Group wear Naruto to engage in construction

In an ordinary family in Pigeon Village, a student returning home from the Ninja Academy was lying on the window watching the heavy rain falling continuously. His sister sat next to him and stroked his head lovingly.

"What's wrong? Can't you sleep?" The student nodded, turned around and looked at his father longingly.

"It's raining so hard that I can't sleep at all. Why don't you tell me a story?"

The elder sister looked at her younger brother dotingly. Their family conditions were pretty good and they were well-off. But it was not enough to pay for their two children to go to school, so the elder sister left this opportunity to her younger brother. But in the Ninja Academy, it is not just after entering.

Now that you can sit back and relax, you still need to work hard on your own, and you have to work very hard. Children are very hard at school. Every parent who sends their children to a forbearance school knows that they will spare no effort to take care of them if they can.

"Okay, sister will tell you a story."

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In the old Pigeon Village, at that time, just like now, there was a layer of light mist in the air, and the sound of rain hitting the ground kept coming to my ears.

Didi, didi, didi......

It was as if the clock kept ringing, and I was alone at the door of the store, as if waiting for someone. The sky I looked up at was also gray, and the wind was blowing on my cheeks, carrying a little rain.

. Touched the wet hair, and with a little force, the water squeezed out.

"It's raining. I should have known to check the weather forecast when I went out." In autumn and winter, the continuous heat and heavy rain have passed, and the whole city has fallen into a sleepy coolness. Occasionally, there will be this almost blanketing

Heavy rain across the city.

Sighing silently, he looked with some despair at the pool of water on the ground. The mirror image that was distorted by the water flow showed an ordinary high school student in uniform, carrying a bag.

(My whole body was soaked, and even my skirt was wet.) I pinched the clothes helplessly as if they had been soaked in the washing machine. The wet skirt looked heavy and cold, sticky and tight like spider silk.

It clings to the thighs, and the skirt has lost its comfortable function. It feels like wearing a rag soaked in water, cold and heavy.

I lowered my head and complained that the heavy rain had turned me into a drowned rat. At this moment, a black image was a magnet that attracted all my attention. When I looked up, I felt my heart stop, and the blood vessels in my body expanded rapidly.

An unspeakable fear welled up in my heart. I wanted to scream, but my throat was so dry that I couldn't make a sound. My throat moved. At this moment, those weird stories from the old girls' parties and the classic scenes from horror movies

Flashing through my mind like a horse watching a lantern, I ran away and got killed, screamed and got killed, and talked to it and got killed. I resisted the urge to turn around and run away, forcing myself to calm down.

"Can you see it?"

His body leaned over, and under his tall body was a twisted and ferocious face. It looked at me with its empty eye sockets, yes, eye sockets. His eyes had no eyeballs, only a bloody hole that seemed to have been dug out.

The dark and terrifying eyes were shining with black light, and the black light was as cold as if it came from hell.

I turned my head stiffly, trembling all over, and took out the electronic device from my handbag: "Ah! I haven't responded to LlNE's message yet." My trembling hands pretended to be calm. The monster did not lose interest in ignoring me.

There are more than a dozen human heads embedded in the huge belly, and they all stare at me with their dark holes. Looking at me feels like a person who is about to die of thirst in the desert, longing for the last pot of water. Each head has a

They were shouting, using extremely harsh voices, trying to get me to respond to them.

"Na!"

"She saw it!"

"I saw it!" "I saw it!"

Saw it!”…..

The small station instantly turned into a hell. Dead ghosts screamed here. More than a dozen sounds intertwined to form a weird and harsh sound that makes people mentally traumatized just listening to it. These sounds can cause mental pollution.

The terrifying appearance of the monster tortured my fragile nerves, even though I warned myself countless times that I could not speak, let alone run. But fear forced me to give in, my throat was slightly open, and some slight sounds were impossible to hear.

Say, how long can I hold on next to this monster? I don’t know, maybe I won’t be able to help screaming in the next second.

Why don't you just scream out and completely release your fear! Aren't there always superheroes in movies who save beautiful women? I can be saved too. As long as I shout for help, someone will definitely come to save me! There will definitely be!

The mouth is slightly opened, the tongue touches the dry lips, and some unpleasant sounds come out of the small mouth...

[Sorry, sorry, I didn’t reply to your message just now. It’s my fault. 】

[It’s raining here, very heavy. The bus hasn’t come yet. I don’t know how long we have to wait.]

[Anyway, I’ll go home quickly and change into a set of clothes. It’s always uncomfortable to wear wet clothes. 】

[I found a very interesting game arcade. Let’s play together when we have time. In that game arcade, there is also a fitting room where you can change into various Ultraman clothes, and there are also elves that you can conquer...

..]

.......

I quickly typed characters on my phone with one hand. It was a typing speed I had never imagined. A complete message was sent out in less than two seconds. By the end, I no longer knew what I was talking about.

With this diversion of attention, I finally looked more natural.

Finally, after being bombarded with dozens of groups of messages, ignoring it worked. The head on his chest muttered in disappointment, "I didn't see it!" "I didn't see it!"... and gradually moved away from the station.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

The hands are stagnant, the whole body is shaking, and the brain is screaming crazily!

(It’s so scary! What the hell is that thing!!!))

(See it very clearly, see it very clearly!!!!!)

(See it very clearly!!!!!!!!)

I lowered my head and looked at my trembling thighs. The hand that was clenching my skirt had unknowingly squeezed out a lot of water from my thighs due to the tension.

.........

With my brain in a down state, I stumbled to the store back home. My brain, which was on the verge of collapse, could only think about the terrifying figure of the monster. When I came back to my senses, I had already returned home and hung it on the wall.

The pendulum clock above showed eight o'clock in the evening, and I didn't even remember when I had dinner.

(I saw something really amazing this afternoon, it was like a dream.)

I washed up tiredly, and the bad memory of meeting the monster flashed through my mind again. If possible, she wanted to forget it all now.

But how could that scene, which is comparable to a horror movie, be easily forgotten? I'm afraid it will become a lifelong psychological shadow.

(Let’s put some salt in the room before going to bed later.) I decided to do something before going to bed.

Superfluous things.

I felt that my mouth was almost cleaned, and when I raised my head again... my body was frozen, fear and despair surged out of my heart, and I forgot to wipe away the remaining water marks at the corners of my mouth.

A black figure stood behind me. Before my brain could figure out what it was, he thrust his head to my side, and the mirror completely showed his appearance. His eyes were empty.

The most terrifying thing about the ghost in a suit with a split lip is that his neck is twisted 180 degrees in an incredible way.

Something warm was about to gush out from my eyes. I was suddenly frightened, and tears were about to flow down uncontrollably. I really wanted to cry, scream, and run away.

But I can't run, I can't even show a little fear, I have to ignore him, I can't see him, I can't see him. I'm the only one in this room. I'm so hypnotized in my heart that something hot is about to flow out of my eyes.

He half-closed his eyes and kept rubbing his eyelids with his fingers.

"It hurts...my eyes hurt so much..." His eyes were red, and tears naturally flowed from the rubbed eyes.

"Ugh..." I turned on the faucet, and cool water flowed out continuously from the faucet. I picked up a handful of water and slapped it on my face, as if I was just doing the simplest wash.

However, the low-end machine in the brain seems to be overloaded, and there is a risk of collapse at any time. It can scream loudly at any time because it cannot stand the stimulation, or run away like crazy.

Oh no, no, no, no, I'm totally lost. Someone come and save me! Brother, mother, let me get out of this room quickly.

His thighs were trembling, he took a deep breath and poured water on his face to force himself to calm down.

(Calm down, it's okay... just treat it like watching a horror movie, and when you watch it again, it will disappear.)

Trembling, I turned off the faucet, praying to the god for protection in my heart, while looking up at the mirror.

What she saw was the terrifying monster with black holes all over its body, twisting its neck at 180 degrees and looking at the mirror in a strange posture.

"My eyes, why do they still hurt so much?" Hot tears gathered from the corners of my eyes, as if they would fall at any time...

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After the elder sister told the story to this point, she looked up at her younger brother, who was listening attentively.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Because the things my sister talks about are so interesting, I can't sleep even more."

"What nonsense? These are real things that happened in our Pigeon Village."

"How is it possible? We don't have a station or a mobile phone here. Although the living conditions are much better than before, they are not developed to the level of a big city. And there is another very important point. The changes in our Pigeon Village were last year.

This is the beginning, I know exactly what happened. Sister, please stop talking nonsense."

"Really, it's you who wants to pester me to tell you a story, and then feel disgusted after telling it. Is that what you want? Is this how the ninja school teaches you to make things difficult for your sister?"

Perhaps for ordinary people, such a hazy rainy night is a good time to chat with family members and deepen relationships, but for some people, it is not so beautiful. Especially for those who live in Pingan Town next to Pigeon Village.

That's all, it's not a good night.