As soon as I left the nightclub, I squatted down and vomited, pouring cumin mutton, fish-flavored shredded pork and rice with beer on the wall next to me. Maybe I vomited too much, and accidentally squeezed out a few drops of urine, and felt a little damp in my pants.

There were also some pieces in my nose and eyes, and tears came out of my bitter and sad eyes. "Viagra, the monkey and I will take the girl first, see you later. The fat man said to me from afar with a b-face.

Watching the fat man and the monkey each take a chick to take a taxi, I really these two grandsons, I made an appointment with the field, and the girl was hooked by me from the net, but in the end the person was taken away by them.

When I finally breathed a sigh of relief, I quickly spat out, trying to spit out the remaining scum in my mouth. At this time, I suddenly felt as if my head had been touched by someone, fuck, dare to touch my brother's head?

Hurriedly turned his head to look, there was only a puddle of vomit left behind in the corner of the wall behind me, I was drunk, drunk, my brother began to hallucinate.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the street was really fucking empty, I sat staggered in the taxi, feeling that my sanity was about to die, hey, the fat man and the monkey are so fucking obscene, I took the girl away after enlarging my brother, and my friends became liars. That's it, that's it, it's careless in making friends.

My house is in a deep alley, this place is quite remote, and it seems to be some kind of mass grave before liberation. Rao is my wine and cowardice, and in this dark midnight, I am a little inexplicably scared after walking for a while.

I heard that this alley is haunted from time to time in the middle of the night, and that there are female ghosts in white clothes who spit out their long tongues, and that when ghosts come, it is windy, and I also hear that sometimes the ghosts hang on the black telephone pole in front of them.

My day, tonight, for some reason, the street lights in the alley have gone out, and the moon has been fucking hazy. By the way, I remember that my grandmother repeatedly told me not to go home past 12 o'clock at night, or let me go to my aunt's house, saying that I was too light on my life or something.

No, no, everything is fucking bullshit, it's all a society, my day, it's a ghost. I began to whistle, blow hard, and try to blow as loud as possible, blowing Jacky Cheung's "Kiss Goodbye", but I myself felt that I was shaking.

It's just autumn, so why the it's so cold. I feel oozing panic. After thinking about it, the factories in the high walls on both sides of the alley seem to have a few wolf dogs to keep vigil, I deliberately barked twice, but there was no movement, fuck, what about the dogs?

I started to quicken my pace, and I was almost trotting. This half-mile-long deep alley is fucking stimulating dude's nerves. My day, how can there be something under the telephone pole in front of me!

I suddenly didn't dare to go forward, and my brother's hair exploded. If I'm not mistaken, there seems to be a child standing under that telephone pole!

I was speechless, I didn't know what I was doing except my heartbeat, I wanted to turn around and run, and the weird thing was that I was still pacing forward, my god, am I still manipulating my body?

Actually, I may be a little curious, a little unwilling to be completely cowardly, I want to really see what kind of child dares to stand alone in this so-called haunted alley in the middle of the night, or under the telephone pole where the female ghost hangs.

I know that I am mentally retarded, step by step like a thief. , it's really a little b-child, with his back to me and at the pole, and he's crying! Mother, what about my heart, why is it running out of my throat, bang, bang, bang. Such unscientific logic, such an awesome child, can I not be afraid, I am simply scared to death. Can.

However, isn't it a legend that it's a female ghost, how did I become a child here, my day.

I regretted dying, I was drunk and forgot to tell the master that I could go farther away from the front door, in order to save a car or two dollars, I had to go through this narrow, deep, dark, broken alley with dead children.

The current situation is that this narrow alley is only one and a half meters wide, and about ten meters in front of it is the evil telephone pole and the evil little boy in red.

I really want to rush up and give baby B a flying foot, or pick it up and throw it out. If it weren't for nearly 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, not in this alley, not a creepy kid in red standing under a haunted telephone pole with his back to me.

I leaned over with my back against a wall, almost closer, and asked like an idiot, tremblingly, "Little friend, why don't you go home?"

I was convinced, certain, and insisted that he was just a man, before I had a complete collapse, on the basis of my twenty-six years of materialism.

The b-child slowly turned his head around.

Then the silent alley let out an inhuman howl at about three o'clock in the morning Beijing time, the kind that was terrible.

I don't even know how I crawled and rolled, and I insisted on howling all the way to the back door of the family home. I'm sure my face was completely distorted, my whole body twitched, and my calves trembled. I screamed for a long time, and the porter finally turned on the lights.

I didn't dare look behind me, I didn't know anything but desperate terror in my head.

Lao Zhang came out of the gatehouse, I just thought I was saved, and suddenly I saw a white shadow behind Lao Zhang!

What is that? My eyes widened. Then, I fainted. Because, that is a "person" dressed in white, with a disheveled hair and a blurred face. For the first time in 26 years, I was completely coaxed in such a painful way with urinary incontinence.

I don't know what happened next, but when I opened my eyes again, it was daylight. I was so thirsty and hot that I looked at the snow-white ceiling above, as if I was lying on my own bed, I suddenly felt so scared that I quickly called out to my mother.

Drinking the ginger soup made by my mother and eating the antipyretics. I found out that it was the afternoon of the next day, I had a fever, and I had already called my aunt at the yard health station to give me an injection. Lao Tzu returned to the yang.

Lao Zhang fainted in the middle of the night when he saw me, and then carried me home. I quickly told my mother about the little B child and the white shadow, and my mother didn't speak for a long time, and after I patted her, she seemed to come back to her senses. Then, my mom told me something.

Before liberation, this part of my house was indeed a mass grave on the edge of the city. After the liberation, the city was expanded, and it became a factory, and a family area was built as an annex. During the special period, it became a designated cowshed for the Red Guards and the so-called "Red Bunker".

It would be a very violent revolution, and from time to time people would die. And a lot of people died in our cattle sheds. Among them was a woman, who was beaten as a reactionary and locked up in the cowshed, and she and her ten-year-old child often came to the cowshed to deliver food. The bad thing is that this woman is beautiful, and she is targeted by a few little hooligans nearby.

One day, she and her child were stopped on the way home after delivering a meal by these hooligans, who grabbed the child and threatened the woman, asking her to be obedient. But this kid is already sensible, grabbed a hooligan's hand and bit it fiercely, and actually picked a piece of flesh and skin.

Painful to drill the heart, this hooligan suddenly became angry, like crazy, punched and kicked at the child, and finally grabbed the child and threw it out vigorously towards a telephone pole.

The woman was pressed and couldn't move, and when she saw her child hit her head on the telephone pole and lost her breath, the tears came out like running water, and the whole person softened.

Several hooligans saw that the woman did not resist, so they stripped her naked, and one of them pressed up to do something, and the woman did not move, just quietly shed tears.

Just as the rascal got up from the woman, the woman suddenly screamed and bit at the rascal's life.

Although the hooligan flashed fast, he was still bitten by the woman from the root of the thigh, and the woman grabbed the other party like crazy and grabbed and bitten, regardless of the hooligans kicking and beating her.

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of the woman for a while, and was afraid that the woman would really bite him, the hooligan grabbed a brick next to him and slapped it hard on the woman's head.......

The woman died, and these hooligans didn't want to stay alive, anyway, it would be a terrible mess, and no one would care about the dead people.

But according to the hooligans who were later caught said in a confession, the remaining hooligans actually exterminated the dying woman, and finally stripped the woman naked and hung on the telephone pole that killed her child to vent her anger, until the woman completely lost her breath.

Since then, although many years have passed since the special period, there are always people in this place, especially in the deep alley, who see unclean things, or the cries of women and ghosts in white, or children.......

After listening to my mother, I immediately scolded in my heart: Fuck, why did you encounter such an unlucky thing. I panicked even more.

In fact, I have encountered this kind of mold before, but I have not been so cowardly.

It was a college student living together, and I rented a house outside with two roommates, as for why I had to run outside to spend money to live in the dormitory, it was nothing more than to pick up girls or ...... , I think the explanation is a cover-up, everyone understands.

Of course, I join in the fun more, and many times, I belong to the kind of thief who has no thief heart. And roommates are purely for great love or to sleep with different women.

The school is on the outskirts of the suburbs, and the rented house is a farmhouse yard on the outskirts of the suburbs. The yard is very good, small Sihe, with plants, and a sea tank of lotus flowers and goldfish. At that time, we fell in love with the cleanliness and cheapness of this small courtyard, and it was close to the school.

For a few of us students who studied art, fuck, it was simply the cradle of Rembrandt. So, I moved the computer, picked up a few times and lived in, in short, I cheated the family out of a lot of money to engage in corruption, and from time to time I made a shabu-shabu whole barbecue, and after half a month of paradise.

My roommate did call a few girls to be our models, and I still admit it.

I haven't enjoyed this little day for two days, and the matter has come. The reason first appeared in the thatched house at the back of the yard. The thatched houses in the rural courtyard are generally at the back of the yard, and then dig a trough, and it will become, but it is also ventilated and clean, and I personally have always liked to squat and row.

After a few days, the roommate's girlfriends didn't dare to go to the toilet, and the two chicks had a problem with getting up at night, always saying that there was movement in the thatched house at night, and even the crooked neck tree outside the thatched house looked ghostly.

Well, one night, something strange happened. A chick slept at night and ran to the pit to relieve herself, and when she went in, she just squatted down and found that there was a person squatting next to her, and she seemed to be wearing a white pajamas.

This girl thought it was another female companion next door, and asked stupidly: "Is there a problem with the beans last night, you also have a stomach? ”

The guy next to her simply ignored her, and the girl turned her head and said, "Do you have any antidiarrheal medicine?" ”

Sleepy-eyed, and the toilet is dim, this stupid girl is a little short-sighted, and she feels that there is a blurry white shadow in front of her.

"Hey, what about you, me. "This girl thinks why the other party doesn't speak.

The head was pulled in a little more, and the girl saw the face of the person next to her, and felt that the person next to her looked like a white paper, and she was still a thin old woman, and the other party bowed her head lifelessly and said nothing. Holy shit, this chick was a little confused for a second or two.

Realizing that the situation is wrong, she didn't say anything, this girl encountered something that she had never thought about and didn't dare to think about when she was so big! She finally realized that she put on her pants and got up and left, and she couldn't hold back and didn't shout out yet, just this, I think the girl is still very strong.

As soon as she turned out of the thatched house, Niu ran to the front of the house three or two times, and suddenly felt that she was slapped on her left shoulder. Mother, I just didn't care, and it was a doomsday scream to break into the house and grab her boyfriend.