"Alright, now it's time to get to the point. How about telling a ghost story to each person? Ning Yuan proposed, "What a fitting night, what a rare atmosphere." If you don't tell a supernatural story, you can count it as a disappointment to this good night. You say don't you? ”

"I said." Long Xiaotian, who wore glasses, said, "Isn't it good that on such a beautiful and quiet night, a group of our old men gather in such a place to tell those bizarre and bizarre supernatural stories?" Remember, don't disturb the good night. ”

The atmosphere opened, and everyone rushed to talk.

Zhou Jie, who has an Internet celebrity name, was not willing to be lonely, and also grabbed the microphone. "You are all good families, we are good days, good days say that they are not afraid, come on, let your heart tremble."

Xiang Kuo said: "Second goods, just came out of mental illness." ”

A few people, you say a word to me, and it is very pleasant to talk and laugh. And Xiao Fan also felt that this was the taste of reunion after a long absence, and maybe there would never be such a lucky party again in the future. Xiao Fan has always been a pessimist. And pessimists are mostly easily emotional and easily moved. Because they know the theorems and the truth of the world, they don't dare to ask too much for it. Gathering and dispersing, since it is destined to disperse, why bother.

Xia Rufeng said: "Let's start with me." ”

Everyone looked at him, Xiao Fan sat next to Rufeng, and at this time he also looked at him through the reflection of candlelight.

The hall was silent, no voices, no breathing, only stories. In this dark night, there are strange stories of light and light that float around.

Xia Rufeng inhaled hard, as if he wanted to deliberately calm himself down, or he was playing tricks again. He's such a weird madman. No, it should be said that the people who finally got together here are more or less neurotic, including Xiao Fan himself, Xiao Fan has always admitted this, because it is said that this is the genes inherited by the family, Xiao Fan's mother is a little neurotic, at least in some small things in life. I'll put this aside for now. Now it's time for the story to play out. As a bystander, you have the least respect for the speaker.

"Actually, I'm not going to tell a story." Xia Rufeng came to such a sentence at the beginning, which made people confused.

I said you're a girl, don't be here to make a fool of yourself, Xia Rufeng, you're a god stick, with the potential of a god stick.

"It's not a story, so what are you going to tell? So, is your story finished? Xiang Kuo said with a lot of brains.

Xia Rufeng continued: "No," he helped his glasses.

Damn, you girl, you don't wear glasses at all, you have good eyesight, why do you want to learn Conan. This grandson is from the acting department, right?!

"Actually, what I'm going to tell is a true story, which happened in this wonderful world, around you and me. So, please listen up, please sit down. What I have to say is about to begin. ”

", grandson, believe it or not, I'll hit you in the face with a fist! Tell a story and tell a story, and Madan's is sensational. Tell me quickly, your master and I are gallant and fat, and I can't be scared to death. Ning Yuan said.

"On a dark and windy night in the moon,"

"Killing Night?" Zhou Jie interjected.

"Go, don't bother, let's talk." Like the wind, clap your hands to chase the flies.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high on the night of killing, ah, I am baba

"Can you not do that."

"The story takes place in a small oriental city, let's call it Yingcheng, and the name doesn't matter."

"In this place called Yingcheng, it rains all year round, and it is known as the Venice of the East, which is the so-called water city. Yingcheng is a small city with a population of several million. The standard of living of the residents here is quite good, the unemployment rate is not high, and the pace of life is generally slow. ”

"However, what we're talking about is what happened in this small city."

It is said that this small city is the Shangyuan Festival one day, and the night is especially lively, and the bustling pedestrian streets are full of young men and women coming and going. However, there was one person in the crowd who was not very conspicuous, she was just wearing ordinary clothes, ordinary shoes, ordinary earrings, and even her appearance was not very outstanding. ”

However, she was carrying a teapot in her hand. Why was she carrying a tin-bronze teapot? ”

Speaking of this, Rufeng suddenly paused for a moment, and then everyone wanted to give this song grandson a kick.