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Feng Bujue had come to the edge of the well, but he didn't get too close, he just lowered his body and tried to use a slanted line of sight to look straight ahead instead of looking into the well.
He remembered the ballad verbatim, "Don't look at him, or you will be buried with him in the dry well." It will trigger the death flag... He doesn't want to be suddenly dragged down by some kind of force majeure, and the survival value will be zeroed in an instant.
"Then who..." Feng Bujue raised his voice and shouted, "How about I find a rope and throw it down for you?"
The voice at the bottom of the well sounded again after a few seconds: "I... alone... can't climb up..."
When Feng Bujue heard these words, he felt a sense of enlightenment. He tentatively asked: "Then... how about I carry you up?"
The voice from the well replied simply: "Okay..."
Feng Bujue simply asked directly: "I'm not familiar with this school, do you know where there is a rope nearby?" He wanted to see how far he would be given hints for this task.
But this time, the other party didn't answer, the voice just repeated: "Save... save... me..."
So, Feng Bujue said: "You wait, I will come back when I find the rope."
The voice did not express any objection, and continued to call for help.
Feng Bujue was actually a little curious, what would happen if he never came back, but thinking about it carefully, even if the guy at the bottom of the well didn't crawl out to settle accounts with him, he would have to come back sooner or later to complete this task.
Leaving the well, Feng Bujue trotted towards the sports equipment room. When he passed by there before, he wanted to go in and search. At this time, he came back there with ease, and as soon as the pipe wrench greeted him, he broke the door lock, and when he entered the door, he rummaged through boxes and cabinets.
After a while, he found a thick rope that was tangled together, which might be used in tug-of-war. After testing the toughness and feeling that there was no problem, Feng Bujue coiled up the rope and stuffed it into his bag, then went out and returned to the dry well.
When approaching the dry well, the cry for help from the bottom of the well came out again, Feng Bujue pretended not to hear it, walked quickly, found a big tree with the thickest trunk next to it, tied the rope firmly to it, and hit it for a while. knot. Then he came to the well and threw the other end of the rope down. It is estimated that the well is only ten meters deep, and it is probably only six or seven meters. The rope must be enough.
The most troublesome problem now is the mobile phone. Whether you are going down or up, you must use both hands. You can't hold the phone in your mouth... Besides, even if you really hold it in your mouth, you can't answer it if it rings halfway through the climb. If there is a mistake and the phone falls down the well, then I will definitely be hunted down to death...
Looking at the time, there are still seven minutes until the next call. Feng Bujue feels that there is no problem with this time. The person calling for help at the bottom of the well is probably the boy who appeared in the death scene just now. He is smaller and stronger among his peers. Anyone can lift him up, it should be lighter after becoming a ghost.
Feng Bujue made up his mind, so he stopped hesitating. He put the phone on the ground, grabbed the rope, faced the tree, and sat down on the edge of the well with his back to the mouth of the well, and then stretched his legs down. Then, face up, he stepped on the wall of the well, alternately holding the rope with both hands, and moved down as fast as possible. From the beginning to the end, he never glanced down, just kept his back facing something that was probably a ghost.
"Look up at the sky... the moon is laughing..." Feng Bujue went deep into the dry well, kept his back facing down, looked up from the well to the sky, hummed a few words before he stopped immediately, and said to himself Said to himself: "Damn... I accidentally sang this brainwashing melody... Fortunately, there is no one around, I feel so ashamed..."
After going down to the bottom of the well, Feng Bujue's feet seemed to be stepping on the soft soil. He stood leaning against one side of the well wall without turning his head, leaving only the other side's back: "Where are you, I Come back..."
Before he finished speaking, two bloody arms stretched out from both sides of Feng Bujue's head, wrapping around the front of his neck. At the same time, he felt a "half" person stuck behind him. Feng Bujue can be sure that even a female player can completely carry this ghost, because this ghost is very light, or... the limbs are not complete at all.
"Hmm..." Feng Bujue hesitated to speak. He originally wanted to complain habitually, but the words were on the verge of his mouth, but after a little thought, no... In this situation, some obvious differences in the other party Breaking down the characteristics of human beings may also lead to bad development. Such as "Why don't you climb up by yourself with such a quick hand", "Why is the skin on your arm rotten", "Why do I feel that there is nothing below your waist", "Is your abdominal cavity dripping water? " and the like are all forbidden sentences.
At the end of countless ghost stories, countless protagonists will say to a guy who looks like a human: I just ran into a ghost, how does it look like... Then, they all get the same response, "Yes Not like this"! Then it was killed.
Feng Bujue doesn't want to take such a risk, his neck is still in the opponent's grasp, if he reminds him of this ghost scripture and suddenly realizes that he is really a ghost, it must be a proper death FLAG , must not mention those.
"Hold on tight, I'm going to climb up." Feng Bujue completely ignored all the strong hints brought by the smell and sound, and also ignored the two bloody arms under his chin, greeted him, and went to the ghost behind his back. climb up.
When he went down the well just now, he didn't even look down. The overall feeling was like walking backwards. When he went up, he walked in the direction his eyes were looking at, so he climbed very fast. And what he was carrying on his back was indeed not heavy, and it was not a big burden.
It only took more than four minutes to go up and down in this dry well. Feng Bujue came to stand outside the well, calmed his breath, and still didn't dare to be careless. He didn't rush to pick up the phone, but took out the pipe wrench again, and said to the thing clinging to his back: "It's out, you can go home."
The voice sounded from the back of Feng Bujue's neck, like a cold wind passing over the back of his neck: "Go... home..."
The next few seconds were suffocating silence.
"Thank you..." was the ghost's last reply.
When Feng Bujue heard these words, the bone-chilling chill around him suddenly disappeared, and the feeling of carrying something on his back disappeared. At this time, he took a long breath and turned around.
Under the silver moonlight, the appearance of the dry well has changed. The mouth of the well is not open, but sealed by a cement board. One end of the thick rope in Feng Bujue's hand was still tied to the tree, but the other end thrown into the well was piled up by the well at the moment.
Maybe Feng Bujue never went down into this well, maybe he went... somewhere else. And it was from that place that he rescued the boy.
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In the newspaper clipping in Ruianyu's hand, the last paragraph reads:
Heisei ten years, autumn.
Some students' parents invited an onmyoji to practice the method. When they left, the onmyoji claimed that he had cut the resentful spirit, but his own practice was still unable to make him a Buddha.
The author asked repeatedly, and the Onmyoji left angrily with the words "Do you want me to go 'there' and recite him?"
Since then, the wellhead was re-sealed with cement, and there is no abnormality so far.
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