The Strongest Terror System

When Dean said this, his eyes fell on Xia Feng again. As for Tina, she also looked at Xia Feng, obviously hoping that Xia Feng could give some explanations, but Xia Feng did not speak, just motioned Dean to continue. Go down.

Although he is a Celestial Master, not all the so-called strange things in this world are caused by evil spirits.

In a situation like Dean encountered, it is not impossible for humans to do it.

For example, a person who knows Dean better, even knows his living habits well, and is relatively proficient in computers, then he can do it, first hack into his computer to communicate with him, follow him the next day, and then give him Short message.

This kind of more perverted approach, he used to be able to see often in American horror movies.

American-style horror films are very surprising compared to Japanese-style horror films.

In the former movies, there is almost no evil, even if there is a terrifying element of evil in the movie itself, it will not suddenly appear in front of the audience, it is only an indirect performance.

The atmosphere has basically been in a tense and depressed state, and there is no strong explosion.

But in Japanese-style movies, evil spirits are usually shown directly, and the explosive force is very strong. Basically, when the plot is plain as water, it suddenly bursts out, scaring your scalp, and then it tends to be dull again. When you let your guard down, keep blasting.

Although the incident that Dean talked about has nothing to do with horror movies, movies are also cultural expressions, especially in the United States, which pays more attention to realism, so there should be a lot of such incidents.

At least hearing it now, I can't explain anything.

Dean is actually a little reluctant to say it. Although these things are his own experiences, and he is not the only one in the family at the moment, he is still reluctant to talk about these things.

Xia Feng can also understand Dean's mentality. It's like telling people ghost stories, especially when he tells the strange things he has personally experienced.

Because this is equivalent to being brought back to the scene at that time, like experiencing it again.

"When I got off the bus with my computer in my hand and was about to walk home, another terrifying thing happened to me.

I don't know when my mobile phone turned on the Facebook live broadcast.

And no matter how I turn it off, I can't turn it off.

The phone seemed to be dead, with no response at all. The only thing that was displayed was the face that appeared on the screen of the phone when I was looking at it.

I shook the phone vigorously, wishing to throw it on the ground and shatter it.

But before I could do this, a phone call with no number displayed suddenly came in.

I also did not confirm the answer, and a voice was heard from it.

It was a man's voice.

The tone was very solemn, and it sounded full of malice.

He said, Dean, I'm going to find you at night, and then I'll smash your coffee maker.

Then dump the pieces completely on your bed.

I scolded him after listening, asked him which **** he was, and warned him not to mess around.

It didn't say anything, it just used that kind of gloomy smile, hehe laughed twice.

After that, the phone was hung up, and the stuck Facebook live broadcast was also withdrawn. The phone turned off without warning when there was 60% of the battery remaining.

I was so frightened that I almost ran home with my computer in my arms.

When I got back, I called the nearby police officer Richard and told him about my harassment. He laughed at me and said that it must be that boring guy playing a prank on me. Don't be afraid, he'll come to me tonight to unravel the other side's deception in person.

Richard and I have a pretty good relationship because we're both from New York and have pretty much the same experience, and he's now in charge of this area of ​​our house, so we go out for a few drinks every now and then.

Richard came to my house around 5:00 pm. I saw that he really kept his promise and I was very grateful.

I sat him down and, as I am now, told him my experience in great detail.

But he still doesn't think so, because he is an atheist and only believes in the baton and gun in his hand, and nothing else.

Richard talked to his wife and I ordered him some cold beer, he liked to drink, plus there was a Lakers game that night, so he was going to be at my house, drinking beer and watching Competition, waiting for the guy who threatened me to show up.

Although Richard didn't care, he was still very solid in my heart.

It was around 8 p.m. I remember that the Lakers were behind by a few points just after halftime, which also made Richard drink two more bottles, and when he was ranting about the Lakers head coach, I Suddenly I heard some noise in the kitchen.

I called Richard, but Richard was still talking to himself, and I went to the kitchen by myself.

After I entered the kitchen, I found that there was nothing unusual in the kitchen, but when I was about to turn around and come out, I suddenly thought of something.

Then I started looking for it, and it turned out to be something that sent a chill down my spine, and I swear to God I never lied.

My coffee pot is gone.

You must know that the coffee pot was placed next to the coffee machine before. It is something I use every day, but I searched carefully in the kitchen~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but did not find it.

I thought about the call I received earlier, and went back to the living room in horror, telling Richard that the coffee pot was missing.

As I was talking, I suddenly heard the sound of glass breaking, which came from my bedroom.

But with the bedroom window closed, even if the wind outside is strong, it is obviously impossible to blow the glass.

I didn't dare to go in. Richard thought about what I said to him before, so he didn't dare to be careless at this time, and motioned me to stay here and don't move. He took out his gun and pointed it at the bedroom door. While moving towards the bedroom, he warned the people inside not to make small moves, otherwise he wouldn't mind opening a blood hole in the other's head.

As Richard walked, he warned what was inside, but suddenly there was no sound in the bedroom, as if the sound they had just heard was just an accident.

The bedroom door was closed, Richard came to the door, and then kicked the door directly.

But before he could step in, a gray-white hand suddenly seeped out from the door, and it grabbed Richard's neck.

Richard gave a scream, followed by several gunshots.

He was pulled into the bedroom, and then the bedroom was quiet again.

As if nothing had happened just now.

Richard was dragged into the bedroom by a grey-and-white human hand, and I was paralyzed on the sand in sheer terror.

After about 5 minutes, the bedroom door opened on its own, and then the lights in the living room flickered without warning.

boned...

Then, Richard's head rolled out of the bedroom like a football!

It's really like a football being applied,"

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