"My middle school is a private school with a system of junior high school and high school. Because of the temptation of free tuition + high scholarship, I went to this private middle school." Huang Mao recounted slowly with a dejected face.
"The land price in the city is high, and the school leaders moved the school to the suburbs, so the area is very large, the school is very large, and it is not too much compared to the university.
I finished junior high school and straight high school in this school, and finally transferred to the high school campus.
The high school dormitory area is in the deepest part of the campus. You have to pass through the dormitories, classrooms, comprehensive buildings, canteen playgrounds, etc. of the junior and senior high schools. You have to pass through a dense lychee forest to see the dormitory located under the hillside.
Everyone complained that the dormitory was too far from the school gate, and it was troublesome to do anything, but I didn't think so.
Because I have lived here for three or four years, I have already figured out the structure of the school, so I know that there is a small door at the southeast corner of the dormitory surrounded by grass two meters high.
Behind the door is a church with a priest. "
Speaking of this, Cen Jin paused for a while, hesitant, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, but he was quickly broken open and continued speaking in a slow tone.
In the monitoring room, when Cen Jin mentioned the pastor, Ding Yqing raised his eyes and looked at him fixedly, but unfortunately he couldn't bring the camera closer, so that he could carefully check whether Cen Jin's expression changed.
The boss was eating wonton noodles, looked sideways at Ding Yqing and the display screen in front of him, his eyes fell on a speaker on the console, and he couldn't help pouting. In the room of more than a dozen contestants, he played the audio from Huangmao's room. , and refused to release it!
Listen to it by yourself wearing a bluetooth headset, the whole old man's style.
Che, who cares about the story of yellow hair
While he was disdainful, he kept peeking at Huang Mao's mouth, trying to guess his story, but unfortunately the camera was not powerful. I knew that a pinhole camera was installed in the middle of the table to shoot faces!
The boss was embarrassed, but he was also curious about the story of their room, what identity card Huang Mao got, and what kind of story would he tell? Whose story line will he finally solve
He walked around Ding Yqing with wonton noodles, his slippers cracked, finally attracting Ding Yqing's attention, he hurriedly pointed at the display and asked, "What did Huang Mao say?"
Ding Yqing: "He said you shouldn't eat the noodles with green onions and garlic, or you will be killed."
Boss: "..." OJBK.
The boss made a gesture, squatted to the corner of the wall with his upper body shaking, and picked his teeth. By the way, he logged on to the global forum to see the reactions of students from all over the world.
As soon as it goes up, there will be a lot of popular red posts, and two or three posts will pop up every few seconds, and then they will be deleted by the administrator because of too much swearing.
Among them, Ding Yqing was mentioned the most.
From the post calling him by his name and greeting his family being deleted in seconds, to the initials in Pinyin and then to 'that colorful black' and other names, the students continued to greet Ding Yqing as if they were fighting a guerrilla war.
The administrators are understaffed, and sometimes they are too tired to deal with it. In addition, the school leaders consider that the students who missed the competition inexplicably are indeed wronged, so people turn a blind eye, leaving a place for people to vent.
As a result, there are more than 10,000 tall buildings posted with the name 'Sincere greetings to that colorful black', and people check in every few minutes below.
The boss secretly followed the greetings, but he changed someone else's number in a vulgar manner and added, "Maybe tomorrow you will apologize for what you said today and sincerely bless the old man", and he was successfully besieged by the students.
Seeing the students swearing that they would never slap their face, the boss laughed and said without raising his head, "Anyway, this story will run for five days in a row, so let the other students who missed the competition come in in batches.
Let them know that in addition to luck, there is a gap in strength.
This is fragrant and passionate on the Internet all night, why don't you run two more laps as soon as possible
This personal points competition is the best to give them 3 points. After that, there are many opportunities to earn points. No matter how bad it is, their school leaders and teachers will find a way to compete for them and compete for places. "
Unable to shake his head and sigh, the boss said, "This class of students can't hold their breath, it's far from what we used to be.
If the psychological quality is so poor, it is better for everyone to be as frustrated as the yellow hair. An employee/student who loves his job and has no desire for the world is the perfect template. "
Ding Yqing asked, "Will you be able to clear this story?"
The boss was taken aback and said, "I don't know either."
***
"The priest would pick dew in the garden outside the chapel every day, put it on the table in front of the statue of God after returning, and put it away as holy water the next day.
I often see people come to him to buy holy water at a high price, but they are all rejected.
The priest accumulates the holy water, and when the big bucket is full, he puts the statue of God he worships into the bucket, so that the whole body of the statue is immersed in holy water.
Sometimes I would sit at the door of the church. Occasionally, when the door of the church was opened, I was curious when I saw that the stone statue of Catholicism was always covered by a white cloth.
Why cover up the statue of God? Why is it so poor that the sole glue is broken, and still refuses to sell a bottle of holy water? Why are church doors permanently closed and people are not even allowed in to pray or repent? Why do so many people want holy water fervently
I have seen a lot of people come, from the driver of a battered taxi, to a plainly dressed but handsome couple, to a very poor complexion, thin cheeks, skinny as a mummified corpse, sitting in a wheelchair , was pushed to the door by the family, begging the priest's holy water to save their wicked son.
One day, I was on the balcony of the dormitory - I lived on the sixth floor, and the balcony was facing the church. The strange thing was that before I moved in, the balcony was covered with dense cardboard, and the light and air were blocked from the outside. It took me a lot of work to open it.
No one in the dorm was interested in that church, only me who initially looked at it curiously.
In my third year of high school, the schedule was very crowded and the homework was busy. Every day, I reviewed in the classroom until late at night and then went back to the dormitory. I woke up at dawn the next day. I was so tired, so I never paid attention to that church.
Until one day in early May, a rare holiday, all the roommates went home, and only I stayed in the dormitory.
That day, I went to the balcony to collect water, and inadvertently looked up and saw a sanitation worker in dirty clothes standing in front of the church.
I don't know how to describe it, and I didn't mean to insult the sanitation worker, but she just made me feel dirty.
Impossible to say dirty.
My first reaction was discomfort. It felt like I had just climbed out of the mud and accidentally covered my head with lice. It was so itchy that I quickly put down the water glass and prepared to take a shower.
Strange to say, as soon as I entered the house, that feeling disappeared immediately.
I didn’t think too much about it at the time, and I had to continue to review. Only by getting good grades in the college entrance examination can I get the school incentives, otherwise the college tuition will be too much. I was immersed in reviewing until noon, and I was hungry, so I went to the balcony to get a lunch box to prepare noodles.
As a result, when I looked up, I saw another person at the door of the church!
In addition to the sanitation worker who felt very dirty, there was also a boy who imitated several corpses. The boy was wearing jersey shorts, showing his hands and feet as thin as bamboo poles, with very prominent bones.
I glanced at the sun subconsciously, then looked down again, it was a little dazzling, and in a trance, I saw a girl with loose hair lying on the back of the boy, and then I looked again, but there was nothing.
It was a sanitation worker side by side with a boy in a ball uniform, facing the church door with his head down. "
Speaking of which, no matter how stupid other people are, they know who Huang Mao is referring to.
They all stared at him in disbelief, didn't they? This yellow hair intends to weave everyone into his story
In addition to the two student sisters who are about to be eliminated due to many logical bugs, there are a total of six people, and each person's story is still digging an unfilled hole. Does he intend to help others
Did he think he was planting trees
no--
Wait, if he fills in everyone's pits, it means that everyone's story line is complete, does that count as they pass the customs or are they eliminated
It shouldn't count them as clearing customs, sacrificing themselves to help others, how can this yellow hair be so kind
Everyone who felt that the situation was not very good immediately cheered up and concentrated on finding logical loopholes in Huang Mao's story.
Huang Mao's eyes flickered, as if he was picking at the seam of the table.
"I swallowed my saliva, my intuition was not right, I broke out in a cold sweat on a hot day, and hurriedly returned to the dormitory. The palpitation I had just now disappeared, and when I recalled the scene, I felt that it was nothing to be afraid of. I guess I wanted to use bitterness to get holy water.
Honestly, is the priest's holy water really that useful
I didn't understand and decided to go to the stall outside the school gate to eat.
Many restaurants at the entrance were closed, and there were only two or three restaurants with almost no customers. I entered one of them and ordered meatball noodles. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed three students in the corner, wearing their school uniforms. School, not sure if it is a high school student or a junior high school student.
The noodles were cooked very quickly, I took them back to the dormitory to eat, and then took a nap. The fan was whirring above my head, and I suddenly felt stuffy.
I laid a bamboo mat directly on the ground, facing the fan, so it wouldn't get hot.
Is there a power outage? I thought to myself, but no, the sound of the fan is so loud, it must be blocked.
After a while, I sneered at myself, how can the fan be blocked on the ceiling? What to stop
My brain told me that I should open my eyes to see what was going on, but my body was so heavy, my limbs felt like lead, and it was difficult to even move my fingers or shout.
I couldn't get up, my mind was very clear, I thought I was dreaming, but I could clearly hear the fan working, I also heard the voices of the students outside the corridor, and also heard the roommates in the dormitory walking in slippers The sound of walking-
No, where are the roommates in the dormitory? !
All my roommates are home!
So that thing that's walking around me now... what is it? "
Everyone present came from their school days, and more or less heard many exciting school horror rumors, such as good friends facing each other, female classmates who died in childbirth in the toilet, teachers who hanged from the basketball hoop in the playground...
But the most terrifying thing is the paranormal event that happens in the dormitory, because that is where they sleep, and people are the most vulnerable and defenseless when they sleep.
The ghost presses the bed, and one day, there was a sudden roar from the toilet that had been closed, and there was a terrible thing crawling out of it, or there was a sudden sound of footsteps walking around in a dormitory with only one person... Real experience, the more you think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.
Especially the two younger sisters who are still in high school, their faces are full of tears.
Student sister: "Yes... what is it?"
Huang Mao: "What do you think?"
The student's sister quickly shook her head: "I don't want to know."
Huang Mao: "I don't want to know either. At that moment, I just wanted to pass out. But soon, the footsteps stopped. I was just relieved when I suddenly remembered that the footsteps stopped beside me. .
In other words, the 'thing' in the dorm was sitting on top of my head at the moment, looking at me. "
Two student sisters: "Can we both go first?"
"Why?" Huang Mao was a little surprised: "Let's go after hearing this. This is a warm story about love and peace."
"… "
Grass.
Fujiro's eyes were a little different when he looked at him. Could it be that the brother of this branch has some mental problems
Seeing that everyone was a little restless, Huang Mao hurriedly said, "Don't interrupt me, I will finish it soon. When I noticed an unknown 'thing' parked beside me, of course I felt great fear, Desperately struggling to get up and grab the door to escape.
I recited everything Hallelujah and Namo Amitabha in my heart, but in the next moment I suddenly felt a more terrifying and dense line of sight shrouded me, and this dense line of sight came from the top of my head, which is the position of the fan.
With hindsight, I realized that there was something lying on the ceiling too.
That thing blocks the fan so I get stuffy.
I was in fear all over my body, my hair stood up, my back was weak, my hands and feet were heavy, and my body was covered in cold sweat. The sight of the top of my head and the ceiling gradually became concrete in my brain, and I imagined a tall and strange figure standing beside the head. , and the position of the ceiling is a dark shadow with red eyes in it.
I thought I was going to die, and the grief overwhelmed the fear, leaving me no time to think about the things in the dorm, which were gone when I came to my senses.
This time I finally opened my eyes, panting and looking around the dormitory, there was no one but me, the water basin and lunch box were all in place, the fan was blowing hard on me, the sun was fierce outside, and the clock stopped at two o'clock in the afternoon .
Just like before falling asleep, as if it was just a nightmare.
I convinced myself that it was a nightmare.
So I got up from the ground while wiping my sweat and continued to review. When I picked up the ballpoint pen sandwiched between the books, I was stunned. When did I put the ballpoint pen in the book
Due to my poor family background, the tuition fees for elementary school are always not fully collected. I often pick up textbooks thrown away by others from the garbage station, and develop the habit of cherishing books and notebooks very much. Bookmarks, folding pages, or putting ballpoint pens in closed books It's definitely not on my desk.
And I have the habit of checking the desk, and it is even less likely to miss the pen in the book.
So, who put this in? Wasn't it a nightmare just now
At that moment, I suddenly looked at the balcony with emotion, thinking that I understood why the last class of students used cardboard to seal the balcony.
With this conclusion, I came to the balcony again, only to see three more people at the entrance of the church, a man in black with a hat, wrapped in air tightness in the summer.
A woman in neat and clean clothes, and a man in a suit.
There were two cars parked in front of the church, a luxury car and a dilapidated taxi.
A total of five of them stood side by side at the door of the church. I don't know how such a narrow door could accommodate this row of five people, but they just stood there strangely, with their heads lowered, and there was no communication during the whole process, like corpses.
I stared at them, moved a chair and sat there watching them, I knew they were weird and dangerous, but I was just curious, so curious, I wondered how long would they stand? Why are you standing there? What is the identity of the pastor
Because I was so absorbed, my upper body leaned forward, and a water column fell on top of my head. I looked up subconsciously and saw a face that was as curious as me, but the face became fearful in the next moment and quickly evacuated.
I was puzzled. I turned back and continued to look at the door of the church. My scalp felt numb for a moment, but I saw the five people who had their backs to the school dormitory turned their heads and looked at me at the same time. It was obviously far away, but I thought I could see it. Their pale faces, expressionless, dangerous and terrifying.
Immediately, I was so frightened that my legs went weak, and after a while, I quickly turned around and ran away. When I rushed to the entrance of the stairs, I collided with my classmates upstairs.
That classmate was peeping upstairs. He told me that he only noticed five strange people at the church door ten minutes ago. Go to other dormitories to avoid.
I hurriedly followed him.
There are two doors in the dormitory, with stairs on the front and back. We both ran up the stairs in front, going to the dormitory on the next floor to avoid it, but when we first ran to the next floor, I saw a row of stairs rising from a distance. Man, the front row is a sanitation worker.
She looks young, about twenty-five, but there are many black tumors on her neck, which looks very scary.
The second is the boy in the jersey. This time, I clearly saw a mummy covered with mud on his back. The mummy's hair was very shiny and wrapped around the boy in the jersey. It seemed to be absorbing the vitality of the boy. made him so thin. "
Fujiro frowned, he knew that the boy in the jersey in Cen Jin's story was his protagonist, and the mummified corpse was the one carried by the black wizard at the airport, which should have ended the cause and effect in his story.
Unexpectedly, Cen Jin could capture one of the causes and effects and write it into the story.
This cause and effect should be smearing the dead body with mud and getting evil.
Furuo sighed silently, because he didn't handle it properly, but Huang Mao's logical thinking was quite meticulous.
As soon as the short-haired girl heard the sanitation worker, she knew it was her story, so she looked at Huang Mao with great interest, wondering what he would say.
No matter what Huang Mao's purpose is, she won't have a big loss.
Only she herself knew that the story of 'Heliu' was fragile, and she would be eliminated if she barely survived until the second round.
"The third is the man who was covered up. I remember he was the driver of that taxi."
The boy in the hat and the long-haired girl moved at the same time, obviously the driver was related to them, and the long-haired girl even raised her head from the short-haired girl's shoulders, looking at him strangely.
"Fourth and fifth, they are well-dressed, but their expressions are sluggish, and the woman's feet are wearing a pair of red high heels that are especially bright and dazzling. They line up together, the distance is the same, and even the frequency and pace of walking are the same-"
"Why not me?" the red-lipped woman asked.
"How do you know?" Cen Jin asked back.
The red-lipped woman frowned, thinking about the pastor and the closed church, she quieted down, and continued to listen to him.
"I watched them go upstairs, knowing they were looking for us.
I didn’t know what I would face when I was found, and I didn’t know what to think. Instead of going to other dormitories with my classmates to hide, I hurried to the church opposite and got in through an inconspicuous door behind me.
This is my secret, and I will open some uncomplicated locks.
I used to sneak in to see this little church out of curiosity, until one day, I hid in a row of cabinets under the church window, accidentally slept late at night, and woke up to see the priest fascinated kissing the feet of the statue of God.
A corner of the white cloth was lifted, and I could vaguely see that the foot seemed to be peeled, pus, and blood. After the priest kissed it, he opened his mouth and bit it down—I closed my eyes tightly, not daring to look again.
When the pastor left, he stared at the statue of God and slowly approached, and lifted it up to see that it was a plaster statue.
I was sure that I was not mistaken, but I didn't have the courage to stay any longer. When I ran to the school gate, I looked back and saw the figure of the pastor at the door of the church, looking at me quietly. Entered the dormitory, and never dared to go to church again.
But today, I approached the church again, hid in the closet, and heard footsteps coming in. "
The red-lipped woman's expression was not very good when she heard this.
"Should I be a goddess or a priest?"
"no."
Everyone's expressions are subtle, is Huang Mao preparing a story to eliminate everyone, or let everyone eliminate him
Having said so much, where is the ghost school? Where is the psychic
Furi Luo was also a little confused. In his story and the story of the boy in the hat, the main point of intersection is that 'd' and Kusinara are both related to Buddha. He originally planned to make good use of this in the next round of stories.
But what does the church and priest in Huang Mao's story have to do with their Buddhism