woken up by him.

These include March and September, March has been in for more than two months, and is also very familiar with Wuji, and when he woke up, he shouted: ", what's wrong with you?" ”

Indefinite walked back from the prison door, and said as he went, "I don't know which two men are solving their sexual hunger again, what the hell, woke me up." ”

"What? Brother Wu, what do you say? What hunger does two men solve? I suspected I had misheard, so I quickly asked.

"What else can be hungry, of course, sexually hungry." September turned over, looked at me with a smile and said, "I said boy, you just came, you don't know anything about here, do you think, this whole building is inhabited by men, what can't happen?" ”

I was stunned, not to mention the prison cell, a place where filth and dirt are hidden, even in the world of flowers outside the iron gate, there is no shortage of true love between men and women, and true love between women and women.

Sometimes I really don't understand, is there really true love between people of the same sex? Regardless of whether those parties understand it or not, I don't understand it anyway.

"It's really bad luck for his uncle." Wuji touched his bald head, sat back on the bed and said dissatisfiedly, "It's strange that I can still sleep because of this noise." ”

September and March also shook their heads, their faces full of unhappiness, only eight years still motionless under the covers, but I knew he was not asleep.

Just now, Wu Ji's big voice, even if he fell asleep, he should wake up.

We stared at each other in the moonlight, and after a while, March proposed, "Why don't we tell us the story of what we've seen and heard?" ”

"Grass, you child, tell me a story about Mao." It is said that he was sentenced to life because his daughter-in-law cheated, and his daughter-in-law and the cheating man were accidentally killed by him.

I have to sigh, this indefinite carelessness is really careless, two people kill together...... Anyone can tell that it really wasn't intentional, it was intentional......

But fortunately, because there is no evidence for his death, and the court did not sentence him to death when he saw that he was pitiful, this makes me think that sometimes the law is quite reasonable.

In the dimness, he couldn't see March's expression clearly, and could only identify him from the shadow, and he said mysteriously: "I'm the head of stealing things outside, and I have met a lot of strange people, don't you want to hear it?" ”

September said, "What's so nice about this, there's nothing else to say?" ”

"How about a ghost story?" I proposed.

If I want to tell other stories, I am not good at it, but if I want to tell ghost stories, I can write all the stories in a children's book, and if I really want to tell them, it will be three days and three nights.

Of course, this proposal is not to say that I really want to tell the story, but because I think the woman's voice before is too penetrating, and since the man yelled and roared, the woman's voice has been gone, which vaguely makes me feel a little uneasy.

If there really is any supernatural lore in this cell, maybe I can get something I want from the stories they tell.

Since everyone is bored, why don't I share what I see and hear? Of course, I won't tell you the truth.

"Okay!" September said, "This can be there, you see how dark it is all around, and when it comes to ghost stories, it is really emotional." ”

March agreed: "It's a good idea, I've had some strange things. ”

When Wuji heard this proposal, he seemed to be interested, and said with a big grin: "Who will speak first." ”

"Me!" March rushed to say, "I'll come." ”

We all turned our heads to look at March's dark shadow, and March stretched out his hand: "This story has to start with a bewitching woman." ”