Hardcore crisis

"When my uncle realized that he had not peeled the apple, he ate the apple peel. He immediately realized that something was wrong. At this moment, the beautiful woman spoke again..."

"She said, Master, are my apples delicious?"

"Although my uncle ate apple peels that may contain pesticides, he still showed the behavior of a good quality person and politely replied that it was delicious. Who knew that the woman said..."

Wei Ming's face was very ugly: "She said, she said that I also liked eating apples when I was alive."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several women present changed immediately. Zheng Zixi became extremely nervous and kept saying: "How is that possible? You must be a liar."

"No, I didn't lie."

Wei Ming shook his head and affirmed: "That woman did say that to my uncle at that time, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that the woman then stretched her neck and came to my uncle's side, laughing in a low voice."

Just like all ghost stories, Wei Ming exaggerated the atmosphere in such an environment, and the effect was particularly outstanding. Not to mention the three girls, even the fat man Qi Mao was scared to death. Only Wang Yifei and Zhang Han remained calm. But he was also attracted by Wei Ming's story, and his eyes stayed on Wei Ming.

"She smiled and said something with a smile - since she gave birth to the child, she doesn't like eating much."

"..."

"Why?"

Everyone was stunned and confused, thinking they heard wrongly. However, when they saw Wei Ming's smug expression, everyone present realized that Wei Ming had tricked him.

"Hey, you call this a ghost story?" Zheng Zixi was so angry that she almost threw the barbecue on him.

"Of course it's a ghost story, a ghost story."

Wei Ming looked like he wasn't afraid of you hitting him.

"Haha, Xiao Ming's story is really interesting."

Wang Yifei interrupted: "You may not believe it, but actually I have encountered some weird things."

Compared with Wei Ming's always unreliable appearance, Wang Yifei's stable image is much more convincing to everyone. When he looks serious, everyone unconsciously becomes serious too.

"That was about three years ago."

"Because I would pass by a dilapidated house every time when I was getting off work, and every time I would see a child calling uncle by the window of the house. At that time, I thought he was calling me, and I thought this child was really rude. How could I I can't say he was uncle. Later, one time, before I even passed the window, I saw the child shouting uncle goodbye..."

"After that incident, I carefully observed it and found that the child was indeed calling uncle goodbye to the invisible air, instead of shouting to me, and I realized that something was wrong."

When Wang Yifei told stories, he was not as mysterious as Wei Ming. He outlined a strange event simply and clearly, making everyone look pale.

"Later, I couldn't bear it anymore. You said everyone is curious. Then I realized that curiosity really killed the cat."

"What's going on?" Han Yuqing was scared, but also very curious.

Seeing the frightened look of the three girls, Wang Yifei smiled slightly: "After I went over and asked, the child said, I was talking to my uncle. I asked if there was no uncle outside, and the child said, why isn't there, Uncle Sun?"

Everyone: "..."

"This story... is really cold." Qi Mao took a bite of grilled chicken wings and said vaguely.

"Hey, I didn't expect the story told by Brother Yifei to be so interesting. Then, who should say what happens next?"

Wei Ming laughed a few times, then turned his attention to the other people.

"I'll do it." Perhaps because Wei Ming and Wang Yifei both told unreliable stories earlier, Zheng Zixi immediately retaliated by telling a ghost story about the girls' dormitory. However, her story-telling skills were not as good as those of Wei Ming and Wang Yifei. After listening to this, the men not only did not feel scared, but asked curiously: "Are you women going to hang yourself for just the slightest thing?"

"That's not the point, is it?"

Zheng Zixi was very angry.

"Okay, okay, it's my turn next." Han Yuqing interrupted Zheng Zixi's words.

The rhythm of ghost stories is basically the same. There is really no one that can truly scare everyone. It was Qi Mao's turn. He took a bite of chicken drumsticks slowly and said with a fat mouth: "If you want to tell some ghost stories, they are too far away from our lives, so I will give them to you." Tell a story that happened around us."

"Well, let's talk about it. It happened eight months ago."

Qi Mao finished the chicken legs in several mouthfuls and said seriously: "My uncle works in the city bureau. At that time, he took a case about a group of travel friends who disappeared in an accident."

"Wait a minute." Zhang Han interrupted Qi Mao and frowned: "You're not talking about the accident more than half a year ago, are you?"

Others looked at Zhang Han in confusion. Some people seemed to have some impression, but it had been too long and they could not recall it.

"Hehe, it seems that you are also a person who knows some inside information." Qi Mao nodded and continued: "You may not have much impression, because at that time the newspapers only reported it casually and did not attract the attention of the society... Hey, the government here has spent a lot of effort to suppress public opinion and the media."

Hearing what Fatty Qi Mao said, everyone couldn't help but become curious. What kind of accident would cause the government to spend a lot of effort to suppress media reports? Did any leader make a mistake in this accident?

"It's not what you think."

Looking at everyone's eyes, Qi Mao knew what everyone was thinking. He shook his head and said: "It was the accident... it was so weird. The murderer has not been found so far."

"What, you mean the murderer?" Wang Yifei seemed to be a little impressed, and he frowned deeply as if he thought of something bad.

"Yeah, don't be scary. Isn't it an accident?" Zheng Zixi glared at Qi Mao: "Don't think I don't remember. It seems that a group of people were swimming in Qishan Reservoir, and then several people drowned. Someone He went to rescue him but ended up getting himself in."

"Oh, I seem to have remembered it too." Han Yuqing suddenly realized: "Yes, I also discussed it with my friends at the time. Never swim in the reservoir in the future. It is too dangerous."

There are indeed too many swimming and drowning accidents in China every year. It is no wonder that few people pay attention to it. In addition, more than half a year has passed since the incident. If we want to say how many people still remember it, I am afraid that eight out of ten people who have seen it in the news have not. Impressed.

"Huh, drowning?"

Qi Mao dismissed it: "Of course the media will report this. Firstly, the police at the time blocked the scene, and secondly, the city made great efforts to control media reports."

"Isn't it possible?" Zheng Zixi doubted: "Can the government really suppress all media and not report on it?"

"Haha, you are still too naive."

Qi Mao glanced at her: "How many homicide cases in the country have you seen that are fully reported? Of course, it may be difficult to control the murders that occur in places with densely populated areas, but this case, because it happened In a sparsely populated place, only the police arrived at the scene immediately. Secondly, because of the complexity of the case, the police considered it from many aspects. Firstly, in order not to interfere with the arrest of the murderer, and secondly, in order to avoid negative social impact, so this matter was Suppressed."

Of course, Fatty didn't say everything yet. It wasn't because he was afraid of having his water meter checked. It was just that some of the inside information was too shocking and it was hard to tell him clearly.

Hearing what the fat man said, everyone present couldn't help but become curious, especially Han Yuqing who couldn't wait to ask: "Then tell me quickly, what kind of accident is it? Oh, what kind of case is it?"

"That was nearly eight months ago. I remember that my eldest brother-in-law hadn't been home for a long time due to work reasons, which led to my eldest brother-in-law calling my wife to complain because I was nearby at the time and was a little curious... It happened later. About a month later, my uncle also came back, so I found an opportunity to drink with him... Hehe, you all know that a man can't control his mouth when he is drunk, although my uncle usually I always abide by the rules, but when I get drunk, I can’t abide by the rules.”

As the fat man slowly told, a strange case slowly unfolded in front of everyone. (To be continued ~^~.)