Horror Anchor Who Emerged From Hell

Sister Chen personally dictated the first ghost story written by her husband Gao Bo.

Is the story scary?

It doesn't seem very scary.

And this is a very common story about life, old age, illness and death.

But Sister Chen's husband seemed extremely excited after writing this story.

Her husband is not a new author of a supernatural special issue, but a supernatural author who has published many articles.

He should know very well that such a story may arouse the emotional resonance of others, but it may not create a sense of fear that makes people think deeply.

Without a sense of fear, this wouldn't be a good ghost story.

After Jiang Ye pondered for a while, he asked, "Is this story over?"

Sister Chen took a long breath on the other end of the phone and said: "At that time, I thought the story was over. After listening to the story, I acted very calmly, because there was nothing surprising about it, and the story was very popular."

"Yeah, we feel the same way you do."

"But after my husband died and I was sorting through his belongings, I saw the ending."

"Oh? What's the ending like?"

"After my husband died, I started sorting out his belongings. He liked to keep his manuscripts the most, because they were very important and commemorative things to him. When I was sorting out that day, I saw this story . But the style is different. The story at the beginning was from the perspective of the people in that story, but what my husband ended up writing was from his own perspective.”

Sister Chen’s words are easy to understand, that is, the first version is the third perspective, and the last version is the first perspective, which is the common perspective of me.

"It was my first day at the funeral parlor. When I touched the cold walls, I always felt that what I was touching was not bricks. It was the rigor mortis that occurs in the body after death. I walked in In the cremation room, Master smiled at me and asked me to help him carry the body into the furnace. "

"There are patches of black and yellow stains in the stove, which are left over time after the body fat is burned when the body is cremated. It is difficult to clean, but I don't know why I especially like to get close to the stove. I like it. That smell made me have the urge to touch the stains many times. I knew they were left by corpse oil. The equipment in the funeral home had not been cleaned for many years. I thought they must be hundreds or thousands. One or even more people stayed, right?”

"There were men, women, children, or old people who had died. Finally, I couldn't hold it back any longer and put my hand on the stove, which had not yet been lit and had cooled down like an ice cube. At that moment, something suddenly appeared in my mind. There were so many faces. Master was very angry and scolded me loudly, so I had no choice but to retract my hand."

"He opened the lid of the ice coffin with a livid face. I walked towards him, but when I walked to the edge of the ice coffin, I was completely covered. It was a face that was so young and familiar. . I clearly remember when he and I were chatting under the tree last night, I asked him where the scar on his eyebrow came from. "

"He said he got it accidentally while playing when he was a kid. Yes... I remember it very clearly. The scar on the corner of his eyebrow was caused by playing around when he was a kid. The young man lying in the hotel now has the same scar. He had the same scar on his face, although his appearance had changed slightly due to the tightening of his lips after freezing, but I still recognized him at a glance."

"Master asked me what are you doing standing there? If you don't have the guts, go home and don't work in the funeral parlor. I explained to him and asked him if there was an old man who came for cremation last night? Master told me , the cremation was very peaceful yesterday, no one was cremated.”

"At that moment, it was like a thunderbolt suddenly struck my mind. It shouldn't have happened. That person and I chatted under the tree for more than two hours. Who was the person I was chatting with last night? No one came for the cremation, but I saw many people in mourning clothes sitting on the threshold smoking, lying by the window watching the cremation of their relatives, or squatting under the tree chatting with me. "

"But why were the dead not cremated, but the good people turned into corpses and appeared in front of me? I didn't understand, so I told the master. His face suddenly became pale, and there was a look in his eyes. They were all flashing, asking me, did you really chat with him for more than two hours last night? I said yes, the master suddenly became anxious, pulled down all the curtains, and went to put the clothes in the cabinet. The Bodhisattva who was sitting was invited out."

"He used a very strange voice and told me, remember, no matter you are here as a temporary worker or want to be a permanent worker, just stay here honestly for the rest of the seven or forty-nine days. Can’t you learn more or less in a day?”

"I don't understand the reason, but Master's words frightened me at that time, and I could only nod numbly. After Master worshiped the Bodhisattva, he calmed down a little, and then he asked me to get the person out of the hotel. Lift it up and put it in the furnace for cremation."

"I did what he said. At that time, Master insisted that I lift my head. I was unwilling but dared not to listen. He lifted his feet and the two of us worked hard together. People often say that a heavy person likes to use his strength to death. "Shen Shen Shen", at that moment I realized that the dead person is really heavy, no matter whether his body is dry or not, only those who have carried it themselves can understand the heaviness at that moment. "

"It's just that when I lifted it up hard, the back of his head was stuck in the ice coffin, and I tore his scalp open...!"

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