I Want to be Alone, Beautifully

The more Xu Jiao read that gray book, the more headache she felt.

She pressed her forehead and threw the face of the blond little girl out of her mind, and even the black snake was swept into the corner of her memory.

After being quiet for a long time, she opened her eyes again, her black eyes regained her usual indifferent appearance, she packed her mood, and said to the system:

"Next book, what is the next world?"

The system was silent for a while, and said to her: "There is one thing I think you need to know."

Xu Jiao lifted her chin and looked at the ceiling above her head. Everything in this space was false. The voice of the system came from above. She quietly gave an "um" and motioned the other party to speak straight.

"At present, you have tried to modify the ending of four books in total. Only one succeeded, and the failure rate reached 75%. The only successful world was the help of the novice poverty alleviation gift package. Although it did not meet the opening conditions of the punishment mechanism, In the next world, your influence and control over the world will decline to a certain extent."

Xu Jiao narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean?"

The system was a little difficult to explain to her, so she gave an example: "For example, in the first and second books, even if you don’t have any special abilities, the will of the world will be very close to you and let you Can easily influence the development of the protagonist or the storyline--"

"But in this case, the success rate of your ending modification is still very low. The system determines that you are due to your special status and lack of empathy for the stories in the book, so in the next world, you will lose some The privilege of being a creator of the world."

Xu Jiao pinned these words of the Pin System.

She suddenly saw the cruel side of this harmony system hidden under the cold mission mechanism.

If you insist on being as passive and sabotaged as you did in the first world, you will eventually become ordinary in this journey time and time again, even like the characters in your pen, rigid and paper, because you have lost your identity. The Creator's position advantage and the world's affinity for herself, she will even encounter some terrible accidents like ordinary people, and it is very possible to lose her life suddenly.

The longer she stays in these books, the more danger Xu Jiao will face.

The more difficult it is to modify the ending.

But she can't get lost in this kind of difficulty in order to meet the requirements of the system, just let her come and see whether these books make her lose faster, or she has the last laugh.

Xu Jiao raised her lips and faintly replied, "I know."

She said, "Can you arrange the next one?"

The system was silent for a moment and replied: "Okay."

The girl sitting in the chair gazes across the bookshelf. When scanning the titles of the books, the relevant settings and the contents of them emerge one by one in their minds. Although some are far away from now, they also have vagueness in their minds. Memories and approximate impressions.

at this time--

She saw a name.

"Building No. 18".

Xu Jiao's breathing stopped for a moment, and she turned her eyes away instinctively, thinking that it might not be so coincidental. After all, when this book was originally written, because there was no inspiration, it ended hurriedly and was unfinished.

Just as she was thinking about it, the title of the book suddenly lit up with golden light in her sight.

Before her consciousness became blurred, Xu Jiao's face suddenly became a little ugly.

Because of this...

It is a horror.

...

"Building No.18" is a work written by Xu Jiao when the trend of horror was in the air, but her website is based on romantic tones. This kind of sadness reflects the social reality. The subject matter is not liked by many people.

After all, life is hard enough, who wants to continue to be hard pressed while watching it? Seeing the CEO with tens of millions of wealth kneeling in front of him and begging himself not to leave, because he can't live without you; seeing the neighbor’s house is a handsome celebrity, the former star and the star Pengyue is a cult, but the queen has a crush on you. The little green plum next door... Isn't this kind of cookie fragrant?

It's not that there is no way for the theme of the drama to survive.

It's this kind of theme. The foreshadowing and conception required are very delicate, and it is a theme that requires a sinking heart to manage with heart. Xu Jiao is actually better at Shuangwen routines. When trying this new theme, it is inevitable to stumble. , It was very uncomfortable, and the reader response of this earlier issue at that time was not very good, so she simply wrote a short story unfinished.

In her vision, "Building No. 18" is a story that takes place in a university dormitory.

There are some familiar stories in common between schools, such as books that suddenly turn up in the middle of the night in the classroom, and there must be a night bus at the bus stop near the school. If you get on that bus late at night, you will I found that the car was full of people, but each was quiet and the atmosphere was weird...

As for those pens-cents, thirteen stairs, etc., they have all been spread to the streets.

In this book, there is a very old dormitory for girls, which is far away from the cafeteria and the teaching building. It is halfway up a mountain, and when the weather is clear, you can see a beautiful view.

But the location of this dormitory is very strange, and some accidents occurred during the construction.

School girls who live in this dormitory will always be unlucky. For example, during the postgraduate entrance examination, there will be very many people who can’t think of jumping off the building; the freshmen who come in are always disagreeable and even develop into bloodshed... There was a high rate of lateness for the final exam. There was always an empty flushing sound in the toilet. It was so big that someone with mental illness was admitted. At the graduation party, he pulled out a knife and suddenly killed the unjust and unencumbered classmates.

For some time, s changed it into a boys’ dormitory. After a few years, he changed to a new principal, and found that the dormitory is close to the liberal arts teaching building. There are few liberal arts boys, so there are basically three people living in this building. There is more than enough room, and if you transfer science and engineering or physical education students, the distance to the class is too far, and it is troublesome to catch the school bus. I went around and changed the building back to the girls’ dormitory.

When Xu Jiao wrote this book, she deliberately made an attempt at the angle of group portrait——

In other words.

This book is a unit story, it shouldn't have a protagonist.

But because it was unfinished, only two or three small units were written, so if you insist on picking it...probably, there may be any ghost in it that is in common and can be the protagonist in a cameo?

Xu Jiao thought and guessed in a daze when she was sent to the story in the book by the system.

...

The bright incandescent light covers people’s eyelids, making people feel a deep dark red in front of them. After Xu Jiao opened her eyes, she first raised her hand to block her in front of her, and then she gradually realized from her fingers that she was away from the ceiling. The lamp on the top is very close.

The long, most common light tube, as if you can reach it by just raising your hand.

At first, Xu Jiao didn't quite understand what her posture was to get so close to the ceiling, until she noticed the green hollow bed pole in her eyes. She held the pole and sat up cross-legged, only to find that she was sleeping on the upper bunk.

This is the upper and lower bunks of a camp bed structure. The color is the most common green. You can sleep with a plank and a few layers of cushions. On the small bed under her ass, there is only a thin layer of cotton blanket, plus one. Old yellowed summer mat.

The weaves on the edges are all damaged, leaking out the matting surface.

The quilt was an ugly red flower face. Xu Jiao raised her hand and opened it, only to realize that she was a pale blue pajamas with a washed-out and whitish texture. The style was also the round territorial style with a buttoned round neckline.

Fortunately, there are not many things on the bed, but there is a hill of books piled on the bedside. At a glance, the top one is "50 sets of simulation test questions over the years for CET-6 English".

Xu Jiao: "..."

hiss.

Didn't she just brush up on this stuff in the world of Shen Yelan?

She averted her gaze and looked at other places in the room. She saw the exact same bed on the opposite side, except that the upper bunk was filled with many cosmetics. At first glance, it looked like a daigou’s nest, and there are many familiar to her. Products, there are some makeup sponges, eyelash curlers, scissors and the like.

Xu Jiao couldn't imagine what kind of creatures sleeping in this nest.

The lower bunk wall over there is covered with posters, the style is beautiful, the bed is also covered with a brand-new book, the cover is exquisite figure painting, the slender waist and thin lips are handsome, it feels... the owner of this bed is very Probably a rotten girl.

Between the two beds facing each other, there is a large rectangular iron table. On the table are piles of books high up on a mountain, as well as potted cacti, yellow plastic rice bowls with tableware and so on... The mess is endless.

at this time.

There was a ping-pong-pong-pong sound at the door, and a girl's sharp voice sounded:

"Damn, you stand here motionless most of the night, are you going to scare people to death?"

The innocent female voice said: "?? I am here to send a message, the signal of this building is not good, you don't know, you didn't see it, did you?"

The third voice intervened: "Forget it, hey, don't be so sensitive, it's okay classmates, we just watched some horror movies during the day and we were scared, it's okay, sorry."

Afterwards, the door handle of the dormitory was unscrewed. The heavy anti-theft door should have been used for too many years, the door shaft was a bit rusty, and every door opened with a huge creak.

Two girls with towels on their heads walked in, one in bear pajamas and the other in nightgowns. The styles were much more normal than those of Xu Jiao, like normal students living in the 21st century.

The two of them met Xu Jiao, who was on the bunk by the window, and were photographed by her calm black eyes. They took a step back in terror, and then they patted their chests together:

"Oh my mom."

"Xu Jiao, why do you suddenly look at us like this? It scares me to death."

Xu Jiao hasn't told the system to receive the memory, so she doesn't know these two people for the time being, she just pursed her lips, and said, "Um... I heard your voice."

The two girls stood still in shock, and then they closed the door. Although they were talking and laughing on their faces, Xu Jiao could see that their movements were a little stiff and tight, as if...she was afraid of something.

Before she could observe anything, the two of them said they were going downstairs to blow their hair, and suddenly raised their heads and asked Xu Jiao: "Hey, Xiao Xu, are you not afraid?"

Xu Jiao: "Huh?"

Seeing her seemingly unresponsive, the two roommates seemed to acquiesce to some facts, glanced at each other, and said embarrassingly: "Can you...can you accompany us downstairs to blow our hair? It's eleven o'clock now." Well, cough cough, after all, we only played that game during the day, so I was a little scared, can you go with us? I feel safer if there are more people."

Xu Jiao's eyes moved, and when she was about to respond, she asked the system to send her the memory of the original owner, but suddenly there was a shock at her feet.

It's the sound of the phone ringing.

She dialed the quilt to the side, and then saw a very old phablet with a little paint off the edges. The protective film was covered with scratches, the corners were lifted, and the screen was densely packed. The spider web looks broken, and I don't know if it is the screen or the mobile phone display inside.

She pursed her lips and shook her mobile phone at the two girls, showing a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Ah, isn't it the call from your house? You pick you up, it's the same if we two go by ourselves."

Xu Jiao lowered her eyes and glanced at the caller ID, and saw that the word "home" was simply remarked on it. She hesitated for a while, and still swiped to answer. The phone's touch screen was not very sensitive, and it took two or three times for her to respond.

The connection is a bit slow.

Then, there was a sizzling electric noise inside. Just as Xu Jiao wondered if this was a prank call, a very vicissitudes of life and a loud voice finally came out from the other end:

"Smelly boy! Don't have to read and break your mind, and even hang up your mother's phone during the day! Tell me how much money you can earn after studying at university? Don't you want to go out to work!"

"I've inquired about it. Your university is not a very good school. You can only pay a few thousand dollars a month when you come out to the sky. When will you be able to pay off the debt for your family? You don't want to be stubborn with us! We give it all. You've seen it, that family is pretty good!"

"People gave us a hundred thousand yuan. Our family can replace all the tiles in the old house and build a new house. Isn’t there air-conditioning in the city in summer? We also have one in our house. Give you a house. Have one too, okay? Are you content? Let me tell you, you don’t have to think that you are hiding in school and not coming back. I have already sent you things! I have also given out the eight characters! You don’t I want to run!"

Xu Jiao's ears were confused by the thick local accent, she was able to discern the contents with a guess, frowning inadvertently.

She didn’t speak from beginning to end, and found that “you’re more sensible”, “you have to be obedient, people can’t live so selfishly”, “you can be regarded as earning money for the family in advance”... Content.

Slightly moving the phone away from her ear, Xu Jiao said in her heart: "System--"

"Now send me the memory of the original owner."

The cold voice of the system sounded: "It is transmitting for you."

...

Ten seconds later.

Xu Jiao opened her eyes again, and she heard a hung-up movement in her ear: "Beep..."

The phone screen is restored to the original pattern of the lock screen.

But she already knows all the stories about the original owner. This girl was born in a rural area and her family was very poor since she was a child. There was no money for her to study. When she was frugal to go to school, when she was ten years old, her parents spent money. For a big price, a son passed over from a relative's house.

I won’t mention all the hardships I have suffered in order to go to university. Now, her parents know of a money-making work from nowhere, and they have tossed around the town and heard a work. They gave out her horoscopes and lent them to those. The dead children of wealthy people are worthy of a vaginal marriage.

This is a bad habit handed down from the old society.

I heard that in the past, people who were not yet married died unexpectedly. The family worried that they didn’t have a partner at the bottom, so they would specially invite someone to match them. At first, this kind of thing was only in two families. They all lost their children. Later, because of the interests involved, some people began to find some poor families in the countryside to make the right for the rich.

The parents of the original owner "sell" Xu Jiao for a big price this time.

But because she couldn't follow it, and didn't know how the two people moved in their hometown, they even said nonsense to others that the two children should be contacted first, so they sent something about Xu Jiaoyin's marriage partner. come.

The box wrapped in the black courier bag was placed by the door of the dormitory.

Xu Jiao's eyes were fixed on it--

Suddenly another thing came to mind.

There are only three girls in the dormitory she is in. The bed under her is empty. During the day, the other two roommates—let’s call them Ai Ai and Xiaoli, they don’t know where they are from. Heard of a thrilling and terrifying game, and dragged her to play "Please Pen-Xian".

Because there was no movement in the pens held by the three at the time of the invitation, Ai Ai and Xiaoli sneered on the spot and threw the pens aside, and did not perform any subsequent rituals of giving away the gods.

In other words.

If the ritual at that time was successful, and the courier box really contained the important part of the "yin marriage" object, maybe Xu Jiao was now under the same roof with two other alien creatures?

She raised her eyebrows and ignored the creaking and creaking sound of the door being blown by the wind, nor did she care about the inexplicably erected hair on her back when she thought of these two things, she only asked the system in her heart:

"Can you tell me who the protagonist of this book is?"

System: "...I will detect it when it appears."

Xu Jiao changed the question: "Okay, then in such a mysterious and terrifying story, what direction is he?"

The system seriously answers: "When you leave this book, the content of the book will automatically generate the most reasonable ending based on what you have done. At that time, we will judge whether it is he or not based on the content."

Xu Jiao: "..."

She asked in a strange voice: "That is, you opened your mouth with a mouthful, and the ending is all by babbling?"

The system still wants to quibble, but unfortunately the content is not very convincing, so she can only be silent and let Xu Jiao ridicule it as a third-rate system.

Xu Jiao scolded it for being vigorous, and suddenly heard a sentence:

"It is detected that the heroine is about to have a blood and light disaster, please save it in time."

Xu Jiao: "...?"

Where is the heroine, you say!

...

The door of the dormitory was opened again, and Qian Ai, who was walking in front and loved makeup, kicked a black box, looked down in fright, and then smiled helplessly at Xu:

"When are you dismantling this broken courier? It's really too obstructive to put it here. What did you buy, so heavy?"

Zhou Qili smiled gently, lowered her head to help Xu Jiao put the courier box back in place, then went to the lower bunk opposite Xu Jiao to sit down, stepped on the chair beside the bed, and lowered her head to take what she hadn't finished reading.

Xu Jiao supported the railing and stepped on the hollow metal ladder to get out of bed. She was about to say something. She suddenly felt that her ankle was pulled by some force. She couldn't stabilize her at once, and she fell through the air. Go down.

His knees ran across the corner of the drawer next to the iron table, and a long red mark was scratched.

I bumped my head and my elbow, and then I fell on the floor between the table and the bed. I felt pain everywhere on my body. Qian Ai and Zhou Qili were both stupefied by her sudden slip of the foot and rushed to get close. Come here.

"Are you OK?"

"What are you doing so anxiously to get out of bed this night? My God, your feet are bleeding!"

In the dizzy pain, Xu Jiao raised her right hand and helped her on the table foot. She wanted to get up. The two roommates wanted to help her, but they didn’t dare to touch her. Ask her how she feels next to her.

Xu Jiao licked her lower lip, her eyes dizzy because of the incandescent lamp above her head. She glanced at her lower bunk and found that it was empty, with only dusty wooden boards, and the poles that she had stepped on were smooth, with no excess. s things.

Zhou Qili and Qian Ai are also opposite her, it is impossible to come over suddenly.

Then...

What was it just now that pulled her ankle?

She was suspicious in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She just hooked her lips weakly and said to the two roommates: "It's okay, I'll do it slowly, wait a minute."

After a while, Xu Jiao slowly got up from the ground, and saw a red blood stain from her calf all the way down to the ankle, which was especially shocking.

The pain is also very obvious.

She breathed out a low breath, Qian Ai immediately said: "I have iodophor, don't move, Lili, help her sit down, I will look for it! Hey, it's so serious, do you want to go to the school doctor's room? Is it safer to fight tetanus for this kind of injury?"

Qian Ai talked about iodophor in the kennel-like thing on his bed.

Zhou Qili helped Xu Jiao to sit down in a chair and checked her body for any other injuries. Xu Jiao lowered her eyes and suddenly heard the system say in her heart:

"Helping the heroine to avoid the disaster of blood and light failed, please keep the host's efforts."

Xu Jiao's eyes were sharp for a moment.

The heroine was injured just now?

Wait, the heroine of this story...

Who the **** is it?

She asked the system: "How far is the distance between me and the heroine?"

System: "Less than one meter."

Xu Jiao: "!"

Within one meter, isn't it the only one who gets injured?

"Boom." The sound of the cartons colliding suddenly sounded.

Qian Ai stopped moving, "What sound?"

Zhou Qili glanced at the door subconsciously and found that the courier box she had placed next to the washbasin seemed to...moved a long distance in the direction of the house, and it turned out to be at Qian Ai's feet.

The surroundings were empty, there was nothing, I don't know what force moved it.

The dormitory suddenly became quiet.

Qian Ai subconsciously looked at Zhou Qili, and the two of them didn't know what to think of, their eyes gradually became panic-

Xu Jiao interrupted the horror atmosphere they created at this moment.

"There is water on the ground, my express box may be a little slippery on the water, or should I take it apart?"

Those who stand up to break the terrible breath at this time will invisibly become the backbone of the timid.

Even if they were worried about something weird in the box, Qian Ai and Zhou Qili inevitably wanted to investigate the crisis with their own eyes, and nodded to Xu Jiao.

Xu Jiao jumped over with one foot, fumbled a pair of scissors from the table, cut open the package, lowered her head and opened the somewhat long paper box. As soon as she opened a corner, she saw the corner of a heavy piece of wood exposed inside. , There is a bit of wild carving pattern road.

wood?

She tore open all the seals of the carton, and reached in, her fingertips touched the depression in the middle of the wood.

at the same time--

The contents of the box are also fully presented under the light.

It was a long dark wood with a string of beautiful words engraved on it. It was a "Daughter of the Zheng Family" in the past. Let alone other content, Xu Jiao is no stranger to this stuff.

This is what often appears in TV dramas and is enshrined by incense after death...

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