Zhang Meng: I don't care! I'd rather walk down than be here for a minute! This place is a haunted house, and it is a place that kills people, and if we stay any longer, we will all die."

(Zhang Meng screams hysterically)

Xiao An: Do you really want me to stay in this haunted house for another night? Maybe I'll be the next one to die! What an angel is, it's a devil at all!

Li Yu: Zhang Meng, calm down! Don't get too excited, don't pay it back. Excitement doesn't solve anything, does it? ("Li Yu grabbed her trembling shoulders,) and "Tomorrow the police will come here to investigate, and we can't let Wang Jun die in vain." Even if it's true that there is a ghost as the shopkeeper said, I'll find out! Tonight, I went to the last room on the third floor by myself.

Narrator: After listening to Li Yu's words, Zhang Meng suddenly stopped crying, and she grabbed Li Yu's clothes in horror and shouted

Zhang Meng: "You can't go!" You're going to be killed! What if something happens to you? Now it's just the three of us.

Narrator: Li Yu's face is not good-looking, I know that he is actually scared in his heart, but he is a man, and he can only face the horror at this moment. I watched Li Yu and Zhang Meng arguing there, and I didn't know where I got the courage, so I blurted out

Xiao An: "Don't make any noise, I'll go!" ”

Zhang Meng: (Li Yu) "Xiao An! (They are all stunned.) ）

Xiao An: Li Yu: You stay and take care of Zhang Meng tonight, and I'll go up. ”

Li Yu: Xiao An ......"

(I interrupt Li Yu)

Xiao An: "I know what you're going to say. In case I die, you should leave with Zhang Meng as soon as possible.

Narrator: I've never been so calm as I am now, Zhang Meng looked at me like a monster, maybe I was too calm and scared her.

Xiao An: Why is it that only Wang Jun is the only one of the four of us who died? Why did Wang Jun's head disappear as if out of thin air, and he couldn't find it anywhere? Why did the shopkeeper know about the angel and what was his relationship with her? The most important thing is, is there really a ghost in this world? I'm going to unlock the secret of this house.

Narrator: Late at night, I sat in the bloodstained room, and I could tell that no one had lived in this room for a long time. The ceilings, tables and chairs, and even the beds were covered with dust and cobwebs, and the air was filled with the smell of decay. To be emboldened, I opened the windows so that the room would not be closed. If anything, I can still escape through the window. However, if it was really a ghost, would she let me escape? I couldn't help but laugh out loud, I was so naïve. However, the moonlight shone in through the window, which added a little life to the room. The time was almost up, I looked at my watch, and I woke up at this time yesterday. Suddenly, I felt myself break out in a cold sweat, and I knew I was scared, and the room was so quiet that there was not the slightest sound, and the frightening silence made my composure disappear without a trace. My fear was not for ghosts, but for the unknown, and I had no idea what I was going to be up against. Suddenly, I felt myself break out in a cold sweat, and I knew I was scared, and the room was so quiet that there was not a single sound, and the frightening silence made my composure disappear without a trace. My fear was not for ghosts, but for the unknown, and I had no idea what I was going to be up against. Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and I instinctively shivered, and I was horrified to see that the door that had been closed had opened by itself! Something came in from outside, and I felt the blood all around me stop flowing, but I stood there, my eyes wide. It's the portrait of the girl! Float in the air and slowly move towards me! I noticed that the girl in the painting was a little different from what I saw before, yes! Her eyes, which had been closed, were now open, and she was smiling at me! Instinctively, I took a step back, the portrait stopped moving in the air, and the black tray in the painting began to drip blood, staining the girl's dress red. Even more unbelievable happened, a human head appeared in the tray! That face is clearly Wang Jun's face!! I opened my mouth wide and couldn't help screaming, but suddenly, the portrait lost gravity and fell to the floor. The angel in the painting is still with his eyes closed, praying upward, dressed in white and dressed, plain and elegant.

Xiao An: Am I dazzled?

Narrator: I rubbed my eyes desperately, and what I saw was the same painting. However, I already knew that there was indeed a ghost in this house, otherwise how could this painting, which was supposed to be on the ground floor, fly here? Thinking of this, my scalp started to go numb and my back was already wet with sweat. I have to get out of here immediately, Zhang Meng and Li Yu are still waiting for me downstairs! I rushed to the door, but I couldn't move a step as if my feet were pinned. Because there was a man standing in front of me. She stood there, her hair stray down to her chest, her white face almost transparent. She looked at me fixedly, her eyes strangely cold. There was an ugly, glaring scar on her neck, and blood was pouring out of her veins and dripping to the ground. Sure enough, it's her, the girl in the portrait! I tried to hold back the fear in my heart, and I tried to talk to her. Xiao An: "You...... Be...... Who? How could it be here. Who are you taking Di, are you a ghost or a human. Why did you kill Wang Jun.

Narrator: She was still looking at me indifferently for a long time, and a voice floated out of her throat, very low and fragile, but I could clearly hear it...... Laughter! She was laughing, and she grinned, revealing bloodshot white teeth, pale in color, her lips were particularly red, and a pair of eyes were constantly flowing blood-red liquid from the corners of her eyes. She slowly held out her hand to me...... She waved to me again...... I was almost going crazy because she held something bloody in her hand in front of me, and a foul smell came to my face less than two centimeters away. What is that? What is it? I couldn't hide, I could only look with my eyes open. Hair, eyes, nose...... It's a living human head! Brutally grasped by that female ghost! The face was distorted, but I could still recognize it...... Li Yu's face!

Angel: "Dead...... Hehe...... He is...... My ......"

Narrator: Her face leaned down to me, and the cold air made me shiver. Everything was cold, she whispered softly in my ear,"

Angel: My ...... Man...... I...... Wait...... He ......"

Ann: Don't! You can't be so cruel and cold.

Narrator: Out of nowhere, I used all my strength to push her away, and I ran out of the door desperately. I ran to the bottom floor in one go, Zhang Meng and the shopkeeper were there. I rushed over and hugged Zhang Meng, crying uncontrollably. I can't believe that a minute ago, I was still talking to ghosts. I was so scared that my heart almost stopped. When I calmed down, Zhang Meng asked anxiously

Zhang Meng: "Xiao An, what about Li Yu?" Why didn't he come down with you? ”

Xiao An: Li Yu? Isn't he down there with you,

Narrator: (I suddenly think of the scene I just had, the bloody head) ......

Ann: No, (I shake my head), this must be my hallucination, impossible! All of this is just a hallucination on my part.

Zhang Meng: What do you say happened to Li Yu? Li Yu said that he didn't worry about you going alone, and when it was almost midnight, he also went up......"

Shopkeeper: Hehe" laughs: "That gentleman, eighty percent is dead!" "Xiao An: (I shout) No!" “

Shopkeeper: Miss An, do you still want to deceive yourself? (The shopkeeper looks at me meaningfully) "You have seen what the angel has in his hand. ”

(I was stunned.) Zhang Meng shouted desperately)

Zhang Meng: "What did you see?" What 'things in the hands of angels'?

Ann: I didn't ...... I didn't ......" (I'm still denying it). Don't ask me, don't ask me, I don't know anything...... Yes......

Shopkeeper: "Really? So, what is that?

Narrator: The shopkeeper raises his hand and quickly points back. Zhang Meng and I screamed at the same time. In the closet, there were two black trays that were originally nothing, but now there are two heads in them! The flesh is blurry but shocking! It's Wang Jun and Li Yu's head! A small section of the neck that connected the head was still bleeding, and the blood spilled out of the black wall and flowed outside. Where the blood flowed, red words slowly appeared where there were no words: crying. The angel is crying. “

Shopkeeper: Fate is like this...... It can't be changed, no matter who wants to try to get rid of the shackles of fate, there is only one end, and that is to die......"

Narrator: Something flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes, and he slowly approached us and put his hand on Zhang Meng's hair...... The air in the early morning is a little sluggish, and the mountains are silent. As I walked out of the hotel's door, I saw two bodies lying under the tree, both male, without heads. They are so similar that it makes people want to laugh when they look at them. I walked over to one of the bodies and pulled the keys to the car out of his pants pocket. After two thrilling nights, I thought I should leave, I wasted a lot of brain cells to make up a poignant ghost story, so I was going to find a comfortable place to rest. When the car was halfway up the mountain, it was stopped by a policeman, and I rolled down the window to see him give a polite military salute

Police: I'm sorry, miss, can I check your driver's license? "Xiao An: Yes, (handed over my driver's license and ID card) You guys are really hard."

Narrator: I spoke casually. He smiled helplessly

Policeman: "yes, who caused the murder of the hotel on the mountain?" We are also on orders. ”

Narrator: The policemen were going up the hill to investigate the case. I'm not worried about this at all because I'm sure the owner will handle it well. After the inspection, he returned the documents to me

"Miss's name is really special, it's called An Zhen Feiya, like a foreigner's name." This pronunciation means 'angel' in English, right? ”

Narrator: I smiled at him. The policeman was very serious, he asked me to get out of the car, checked my trunk and under the seat, he pointed to the box under the seat and asked, "What's in here?" "I opened it, and inside were bundles of silk thread.

Policeman: "Oh, it's the silk,

I got back into the car. He looked at my passenger seat again:

Police: "What is this?" ”

Xiao An: It's also Tian Silk, and that box can't fit it. "I glanced at the little box,

Narrator: Speak calmly. He looked at the dense milky white thread and motioned for me to pass.

Xiao An: "Thank you for your hard work. Good bye

Narrator: I started the car and drove slowly forward. In the bump, the lid of the small box was loosened, and the inextricable strands inside began to flutter in the wind, just like Zhang Meng's long black and bright hair when he was alive. Watching my hair flutter in the wind made me feel very relieved, and I thought that the silk under the saddle should be able to sell for a good price. I lit a cigarette, and in the smoke there was a smile on my indifferent face.

Ann: Angels should smile at night. Instead of crying, hahahahahaha..................

The finale...