"Oh?" Zhang Zichen narrowed his eyes: "The letter sent by the dead, this is not good news for the living, what happened after that?" ”

"The writer's story says that that night, he was sorting out his wife's belongings and wanted to take them together for cremation so as not to see things and think about people." Ni Wan continued to speak, but her expression was a little strange.

It's obvious that the writer killed his wife with his own hands, but he still has a very longing tone, this writer is either schizophrenic, or an extremely perverted existence in his heart.

"When I was sorting out my wife's belongings, I turned out a letter, and the name of the recipient was the writer himself, and he held it in his hand, and it was stained with the ink on the letter, as if it had just been written, and the writer was very puzzled at the time, and went to confirm the security door and window, and there was no one else in the house except him."

"He didn't feel afraid, as if he didn't know how to be afraid, and muttered to himself with great interest: 'Could this be a letter from his wife?' Didn't you already chop both of her arms into pulp? How can you still write a letter? ’”

The writer calmly tore open the envelope and found that it was a horror story, saying that there was a strange community, and there was a big locust tree on the west side, and a man who had been dead for a long time hung on the tree. There are also corpses under all the shrubs and flowers in the community, and the nutrients of these plants come from this source. ”

"And in the old well in the community, there is still a female ghost, who will come out every night to see whose lights are still on, and will climb to his house."

"Even in this community, there are some people who have died, such as a small couple in room 701, who are no different from ordinary people during the day, once it is night, they will join forces to knock on the door of the neighbor's house, one person talks to the neighbor, and the other person sneaks into the other person's house, and when the neighbor closes the door and goes back, he will show a terrifying death and scare the other party to death!"

"When he saw room 701, the writer was stunned for a moment, glanced at the door of his house, and thought of his neighbor, who happened to be a dead couple.

Thinking of this, the writer hurriedly ran to the window, from his house just saw the big locust tree on the west side of the community, he stared at it for a long time, and did not find any man hanging on the tree, the writer breathed a sigh of relief, but he was just about to retract his gaze, but found that the handyman in the community was still working.

"He knew that the handyman was in charge of the sanitation of the community, pruning the trees, and so on, and some of the shrubs he took care of were particularly luxuriant, and the writer looked at it for a while, and found that the handyman had dug a man-high pit, as if to carry a tree down."

"But there were no trees around at that time, and just when the writer was puzzled, a woman came not far away, who seemed to have returned home from the night shift, probably too tired, so that the woman did not notice that a person carrying a shovel came quietly behind her, and then the writer saw a bloody scene."

"The handyman smashed the woman's head with a shovel, and then dragged her headfirst into the pit that had been dug before."

Originally, this kind of scene was nothing to a writer who had already committed several murders with his own hands, but thinking of the contents of the letter, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, and at this moment, the handyman actually glanced at him, smiled evilly, scratched his hand on his neck, and walked towards Sandong with a shovel.

"The writer was a little panicked at the time, and found out the secret of the other party, the handyman must have wanted to come up and kill him, he hurriedly ran under the bed and took out the axe he had used before, and went to the window to observe, wanting to see if the handyman had entered the three buildings, but this time he saw something more terrifying."

"There is an old abandoned well near the second building, the water in it is very deep, and a female ghost with loose hair climbed up from the well, her skin is so white that it seeps through the people, and when she looks up, she happens to look at the writer, with a strange smile on her face, and crawls towards the third building at a terrifying speed."

"The writers were stupid, I didn't expect that what was written in the letter was true, there are really ghosts in this community!"

Then he thought of one more thing, since these two were true, what about the man hanging from the tree? The writer looked at the big locust tree again, but still found no one hanging from it. ”

But at this time, his peripheral vision suddenly glanced downstairs, and the next moment, he was so frightened that his hands shook violently, because on the security window on the third floor, a middle-aged man with glasses was hanging!

"It turns out that the reason why the other party is not on the tree is because he has already come, and after the writer blinked, he was even more shocked to find that the man had reached the fourth floor again, and he was raising a hideous and miserable white face and smiling at him!"

The writer closed the window in a panic and didn't dare to look out anymore, when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door of his house, and through the cat's eye, he saw that it was actually the girl in the young couple at the door, and the other party said very politely, the water heater at home is broken, can you come and take a bath?"

"The writer's scalp was numb, and his whole body shivered, and he remembered clearly that just the night before, he had cut the other party's throat with his own hands!"

At this time, there were more knocks outside the door, the writer lay on the cat's eye, and saw that the handyman had actually arrived, and the water ghost woman was also outside the door, and what was even more terrifying was that the sound of slapping with his hands sounded by the window, and the hanging man also came up!"

"Surrounded by a group of ghosts, the writer was almost stupid, but after waiting for a while, he found that these ghosts did not force their way in, and he breathed a sigh of relief, but at this time, the writer suddenly realized that he did not seem to have finished reading the letter."

He walked over and finished reading the last paragraph of the letter, and the whole person froze in place, because the letter said that there was actually a ghost hidden in his house all along, but he had not yet discovered it, and at this time, there was really a sound of footsteps in the kitchen, and the sound of a man picking up a kitchen knife.

The writer hurriedly ran into the bedroom, closed the door tightly, and after a while, the movement outside seemed to be a little smaller, and he wanted to see if the hanged ghost outside the window had left, so he leaned on the window and looked out, just to see that the community security guard downstairs happened to patrol here, which made the man breathe a sigh of relief.

In order to call for help, he hesitated, opened the window a small opening, shouted two words of help below, and then hurriedly closed the window, fortunately the writer moved quickly, and the moment he closed the window, the white face of the hanged ghost appeared outside the window.

Then the writer waited anxiously, he didn't know if the security guard would hear his cry for help, and he didn't know if the other party would come up to save him.

After about five or six minutes, the writer suddenly heard all the ghost screams and knocks outside, all of which disappeared in an instant, and an anxious voice sounded: Is there anyone inside? Who was shouting for help just now, I have called the police, don't be afraid, are you threatened? ”

The writer could tell it was the voice of the security guard, could it be that these ghosts were scared away by the security guards? Thinking of this, he cautiously opened the bedroom door, the ghost in the room did not rush out, he was a little relieved, walked towards the door, through the cat's eye, and saw that there was only one security guard outside. ”

The writer understood that he was saved, but the ghost in the room may not have left, he quickly opened the door, asked the security guard to come in and wait for the police, the two sat on the sofa and chatted for a while, chatting and chatting, but the writer's face suddenly changed, and he found a terrible fact.

"This security guard doesn't seem to be any of the six security guards in the community."

"I let a stranger in!"

At this time, it seemed that the writer's face changed, and the security guard also smiled, and slowly pulled out a bloody knife from behind......

"After that, no one has ever seen a writer again, but everyone who has entered room 702 will receive a letter with bizarre and strange stories written on it, and the protagonist of the story, the more he looks at it, the more he looks like himself!" After Ni Wan finished speaking, she couldn't help but take a breath.

Even if you have seen all kinds of weird and terrifying things in this building.

But in the face of the writer's experience, these are nothing, surrounded by a group of ghosts, and the only savior is actually a ghost, just imagining it is terrifying.

"Hehehe.... No wonder he can become a building bully, it seems that this family's problems are not small. Zhang Zichen was a little serious.

After thinking about it, he drew two two-star character play cards again, namely [Ghost District Security] and [Human Bone Expert].

"Let's go, let's mediate this serious family dispute, the husband actually killed his wife with his own hands, and the wife designed the death of her husband, and the family is too disharmonious! But for us community workers, it's just a small challenge. ”

Ni Wan was stunned.

Is this just a small challenge?

Soon, the two went up to the seventh floor, and the doors of rooms 701 and 702 were open, which seemed to have been deserted for a long time, but the strange thing was that the lights in room 702 were still on.

The room was very clean, and the two of them walked around and made sure that there was no one in the whole house.

When they returned to the living room, they found an extra letter on the coffee table.

Zhang Zichen walked over and tore open the envelope, and read it directly: "Two guests living downstairs came to visit room 702, they found this house a little weird, but they couldn't say what was wrong, at this time, in the dark corridor, I remembered the footsteps of another uninvited guest. ”

Zhang Zichen read this, and a person's footsteps really sounded on the side of the stairs.

Zhang Zichen grinned and continued to read: "The iron tool collided with the handrail of the staircase, making a screeching sound, and the person who came seemed to be holding something in his hand. ”

Sure enough, the sound of the impact immediately sounded, as if someone was carrying a knife, tapping on the handrail of the staircase, slowly approaching.

Zhang Zichen's eyes lit up, he looked at it, and the next sentence was: A man covered in blood appeared at the door with a knife.

But instead of reading it, he thought about it for a moment and said, "Soon, there was another sound of banging his head against the wall in the corridor. ”

Hearing his words, a man with a knife in the dark corridor was stunned, but thinking of the horror of the writer, he hesitated for a moment and began to bang his head against the wall.

"Knock, knock, knock,"

The violent sound of hitting the wall is particularly harsh in the quiet corridor.

Although this is also very weird, Ni Wan on the side couldn't help but open her mouth wide and looked at Zhang Zichen in surprise.

And this kind of operation?

Soon, Zhang Zichen continued to read: "The fierce sound of hitting the wall is getting faster and louder! ”

The man in the corridor was directly stunned.

Is there such a plot?

But after hesitating, he still chose to do what was written in the letter, after all, if he didn't cooperate, he would definitely be torn to pieces by Lou Ba.

"Phew! Bang!! Bang!!! ”

Listening to the louder and louder sound of hitting the wall, Ni Wan had a toothache.

She suddenly felt that the ghost outside didn't seem to be so terrifying, and even a little pitiful, how hard it had to hit to make such a loud noise.

"Strange things began to happen in the room, and suddenly there was a sound of water in the empty bathroom." With Zhang Zichen's words, the bathroom faucet seemed to be turned on.

"In this originally empty house, there was suddenly an extra person taking a bath, but the strange thing is that she didn't seem to release the water for bathing, but to fill the bathtub after that......" The back reads: used to drown the two guests in the room.

But Zhang Zichen had an idea and continued to read: "....... After filling the bathtub, I drank it in one gulp. In the bathroom, a female ghost with a cloak heard this, and her face was full of suspicion.

God drink it!

What the hell is this plot?

But at the thought of the writer's cruelty, the female ghost showed a painful expression, still lay on the bathtub, and began to gulp water.

In the living room, Ni Wan, who saw this scene through the toilet mirror, was stunned.

Groove !!

It's a real drink!

When did the ghosts become so obedient?

In fact, what she didn't think about was that if someone else was here, when she encountered such a strange thing, everyone would definitely be scared stupid at the first time, even if she could still keep her composure, she would find a way to escape, and it was impossible to change the plot.

Only Zhang Zichen has this kind of courage and bad taste, and he tampered with the plot written by the writer here, so a group of ghosts did not have the slightest suspicion at all.

"Something even more terrifying happened again, the light in the master bedroom suddenly went out, and then..."Zhang Zichen paused, was silent for two seconds, and then said: "It's on again!" ”

In the master bedroom, a miserable-looking female ghost was about to rush out, but when she heard this, she was stunned for a moment, and then reached out and turned on the switch.

"And then...."Zhang Zichen continued in a faint voice, "The lights went out again." ”

Female Ghost: ???

The light went out again.

"The lights are on again."

Female Ghost: ..........

"The lights in the master bedroom just keep going out and on, it's weird to the extreme!"

Originally, the female ghosts wanted to rush out directly, but when they heard Zhang Zichen's words, they suddenly felt that this seemed to be really the style of a writer.

So, the lights in the master bedroom flickered wildly.

"Not only that, but in the master bedroom, there is also a woman's faint singing voice."

This time, the female ghost is completely confused, although this is indeed reasonable, but the point is that the old lady has no talent!!

She sang faintly..... The river flows eastward and digs! ”

As soon as she heard this song, the female ghost really knew how to sing a few words, she hesitated, and felt a shyness in her heart, but she still sang in an eerie voice, with the lights flickering, which was quite appropriate.

Ni Wan on the side was already stunned.

Argument operation.

It has to be you Zhang Zichen!

This is about to fool a bunch of ghosts, right?

At this time, something strange also happened in the second bedroom, and a miserable white human hand stretched out from under the bed..... "This time, Zhang Zichen didn't plan to change the plot, but his eyes lit up, and he walked over with a Tang knife.

"This hand is white and scary, faintly emitting a corpse smell, and both of them feel that this is definitely not a living person down there!" While reading the plot on the letter, Zhang Zichen quietly walked into the second bedroom, holding up the Tang knife, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked.

The female ghost under the bed seemed to have spotted the two of them, and she propped her hands on the ground and slowly moved her head out.

The next moment, the head of a woman who looked to be in her twenties was exposed, she looked at Zhang Zichen, a strange smile appeared on her pale face, as if she was about to open her mouth to be scary, and suddenly saw an exaggerated big knife slashing towards her.

"it...!!" The unspoken nonsense of the female ghost turned into these two words.

The next moment.

"Puff ....."

Her head was split straight through the middle.

"Ding, congratulations on killing a medium ghost and getting 4600 play points."

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PS: Someone told me yesterday that the ghost story I wrote scared him! These ghost stories are all materials I found on the Internet, and then adapted them, which may be a little scary, if I don't like this kind of ghost story, or don't like it too scary, I will write it less scary in the future! After all, it's not scary, but a happy laugh, which is the original intention!

Although this book is supernatural, it is mostly based on a light-hearted and funny style, and it really can't be too scary.

When I watched these ghost stories, I was also scared, so I couldn't help but want to share them with you, hahaha....!

And on the way of the protagonist fighting ghosts, wouldn't it be nice to add some of these ghost stories!

And one more important point!

200,000 words, everyone!

When I see a lot of authors with 200,000 words, the starting point has given some traffic, and I have 200,000 words.....

I really don't want to give up halfway through this book.,I don't like people who give up halfway.,I don't believe in any gods, Buddhas, and ghosts.,If you don't have popularity, you can't write well.。

But I still hope that all readers can recommend my book to relatives and friends, or their friends, Xiaobixian didn't ask you for anything, just asked for a recommendation, come on.