Memories have been chaotic since the fall into the lake, as if they had a long-lasting dream, and now they have only woken up slowly.

These broken legs did not set her free, but allowed her to live in hatred forever, and she could never break "that window" again.

Ye Sheng looked at her vigilantly.

Duan Shi's body gradually faded and faded, she raised her head in a daze, and couldn't see the world clearly after her gouged out eyes, she could only sense that the young man jumped out of the window and jumped in front of her.

Ye Sheng's breathing was a little heavy, and he stood a meter away from her.

There is a story king, this stupid ps is strange, and he doesn't dare to let down his guard until the last moment.

Duan Shi "looked" at him for a long time, and suddenly gently cracked his mouth full of blood, and smiled: "You're right, I don't have the ability to verify my true heart." ”

Blood and tears fell silently from her face.

"I'm not killing the guilty, I'm killing the liar."

She seemed to be caught in a kind of confusion, and her language contradicted herself.

"Oh no, of course I have the ability to tell the real from the fake, my husband, I have known him since I was a child, I know him too well. I've been at the same table with him for more than ten years, and I know him too well. ”

"I understand that he likes to whistle when he is happy, that he is used not to speak when he is sad, and that he can't take his eyes off the things he likes like a child. I still know him...... When he understands that he lies, he will subconsciously touch his nose. ”

"Ha, he doesn't even know that."

Duan Shi said: "All his lies will be seen through by me, but he doesn't know!" He lied to me every day, lied to me about the company, lied to me about socializing, lied to me...... He still loves me! ”

After the big drops of blood and tears flowed out, Duan Shi raised his head, his expression distorted and crazy, as if two personalities were fighting, and muttered.

"I watched him under the bridge, and I looked at him through everybody."

"But why?"

"After I killed him with a knife, I didn't want to live in the first place. Why should I look at 'him' under the bridge, why should I stand outside every window - I watched in front of the window all my life when I was alive, why am I still standing by the window after I die! ”

After listening to her words, Ye Sheng took a deep breath and remained silent for a long time.

The truth came out, and all the clues came true.

She couldn't tell the bad guy at all, she just knew that her husband would touch his nose when he lied. So stay on the bridge of authenticity, take this as the standard, and watch a couple coldly.

- "Li Guangyun, you have something on your nose. ”

- "Senior sister happened to have a cold during that time, and we thought she was sick and cranky. ”

In addition, Ye Sheng was even more surprised that Duan Shi was trapped in the Lover's Lake not of her own volition.

That's right, she tortured her husband to death by such means, and the resentment had long been gone, and the suicide by jumping into the lake was the end she gave herself.

Unfortunately, she was chosen by the king of stories.

She became the king of stories...... The people in the story of the True Bridge.

Duan Shi hugged her head in pain and wailed, and those bloody and crazy memories began to attack her.

The people she killed, both men and women, looked at her in fear and pain before they died.

She screamed hysterically and then gasped heavily. For a long, long time, at the last moment of dying, Duan Shi was quiet again.

Duan Shi looked at Ye Sheng quietly and said quietly.

"yes, I remembered. When I died, I sank into the lake and got my feet entangled in the aquatic weeds at the bottom of the lake, and it was it that cut off my feet, and it said that I was free. It gave me the ability to track my life, and I could be there at those people's windows, doors, windows, and car windows. ”

"But am I really free—"

"I was trapped in this lake, on this bridge, and I became a ghost story that everyone on campus knew."

She said in agony.

"And I can't get out."

Ye Sheng gasped slightly, and finally spoke, asking, "Who is it?" ”

Duan Shi smiled sadly, relieved and relieved, and said softly: "It is, the storyteller." ”

Ye Sheng was stunned.

He wanted to say something, but a gust of wind blew, and Duan Shi's soul body had already dissipated like wind and smoke.

Syllable!

The last thing left on the balcony was a folded page of diary paper.

Ye Sheng was stunned, walked over, and unfolded the page of the diary, on which were the lyrics of a song, written in vermilion handwriting, maybe this was the last page of the villa diary.

She tore it off and jumped from the lake with it in her hand.

She studied Chinese in college, and her handwriting was graceful and gentle, with a stroke of stroke, accompanied by the mood that no one knew at that time.

That diary, the record of 365 days of derailment, the suicide note of blood and tears that broke the net, but in the final chapter, it was just an old song.

[Who looks from the screen in the past.]

And who stopped in front of my door

It's like an eighteen-year-old is very annoying

Who will accompany you to adulthood?

Do I love this teenage sarcasm?

Is this flower blooming] (1)

Ye Sheng frowned and put away the diary paper.

He knew that not all heretics would have such a thing that would suspens all their resentment and carry all their supernatural values.

His luck was good.

But this time, Ye Sheng didn't plan to convert the supernatural value of this page of the diary into bullets.

Duan Shi's diary is more useful elsewhere.

He thought of the agreement between Xia Wenshi and a few live broadcast friends in the haunted house, Luohu Mansion.

Ye Sheng wanted to understand how the story king chose Duan Shi and why she was chosen.

However, in the Luohu Mansion, the refrigerator that can never be closed only represents the heresy that the hero who was brutally dismembered and died of his body turned into a heresy after his death, and it will not be lower than the C-class.

Ye Sheng stood on the balcony for a long time.

On the quiet campus of Huai'an University, only the chirping of insects is in the summer.

*

After Ye Sheng returned to the bedroom, he turned on the lamp, and the pen and paper were briefly drawn in front of the table. Finally, he took out his mobile phone, found out the number that Ning Weichen sent him a message at night, and sent a message.

[I saw Duan Shi tonight.] I think that the ability of the story king is not to write for it. The story king is using 'grotesque' to create 'grotesque'. 】

Write the poem that died in the Luohu Mansion into the story, making her a legend of protecting love in the "True Bridge".

But the key to killing people in Ming Duan's poems has nothing to do with sincerity and lies, just because her husband is used to touching his nose when he lies.

In PS, Duan Shi relied on his broken leg to gain tracking ability, and he fought with him by gouging out his eyes.

It seems that the "continuation" of the story king also has various costs and restrictions.

It's four o'clock in the morning.

Ye Sheng put the gun back, turned off the phone, and went back to bed to sleep.

The next day, as soon as Ye Sheng got up at seven o'clock, he received Xia Wenshi's life-threatening chain buckle.

After Ye Sheng connected the phone, it was Xia Wenshi's trembling cry.

"Xiao Ye, it's a good thing you didn't come with me, the female ghost came over last night, ahhhhh

"Woo woo woo fucking scared me to death, Li Guangyun is crying bitterly now, his legs are weak, and he refuses to leave. Kiki was also frightened, and still hasn't come back to her senses. ”

"Fortunately, the three of us didn't sleep all night yesterday, and there was no window in the incense room, so the female ghost temporarily changed to kill someone."

"As soon as we went out this morning, we saw a strange corpse hanging from a tree. He hung from a tree, and his legs were sawn off from the base of his thighs. Half of his body remained, and he was swaying on the branches. Damn, it scared the hell out of me. ”

Ye Sheng was stunned.

The female ghost has been found??

No, yesterday Duan Shi was obviously with him.

Chapter 44: The Storyteller (11)

After Xia Wenshi cried for a long time, he finally returned to the topic and said to him: "Xiao Ye, the haunted house is closed today, you don't have to go to work." Woo woo I plan to stay in the temple until the ghost exorcist I know comes. ”

Ye Sheng, who had an extra day off for no reason, was expressionless. He held his phone, thought for a while, and said softly, "Senior, do you have a photo of the corpse hanging on the tree?" ”

Xia Wenshi was horrified: "Photos? Xiao Ye, what do you want this for, aren't you afraid of ghosts?! ”

Ye Sheng explained: "I think maybe this is not a ghost's doing. ”

"Huh?" Xia Wenshi was stunned: "...... I'll ask. ”

He was frightened at the time, where did he dare to take pictures, but the onlookers always had the courage to hunt for curiosity and filmed that scene. After Xia Wenshi asked a few tourists next to him, he asked for a photo and sent it to Ye Sheng.

In the photo, against the backdrop of a cloudy gray sky, a person hangs from a strangely shaped tree in the backyard of the temple.

It was a middle-aged man, wearing a white polo shirt, a face full of fat was now full of horror, and the lower half of his body was cut off alive from the base of his thighs, and blood was dripping and gathering all over the ground.

Xia Wenshi shuddered and said: "The police are still investigating this matter, but I think it was the female ghost who did it, didn't she want a pair of legs?" We ran to Lingguang Temple, and she followed! Later, I chatted with someone and found out that this man lived next door to me yesterday, and he came to pray for the hospitalized elderly. ”

Ye Sheng looked at the picture expressionlessly.

If he guessed correctly, Duan Shi's skills should be [Stalking] [Temptation], and her killing will only make people die from falling from a building or a car accident.

This is definitely not what a poem does.

The middle-aged man in the photo whose legs were cut off alive has a look of fear and despair in his eyes, which does not look like he sees a ghost, but like he sees someone he knows.

After Ye Sheng got the photo, he also sent the photo to Ning Weichen by the way. After sending it, he was stunned and a little surprised...... When did Ning Weichen become the only person he trusted.

After he finished breakfast, he received a reply from Ning Weichen on his mobile phone.

[At four o'clock in the morning last night, you saw a poem? 】