Li Yun's shock quickly turned to fear.

The entire A4 sheet was spit out by the printer. She saw the blank essay box at the back of the essay, and the annotations left in red pen on it:

"On October 12, 2018, you died."

The printer stopped working, and the piece of paper lay quietly on the table.

Li Yun's body trembled.

She remembers that the original essay was followed by the comments of the Chinese teacher. The teacher praised her ideals, reminded her of the difficulties she had to face to become a soldier, and finally encouraged her and wished her success...... In that Chinese class, she was not praised as a model, but was praised for the most detailed plan. But she was overjoyed, and she made up her mind and put it into practice......

But now, the review has become a curse.

That's the date, it's still today!

Li Yun soon made a new discovery.

That line of bright red words, that handwriting, is clearly your own!

It's the handwriting that you have now!

It's like the line she wrote in Uncle Li's plan today......

Li Yun was even more frightened.

She stepped back, looking at the thin page, like she was looking at a monster that just eats people.

Or rather, ghosts are more appropriate.

That piece of paper began to change.

The content that was originally black is impregnated with red. The color was like blood, like the paper was bleeding, and the blood even stained the table.

Li Yun's life plan written down in his childhood was covered in blood. As of the age of thirty-five...... Before the age of thirty-five, new words appeared on those black words. The red letters covered her childhood composition in her current handwriting.

Li Yun stopped, only glanced at it, and saw the words "discharged", "changed name", and "went to other places".

Her original life plan had long since proven to be a failure. Now, it's just that someone has corrected the essay.

But the last comment, which seemed to be written by her own hand, overturned Li Yun's thoughts.

It wasn't the composition that was revised, it seemed, it was her life.

Li Yun had such a thought in his mind.

The thought hung over her.

She let out a scream, turned her head, and rushed out of the study.

She wanted to escape, as far away as possible.

It's like she's running away from her family, running away from her hometown......

Li Yun's footsteps were stopped by the ringing bell.

The Huawei phone she threw on the sofa turned on at some point, and a message popped up.

On the standby interface, the notification of adding friends on WeChat is listed in the center.

The friend who was added has a display name of "Jiang Longchang".

It's an unfamiliar name.

But the phone suddenly turned on and suddenly worked, which made Li Yun subconsciously want to grab the phone.

This is the habit of almost all modern people. With a mobile phone with internet access, you don't have to worry about anything. On the other hand, even if you are in the middle of a crowd, it is like standing on an isolated island surrounded by the sea, and it is difficult to feel safe.

Li Yun wants to call the police, or call someone he knows, anyone.

Her outstretched hand stopped above the phone.

There was a flash of lightning and thunder in her head, which made her jump in shock.

She remembered the name!

Jiang Longchang!

Uncle Li's friend!

Uncle Li died...... Friend......

Uncle Li burned paper for him, and after Uncle Li burned the paper for him, he rushed out and hit himself, while he was crushed under the tire by the car......

The things I experienced that night, as well as the various news I heard that day and night, are all connected at this moment.

It's Jiang Longchang...... It's this Jiang Longchang......

He's coming now...... You're going to kill yourself......

Li Yun almost burst into tears.

She glanced at the study.

Tick......

Blood was already running down the A4 paper.

She looked at her phone again, and the standby screen was still on.

Li Yun remembered Uncle Li's mobile phone that Aunt Li and they were looking for during the day.

This Huawei is not the driver's mobile phone, it is Uncle Li's......

The picture on the phone screen suddenly changed.

Someone called in.

The avatar is the default outline of a human head, and the caller ID is a string of numbers.

It's just that the number is longer than ordinary landlines and mobile phone numbers. It's like a normal mobile phone number, followed by a string of zeros......

Li Yun was stimulated by the sound and image, and finally remembered what he wanted to do just now.

Frightened, she ran to the door and pulled it open.

Behind him, the phone's ringtone was interrupted.

Li Yun saw two strange men standing at the door of the opposite house.

They heard the movement and turned around, revealing the metal tool they were inserting in the keyhole.

Li Yun's mind went blank, and he opened his mouth to ask for help from the person he suddenly saw.

She's got a ghost.

She's being hunted by ghosts.

She's probably going to die......

The words she wanted to say came to her lips, but she didn't have a chance to say them.

The two men frowned, almost without hesitation, and one of them, who was taller and burly, rushed forward and directly pressed Li Yun's mouth with his big hand.

Li Yun's eyes widened, and he was thrown to the ground by the man's tremendous force.

The man straddled her body neatly, dragging her head and hands from behind her.

Her mouth was covered all the time, and she could only let out a muffled scream.

The other man quickly put away the two metal filaments inserted in the keyhole of the opposite door, and also walked towards Li Yun. He grabbed Li Yun's feet and, together with his accomplices, carried Li Yun into the house. With a hook of his foot, he closed the door.

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Strange Stories:

Netizen contributions: My classmate was cursed to death.

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[Strange talker, I want to contribute, tell me about what happened recently.

I recently passed away from a high school classmate. He had a heart attack, he had been diagnosed and was awaiting surgery, but he suddenly fell ill in the hospital, couldn't be saved, and died.

This is not a place of horror.

The horror is what happened before that.

When we were in our third year of high school, the school psychology teacher who gave us psychological counseling asked us to write a future life plan, such as which school to go to for the college entrance examination, what major to study, what job we want to do in the future, as well as getting married and having children, traveling around the world, and so on. Everyone in the grade received a matching letter and envelope, and everyone wrote their future dreams on the stationery, wrote their own receiving address on the envelope, and handed it to the teacher. The teacher will shuffle all the letters, and only give the letter to a random student in one grade and ask them to write some words of blessing. After the college entrance examination, the school will send these letters uniformly, and everyone will receive their own letters before and after the college entrance examination results come out.

That's how it should be. We don't know who each other is, but the classmates who have been together for three years are about to separate, and everyone can look back on their youth and accept the blessings of their classmates when they enter a new stage of life. Most of us discuss it after the fact, some of us are a little annoying and will want to find the owner of the letter, and everyone else is exchanging what words of blessing have been written. Girls are more delicate and will be careful about their choice of words. Boys are more coarse. There was also a couple who were famous in their grade and happened to receive letters from each other, which was very famous in our school. When I was at a class reunion in college, we also talked about the replies we received, and some people left contact information on it, and the classmates who didn't know each other for three years often played together after that. I heard that there is another couple in the grade who became a couple because of this. 】