"The story? Yes, yes! To Chen Bin's surprise, as soon as the scarecrow heard the two words of the story, he immediately became happy like a child, "If you two can tell a story that I am satisfied with, then I will let you go!" ”

Is that okay?!

Chen Bin opened his mouth wide, looked at Tong Le, and almost knelt down and yelled at him, "You! It's mine! God! ”

How did he know that the scarecrow was interested in the story? This guy doesn't have the ability to predict the future, does he?

It's numb, I'm really numb.

Chen Bin thought that the two of them were going to start staging the kind of escape and chase plot in ghost movies, but he never expected that Tong Le's words would change the current situation.

It seems that I am still too normal.

Tong Le beckoned the scarecrow and Chen Bin to sit down by the oil lamp, "Come here, there is an atmosphere to sit next to the oil lamp, and storytelling still needs an atmosphere." ”

Chen Bin looked at the scarecrow in front of him, he needed to tilt his head, it was really hard to imagine that he would sit by the oil lamp and tell a story with a scarecrow who wanted to kill him just now.

The scarecrow didn't seem to mind at all, so he sat cross-legged next to the oil lamp, "If the story you tell is not good, I will hang you on the street lamp." ”

Seeing Tong Le sitting next to the oil lamp with a smile, Chen Bin swallowed his saliva and sat down with him.

Two people, a scarecrow, sat down by the oil lamp and began to prepare to tell the story.

At the same time, in the Q&A room, Jiang Ping asked Mr. Owl curiously, "I want to ask, is there a chance that they will come back alive?" ”

When Mr. Owl was asked, he turned around and replied in a gentle voice, "Judging by the strength they have shown, and your average strength...... It's not very likely that they want to come back alive. ”

"Is it so difficult...... Jiang Ping clenched his fists, "Then I have to work hard, I definitely can't be the last one." ”

Zhang Hong was still squatting and crying, Ji Xu on the side could barely support his body, the continuous pain and bleeding made him pale, "What is the probability that they will come back alive?" ”

Mr. Owl pondered for a second, "If it is the first time to enter the first round of framing and you are not familiar with the enemies inside, the probability of coming back alive should not exceed one percent." ”

"So what are you waiting for? Just start the second round, I don't have time to wait for them. Ji Xu began to urge the link to continue, because he knew very well that with his blood loss rate, if he kept waiting so headlessly, he would have to be the first to die.

"I'm sorry, that's the rule," Mr. Owl said softly, "no matter how low the odds are that they'll come back alive, the framing process will continue until complete failure is confirmed." ”

Ji Xu gritted his teeth, he didn't even dare to touch his wounds, and the blood dripped on the ground, accumulating into a small pool of blood.

Now, he can only silently pray that Tong Le and Chen Bin can die sooner, or come back quickly, otherwise he will have to die first.

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"What story do you want to hear?" The first question Tong Le asked was about the preferences of the scarecrow, "We have a lot of stories here, including love stories, horror stories, and stories after the rain. ”

Chen Bin tilted his body, "The last story doesn't seem right, right?" ”

The scarecrow waved his hand, and an untied straw was forced on Chen Bin's face, "The first story, I want to hear your story." ”

Chen Bin rubbed his flushed face and replied inarticulately, "Where do we have a story?" ”

"Where?" The scarecrow looked at Chen Bin, "I look at your face, it's full of stories." ”

I don't know why, Chen Bin inexplicably has a feeling of being insulted.

Pointing at Chen Bin, the scarecrow suddenly came to his senses, "The first story will be told by you!" I want to hear your story, the more interesting the better! ”

was first named by Tong Le to enter the framing link, and then was slapped inexplicably by a straw, and now he has to tell a story of his own?

Chen Bin feels more and more that he has been very unlucky recently, and the sky is going to kill me!

"My story ......," Chen Bin grabbed his head, "You let me think about it, it seems that there is really a story to be told." ”

The scarecrow chick nodded like a peck at rice.

There is no way, the matter has come to this point, Chen Bin can only bite the bullet and start telling his own story.

"This story is a true story that I experienced in high school."

Tong Le suddenly interjected, "High school? Then you'll have to make it up in detail. ”

Chen Bin pushed him, "Don't care!" In short, this is what we experienced during the vacation of the second and third years of high school, when we were facing the critical time of the college entrance examination, and we were forced to participate in the training camp, but to put it bluntly, it was to start school early.

"The first night I came to school, it was Sunday, I didn't hand in my phone, and at 12 a.m., I received a text message."

He vividly described the events in his memory, and from time to time added body language, which seemed to be infectious, "I opened the text message, but found that the sender of the text message was not marked with a number, but a name was written, called ...... Hi Miss

I looked at the contents of the letter, but there was a lot of gibberish inside, faintly patchworked, and I seemed to see three familiar words in the pile of gibberish.

"Help me."

Chen Bin posed as if he was hiding in the quilt at night and playing with his mobile phone, his eyes were solemn, "I thought it was a prank, and I didn't care, but the next day, I told my classmates about my experience at night, but their faces changed greatly."

"They told me that this is one of the eight curses we have here, a text message called Miss Xi.

"I've never heard of such a curse, so I asked them curiously."

The scarecrow nodded, "Eight curses? And this wonderful thing......"

Tong Le added an inopportune sentence, "The so-called eight curses are all rumors, what inexplicable extra human sculptures, they are all security guards with presbyopia, seeing things and ghosting; The sound of the piano in the piano room is better explained, have you seen the cat and the mouse? As for the shouting in the principal's room......"

"Don't bother!" The scarecrow glared at him, "This is the pivotal time in the story. ”

Tong Le spread his hands.

"Then I'll go on," Chen Bin retracted his attention and continued to make up ...... No, tell the story of what I have experienced," they told me that Miss Xi is a resentful spirit entrenched here, and every year a random person is selected to be taken away by it, and we commonly call this kind of behavior death. ”

The scarecrow nodded earnestly.

"They told me that Miss Xi's text message would come every night and wait until the person received the fourth text message......

"That person will die without warning."