The middle-aged man's story was finished, and it was not until the last moment that he was freed from the mysterious story. He seemed to be aware of the difference between dreams and reality. The obscure and strange psychological state of the protagonist made him feel chilled the more he thought about it. By the time he decided to get rid of the hidden connotations of the story and returned his attention to the carriage, the middle-aged man had already disappeared.
He turned around and looked around, seeing dark heads protruding from the car seat, but he didn't know whether any of them were middle-aged. Although he had many questions in his heart, he did not go looking for the middle-aged man. He knew that he would not be interested in answering him. It seems that after everyone tells the story, they lose interest in everything around them. He didn't know why that was red, maybe it was a new clue to the truth about the train.
"So, was it just a dream?" A young man stood up and sighed.
"So, I just reacted?" The conductor did not hide his sarcasm.
The young man smiled and said, "He should be lucky. If everything happened in reality, it would be even more frightening."
"Why did I say that?" The conductor said in a half-smiling tone.
The young man shrugged, "That's how he felt. Yes, it seemed like the feeling the story gave him. He thought about it!"
He looked at the young man, and the young man looked at him and said, "I hope his story will remind me of something."
Those words made him curious. Before he started telling the story, he asked, "Do I mean what I said?"
"Isn't that obvious?" The young man smiled, pointed at the carriage and said, "There are not many people left in Dongdong, so... I have to think of a story!"
He looked over, and sure enough, most of them were already walking silently like wooden sculptures, and the remaining two people, including him, were outside.
"Otherwise..." the conductor chuckled, sounding very evil.
"Let's get to the point!" The young man cleared his throat and said, "That story is called - "Horror Video"."
"Life is like a book with many pages missing. It is a bit reluctant to say that it is a book, but it is a book after all." - Ryunosuke Akutagawa.
At the first moment, Lu Shuangshuang thought of that sentence and murmured to himself: "Then does it count as a book? He is the missing page, floating outside the whole book. . I am the only reader... Wei Yang."
Darkness fell, and Lu Shuangshuang didn't know whether it was dark or whether her eyes were closed.
No, eternal black.
Two o'clock in the evening.
Starry sky, campus, pond.
The night breeze caresses gently, and the water surface reflecting the bright moon ripples, making the sound of water soft. The trees on the side were swaying, and there was a rustling sound coming from them, accompanied by strange laughter from time to time.
"Wallet, token of prosperity... very good, my boy has gained a lot!" A person laughed softly.
The other person felt proud when he heard that, but he said, "Where's mine? Did you get anything valuable after spending so much effort crawling into the boys' dormitory?"
"Let me look at that!" The man took out a dark object from his pocket.
Under the starlight, another person looked at it carefully and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! No! He saw it on the Internet before and asked for five to six thousand yuan. We will give it to him!"
"I have no ambition! How much money does that cost!" The man laughed and scolded, "Follow me and work hard from now on, don't you have that kind of thing!"
"Tsk, tsk, what a good thing!" The other person looked at it intently and said, "Please, let's play for a while before we do it?"
The man wanted to show off, and although he was reluctant to give it up, he handed it over and warned: "I don't want to spoil it!"
"Don't worry!" The other person took it nonchalantly, started playing with it with his legs, and said to himself: "He remembers... start... yes, press that button!"
A little red light lit up, and another person shouted happily: "It's open!"
"Who's there!" A flashlight swept through the woods and the security guard shouted.
"No! Someone is coming!" The man screamed and got up and ran away.
The other person also panicked and started running after him.
The trees shook, and rapid footsteps sounded. The security company went to shine the flashlight and saw two figures in black running towards the wall.
"Does that mean the two thieves who have been in the school recently?" The security guard immediately reacted and chased after him, saying loudly: "Don't run!"
There was a street three miles away from the campus, and the two of them stopped panting. A slender young man walked on the street east of the street lamp, panting and saying: "The security guard must be crazy! He's already out of school and chasing after me like crazy!"
Another dwarf was leaning against the wall, looking back from time to time, and said in panic: "Brother Jian, I said he won't chase you again, right?"
"Look at how coward I am! I'm going to mess with him in the future!" The man named "Brother Jian" cursed, but he looked back with worry and said, "Qiuzhui has been chasing me for a long time! I So scared!"
"That's good!" The short man patted his chest and finally took a breath.
"I don't know about Xiao Song! Brother Jian gave him the nickname 'Scud', how could he be caught so easily!" Brother Jian stood up from the east side of the street lamp and started bragging.
"No, no, no!" Xiao Song agreed casually and murmured: "As long as I don't get caught, you can say whatever you want!"
Brother Jian was not satisfied with that answer, but it did not affect his joy of escaping danger. Thinking of tomorrow's harvest, his mood completely improved.
"Hurry up and take out all the things. After you get out of the way, I'll have fun with you!" Brother Jian said excitedly.
"Okay!" Xiao Song started to take things out of his pocket, and then said, "Xianwang, wallet... gone."
"It's gone?" Brother Jian noticed something good and asked, "Where's that thing of his?"
"Ah?" Xiao Song was stunned and stammered: "I...I didn't take it? He thought I could take it, just coal wormwood..."
"He gave it to me, who cares about my hometown!" Brother Jian was so angry that he kicked Xiao Song in the stomach, and the latter screamed in pain and fell to the ground.
Xiao Song endured the pain and begged Brother Jian for mercy, "Wrong... I can't afford Brother Jian's fault. He... He will get it back now!"
"Forget it!" Brother Jian thought of the security guard who was chasing after him, and said with lingering fear: "The place is remote anyway, no one will notice it, they can just take the things back."
"No, no!" Xiao Song responded repeatedly, feeling relieved.
In the woods beside the campus pool, I heard a security guard scolding in the distance: "You ran so damn fast, you almost caught me."
The sound of shutting up faded away, and gradually the only sound left was the rustling of leaves. In the dark corner to the east of the tree, a little red light was shining here and there.
In the early morning, the campus woke up from silence. As soon as the dormitory door opened, several students were seen walking out. It's early winter at this time, and the temperature at noon in the north has reached zero east. In Wei Yang's words, be careful of people who get up early during the confinement period, because those people can do anything!
With amazing perseverance and determination, the students have different purposes for getting up early. Most of them want to do morning exercises and exercise, especially those majoring in physical education. Many students from the Broadcasting Department or Music Department also go out early in order to find a quiet corner of the school to practice.
Just like that, the energetic students spread throughout the school, awakening the vitality of the new day.
In the woods beside the pool, Zhu Qian and his classmate Zheng Yuanqing stood together in the east of a woods. Taking a deep breath of the cool air, Zhu Qian felt that his mind was clearer and he was about to start practicing for the day.
At that time, he heard Zheng Yuanqing exclaim from the side, "What is that?"