Abnormal items

In the dormitory, Jie Zuo returned to the dormitory and lay on the bed. KK was sent to the hospital by his colleagues, and the community was also cordoned off by the Bize Police Department.

The appearance of the evil god in Bize City was a big news and the police department couldn't help but ignore it. Jie Zuo, who had been running around all night, finally had a chance to rest.

"Stay up late and smoke cigarettes, your magic power is boundless. The Immortal Cultivation Party does not need to rest." After finishing his declaration to the sky, Jie Zuo threw himself on the bed and snored in shame.

"Welcome, welcome. This guest, please sit down quickly. Our story is about to begin."

The speaker was an old man, and you couldn't tell how old he was just by looking at his face - his face was full of wrinkles, he was carrying a heavy load on his back, there were only a few sparse hair left, and there was heavy eye mucus around his eyes. Can open a small slit. There are also very obvious age spots on the face.

"Spare me." Jie Zuo opened his eyes and saw such an old man sitting opposite him in a red room talking to him. Jie Zuo covered his head in pain. Now he wanted to have a good sleep, even if Even if the earth falls apart, he doesn't want to be separated from his bed.

"What are you talking about? You are an ordinary person in Hong Kong." Jie Zuo Plastic's Cantonese was so ugly that the old man sitting opposite him was stunned.

"Guest, don't be anxious." The old man handed Xie Zuo a bowl of tea, and Xie Zuo drank it all in one gulp: "Your energy is beyond your imagination. When you are tired and sleepy, just drink Lao Tou brand black tea." Then he said to him. He gave the old man opposite him a thumbs up, and then shrank in his chair.

The old man opposite looked a little confused at Jie Zuo's movements: "Are you...are you okay?"

"Are you okay? Just eat plums if you're okay." Jie Zuo said weakly as he slumped on the chair.

The old man looked confused, not understanding the logic behind what he said and what he said.

"I, Jie Zuo, am known as the little prince of advertising. I have more than 20 years of experience watching commercials. I hate the TV series that are interrupted between commercials. Today's TV series are really boring. By the way, have you watched the most popular TV series now?

It's called "Although the child is not yours, he is still a life. You actually want to break up with me, you scumbag." I have to say that just by hearing this name, it is a hit this year. Speaking of hits, it will be a hundred the day after tomorrow. It’s a total solar eclipse that happens once a year. Unfortunately, I don’t have sunglasses. Which brand of sunglasses do you think is better..."

The old man opposite had a dull look on his face, and he failed to interrupt several times, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his conversation. Seeing that the topic had come to whether sweet tofu pudding was better or salty tofu pudding, the old man hurriedly interrupted: "That's enough! Ahem, I mean, can this guest introduce your name?"

"Oh, my name?" Jie Zuo slumped on the chair and pointed at his nose.

"Yes, your name?" Afraid that Xie Zuo would take the topic astray again, the old man had no choice but to repeat it again.

"My name is Jiedala Benba. Bandobedi. Budo. Bilu Wengzuo."

"Dara what?" the old man asked.

"Didn't you hear it clearly? I can sing it to you, cough cough." Jie Zuo coughed lightly and started his performance: "A long time ago..."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Dara." The old man rubbed his temples. As soon as Jie Zuo spoke, he knew that he was still young. He had seen many intelligent creatures, but this was the first time he had seen one that sang so unpleasantly. .

"My name is not Dara, my name is Jie..."

"I understand, Mr. Dara, there is no need to repeat it. Let's keep the story short." Seeing that Ji Zuo wanted to repeat his damn name again, the old man hurriedly interrupted.

"Mr. Dara, I am a collector of ghost stories. I am responsible for collecting ghost stories..."

"What is the ghost story? Is it delicious? How much does it cost? Where can I buy it..."

"That's enough! You don't need to know whether it tastes good or not, damn it! It's not edible at all! You don't need to know what it is either!" The old man could no longer maintain his leisurely temperament and pointed at Jie Zuo's nose and said loudly .

Looking at the furious old man opposite, Jie Zuo's eyes became sharp - there was a price to pay for inserting Jie Zuo's mouth.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and readjusted his mentality. Suddenly he noticed that the eyes of the person opposite him became strange - he lowered his head and kept looking upwards. It made me feel uncomfortable all over.

"I'm going to tell three ghost stories. In each story, you have to help me get something. After telling the three stories, you can go back when everything is complete."

The old man tried to speak as concisely as possible so that this annoying guy could be sent to his death quickly.

"Oh, I don't understand at all? Can I go home?" Jie Zuo said, rubbing his sore eyes.

"You don't need to understand, just listen to my first story..."

In a daze, the old man and the red furniture in front of Jie Zuo disappeared, and he was now in a campus. The school was exceptionally quiet at night. Before Jie Zuo could feel it, the old man's voice sounded again——

A classroom that doesn’t exist…

In Guangyuan School, there are many incredible things circulating. What scares students the most is the "non-existent classroom" in the teaching building. Legend has it that anyone who accidentally walks into this classroom will never come out again.

Today, a reckless passerby accidentally came here. He never cared about this and pushed open the door of this classroom...

The scene switched again. Jie Zuo was already standing in the corridor. In front of him was the door of a classroom. The door number read "Grade 4, Class 13."

"Ah, is this the non-existent classroom that the old man said? It's quite ordinary." Jie Zuo looked at the door of the classroom in front of him and thought of his green years. It was really...

"Hey, I didn't have any green years at all! The only memories I have are the endless homework in school and the bald head of the class teacher, oh."

Thinking of this, Jie Zuo knocked on the classroom door angrily.

"Who? Who's outside?" A young voice came from the door.

Jie Zuo didn't say anything. He was trying hard to recall who his deskmate was when he was in school.

The door opened. Just now he remembered that his deskmate was a beautiful boy. He was secretly feeling sad and was sucked in by a suction force.

The classroom was very dark, with only one candle lit in the middle, and a group of students sitting around the candle.

"Are you here to save us?" A sweet voice asked timidly in the darkness.

Jie Zuo looked back and found that the door had disappeared and now there was only one wall.

"Unfortunately, it doesn't look like it." Jie Zuo shrugged.

There were sighs among the students, and a few suppressed sobs were mixed in among them.

"Hey, come and sit." Several students moved an empty seat and motioned for Xie Zuo to come over.

Jie Zuo walked over and sat down, looking around at the students: "So, who can tell me what is going on?"

The students lowered their heads and didn't speak. After a long silence, a boy who looked like a class cadre began to slowly explain: "We are trapped here. It should be a ghost. Now this ghost is around us. But we There's no way to find it..."

i always get murdered

It’s a pretty good story written by a great guy. You can check it out.

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