The temple's hall of worship has collapsed in half, and Yang forged a cursory bow, and casually found a corner to sit down. At this time the phone suddenly rang, is a text message, the number is a very long string of numbers.
The SMS is a story, the name of the story is called "rainy night talk about ghosts", the content is: a night with heavy rain, three people of unknown origin meet to a deserted temple. It is rumored that this night is the night of the seven stars that are rare in a hundred years, and a treasure of great value will appear in this broken temple. According to the legend, only a ghost story can lure the treasure out, the more scary the better, so they discussed each person to tell a ghost story ......
The story ends here.
The night is getting deeper and deeper, but the rain has no tendency to weaken, Yang foraging feel more and more heavy eyelids, and finally fell into a deep sleep. I do not know how long, Yang foraging was woken up by a sound, she squinted her eyes to measure the surrounding, but found that there is a fire in front of her, next to three people sitting around, two women and one man, listening to the tone of voice should be the same as their own is also in the hiking on the way to meet the heavy rain.
The woman wearing black-rimmed glasses is called Liang Xiaoxiao, a company's supervisor, Yang foraging always feel her face pale a little scary. The man who hides his face under the hood is called Zhang Sheng, a freelance worker, and in the middle of summer he still uses a coat to wrap his whole body tightly. The last woman is called Du Cuckoo, looks although not as beautiful as Yang foraging, but also to say the past, just a lot of freckles on the face, she claimed to be a hospital doctor.
Liang Xiaoxiao ruffled the fire: "I'm afraid this rain won't stop for a while, it's boring anyway, why don't we each tell a ghost story to pass the time." The other two agreed. Yang foraging thought that since they did not find themselves, why not pretend to sleep and listen to it.
Liang Xiaoxiao said, "I'll start with my idea, and the story I'm going to tell is called Soup." Her ghastly white face surfaced a bizarre smile, the corner of the wall Yang foraging heart a vicious chill.
This is a story I have experienced myself.
I was thirty-two years old that year, and I was the supervisor of a small company. Our company is to do electronic products, most of the employees on the assembly line are less than twenty-year-old girls. They dropped out of school early to enter the community, there is no skill can only come to us such a small factory to sell labor. The factory is far away from the city, whenever there is no order, the group of energetic girls have nothing to do, for which I specially purchased a number of poor quality sports equipment to let them pass the time, and sports equipment is placed in the dormitory downstairs in the utility room.
One morning just after sunrise, the girl, Ling, ran to me in a panic, saying that last night when she came to return the volleyball, she found that the light in the utility room was on, and when she knocked on the door, the light inside went out. That's when she smelled a peculiar aroma, and at the time all she felt was extra hungry, and she doesn't remember anything after that. This morning she found herself sleeping in the warehouse with a headache. I was shocked, and under her hard questioning, I had to tell her about the incident that happened two years ago.
Two years ago the head of this company was a suave man who seduced a new girl and quickly dumped her. By the way, that girl was also called Ling. Ling couldn't take the shock and hanged herself in the utility room where they first had sex. Since then, this utility room will always be lit at night, will also emit a kind of inexplicable fragrance, some people say that this is Ling's favorite before she was born but have not been able to afford to buy the Lanc?me perfume smell ...... My story is not yet finished, in front of my eyes, Ling has already run away without a trace. I looked at her distant back and smiled.
This night, I came to the utility room to close the door, lit the lamp, began last night was interrupted by Ling's work. I dragged out a body, the body was a young girl, I still remember clearly how sweetly she smiled in front of me yesterday evening, her young and healthy flesh made me drool with envy. I set up a large iron pot filled with a special potion and placed this young corpse in it, the soup soon opened up and a special aroma of meat immediately overflowed the entire utility room.
I have contracted a disease since I was a child, and I don't know why, but my skin aged particularly fast, and just after I turned ten my face was full of wrinkles. My parents went around seeking medical treatment, and finally in the hands of a traveler to buy a secret recipe at a high price, will be young and beautiful women put into a special potion to cook, as long as I drink the boiled broth, the skin can become delicate and smooth, used to cook the soup of the younger and more beautiful women, the more fragrant this soup is more effective. The reason why I bought this factory is because there are a lot of materials used for boiling soup here.
I swallowed and spooned a mouthful into my mouth when I heard a voice ask, "How does this soup taste?"
I casually replied, "Not bad, it's good." The words just finished I realized something was wrong, looked up, the girl inside the pot grabbed the spoon in my hand in the pot to scoop up the soup, the meat on her face a piece of falling, soup splash, but she seemed to have no consciousness as a mouthful of soup to drink it all. I was scared silly, did not dare to move, she finished the soup licked her lips and said: "really good, I'm still not full, the next will drink your soup ......"
Liang Xiaoxiao told the story laughed, the face of the white powder rustling down.
Yang foraging lunch just when someone gave her a bowl of broth, this time almost spit out. Cuckoo spat: "That's disgusting, but not real enough, or listen to me." The story is called The Scalpel.
I've been a coward since I was a child, but my father, who is a doctor, expects me to take his place, and I reluctantly have to do as I'm told.
I spent only six months in medical school before I quickly became accustomed to death of all kinds, and my teachers made us study every organ endlessly. I had no friends at school until I met Sister Ling. She was three years older than me and stayed in the lab all day for graduate school. He had a boyfriend who was very good looking, I never understood why Ling was willing to leave such a good boyfriend out to dry while spending all night in the lab with dead bodies, at least I didn't dare to stay alone in the lab building until midnight. She never believed in any legends of spirits and ghosts, and she always disdained those girls who loved to scream, in her words: medical students shouldn't be afraid of ghosts.
That day, I joked with her, and I told a story that was widely circulated in the medical school: "After the clock strikes twelve o'clock in the morning, throw a dissecting knife behind you in the lab, and if there is no sound of the knife hitting the ground, then there is a dead spirit behind you who secretly catches the knife... ... "Ling laughed and scolded me for being a boring little kid, then hurried into that gray building.
The next day, Sister Ling was found dead in that lab, and the autopsy report said the cause of death was sudden cardiac paralysis. After that, I heard that a girl had really died in the lab before, and she was also a very good friend of Sister Ling's, and everyone now suspects that Sister Ling murdered her that year.
Sister Ling's boyfriend was very sad, I duly comforted him as a good friend, and later, he became my boyfriend. Then later, I also began to prepare for graduate school, my time in the laboratory building more and more long, Sister Ling's things I have long forgotten.
That night, I stayed late in the lab, and twelve o'clock had already passed. I suddenly remembered that year that joke, when the wind blew the laboratory window creaking, the scalpel in my hand suddenly became particularly conspicuous, it seems to emanate a strong uneasiness, ghosts, my hand seems to lose control. By the time I realized it, the scalpel had already been thrown behind me. My heart is beating fast, one second, two seconds ...... behind me is still quiet, deep into the marrow of the quiet.
Three years ago that night, I secretly followed behind Ling, I know she has a congenital heart disease like me, and even more so, she has a heart of immense curiosity. I hid behind her and caught the two scalpels she threw behind her back, and then, she was scared alive. I don't regret losing this friend at all, who made her boyfriend my favorite type as well.
I picked up another scalpel and threw it behind me, still nothing landed. I turned around and looked, behind me stood the long-haired, shoulder-length sister Ling, who was still holding two knives in her hand ......
Liang Xiaoxiao asked then what, are you dead yet? Du Cuckoo lowered his head and played with the knife in his hand smiled and did not say anything, Yang foraging always feel that there is an indescribable weirdness between her eyebrows and eyes.
Zhang Sheng pulled his hood down and began his story.
The name of the story is The Third Party.
Zhang Sheng said, three years ago I was seriously injured by a car on the way home, and the accident kept me in bed for a whole year. In this year, my wife, Ling, was busy taking care of me. Ling is my college classmate, was a famous beauty on campus at the time, the suitors gathered, the most favored is the leading enterprises in Heng Yun City Zheng Da Group's second young master Zheng Heng. Zheng Heng is a young man with a lot of gold, and Ling is a natural beauty and multi-talented, so the two of them naturally came together and became a pair of lovers in everyone's eyes.
But Zheng Heng's father strongly opposed to their marriage, the young and vigorous two desperate, finally decided to martyrdom. They arranged to jump into the green water lake of Heng Yun University on a full moon night with dumbbells strapped on both of them. They hold hands, slowly into the cold lake, just when the lake is about to submerge their heads, Zheng Heng regrets, he took out a dagger that had been prepared to cut the rope to escape alone, Ling watched his lover swim back to the shore without looking back. In Ling's despair, I appeared, I do not care about jumping into the cold lake, crazy and pull Ling escaped to the shore. After graduation, I got married to Ling, and the married life is also very harmonious.
In the two years since I was discharged from the hospital, my body has not been very good, and rarely go out, I gradually found that Ling seems to have changed a person, she is often alone, and do not talk to me. This situation makes me think of a very sensitive word: third party.
This day, when it was dark, Ling carefully dressed up a bit out of the door, I quietly followed, but I saw her get into a car and go away. This car is three years ago, the car hit me, and the owner of the car, that is, now this third party, but is Ling's first love Zheng Heng. Now Zheng Heng's father has died, and I watched him kneel down and propose to Ling, and I just felt the world crumble in front of me.
At night I finally figured out that loving someone means letting go, as long as the person you love can be happy. I decided to ask my wife for a divorce tonight, but I searched through the closet and couldn't find the marriage license.
When the story came to this, Yang觅 could no longer hold back, she walked to the fire and sat down: "Is this a ghost story or a love story?"
The three saw that Yang forging did not have the slightest surprise, Zhang Sheng told himself.
At this time, however, Ling cried and ran upstairs, took out a black and white picture of Zhang Sheng from the cupboard, and hugged that picture tightly and cried loudly, "Sheng, Zheng Heng asked me to marry him again today, and he said that he really didn't mean to do it in the car accident three years ago, and I still refused him, even though you've already been gone for two years, but I still can't forget you. "
Standing in front of the window, I turned my face, facing the dressing mirror on the cabinet, there is no shadow of me in the mirror.
I finally realized that I love Ling too much, so much so that even I don't know that in fact two years ago I have died in the hospital, so I am the third party.
After listening to this ending, Yang foraging frustrated, suddenly she woke up: "You said that this is something you personally experienced, that is to say that you have been ......"
Liang Xiaoxiao reached out and lifted Zhang Sheng's hat, under the hat should be the head of the There was nothing in the place, and Zhang Sheng's voice came from the air, "Not bad, I died long ago, and even my corpse was cremated. Besides, besides you, is there any living person here?"
Yang foraging looked at the other two, only to see Liang Xiaoxiao face white powder has been peeled off all, pale wrinkles next to reveal Mori white bone. The freckles on Du Cuckoo's face are obviously more than just now, and the area is getting bigger and bigger, and there are even a few worms crawling around on it.
Yang foraging scared screamed backward, a slip of the foot planted on the ground, but behind the sound of a burst of cheerful laughter. Liang Xiaoxiao apologized, "This young lady, we were just shooting a movie, I did not expect to really scare you."
Yang foraging back to look, the three people in front of her to restore the original state, she asked in the end what is going on?
Liang Xiaoxiao smiled apologetically, "I'm a director, we are shooting a movie called Rainy Night Talking about Ghosts, they are all actors, just now the scary scenes are all makeup effects. We were halfway through the act when you accidentally stirred in, and I had the bright idea to go along with it, and your real performance added a lot of color to this movie of ours."
Yang Forge looked to one side and was relieved to see that there really was a lot of camera equipment. She went back to the fire, at this time, the phone received another message, the incoming number is still that very long string of numbers, she opened a look, but it is the follow-up of that story. Yang foraging said to the crowd, "Just listened to the three stories you told, now I also tell one, this is also my personal experience."
Liang Xiaoxiao gave an oh. Yang forging according to the short letter out: "a night with heavy rain, three people of unknown origin meet to a deserted temple. It is rumored that tonight is the night of the seven stars that are rare in a hundred years, and a valuable treasure will appear in this temple. And according to the legend, only a ghost story can lure the treasure out, the more scary the better, so they discussed each person each tell a ghost story ...... Finally the story was told, and the treasure did appear. This baby is actually a woman's heart, it grows in a yin year, yin month, yin day born of pure yin woman body, eat it, no matter how long the dead can be reborn ...... "Yang foraging told here stopped and asked the crowd:" that yin year, yin month, yin day refers to what? time?"
Cuckoo said, "Your birthday is which day, which day is the Yin year, Yin month and Yin day."
Yang Forge was shocked, Du Cuckoo's whole face suddenly became smudged, she threw the bugs on her face into her mouth and chewed, "Since you already know the truth of the matter, let's do it ahead of time." Saying that, she stabbed Yang Forge.
Yang foraging finally understood that these few people in front of her, no, it should be a few ghosts, it is not some kind of movie shooter at all, but it was already too late, she felt a coldness in her heart, and watched with her own eyes as her bloody heart was grasped by Zhang Sheng in his hand, still thumping, and then she collapsed.
Just as Yang Forge collapsed to the ground, the lights went up and there was applause all around her. Yang Forge patted the dust on her body and stood up, Liang Xiaoxiao smiled ingratiatingly and said, "My big star Yang, your acting is really getting more and more pure ......" Before the words were finished, Yang Forge gave Du Cuckoo a slap in the face without warning: "How did you use the prop knife, it even hurt me, can you afford to pay for it?" Du Cuckoo looked at the prop knife in his hand, and there was indeed a trace of blood on it.
Internationally renowned actress Yang Fori, in the process of acting in the movie "Rainy Night Talking about Ghosts", was scared to death alive because she couldn't withstand the thrilling plot! The news created a furor in the major media, and once this small production movie, which was otherwise unknown, was released, it caused a sensation across the country.
The celebration banquet of "Rainy Night Talking about Ghosts" was scheduled to be held in the biggest hotel in Heng Yun City. Zhang Sheng was not able to win the wine and came to the restroom to wash his face. Cell phone received a text message, the incoming number is a very long string of numbers, Zhang Sheng opened a look, the wine immediately woke up half. The text message reads: I know how you conspired to kill Yang Fai, tonight at seven o'clock to the temple where you shot the movie, here are the things you want, no later. Signed by Ling.
Zhang Sheng drove to the outskirts of the mountain, when the sky began to drizzle, he hurried up the mountain, when he came to the broken temple found Liang Xiaoxiao and cuckoo came early, it turned out that he was not the only one who received the text message. Zhang Sheng had just sat down by the fire when a voice said, "People have finally arrived, it's time for storytelling." Zhang Sheng three people all feel that this voice is so familiar, for a time the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, only lowered their heads and quietly listen to it.
Ten years ago, in a film school with no reputation, five like-minded students set up a small theater group. They were Liang Xiaoxiao, who studied directing; Du Juan, who studied make-up; Zhang Sheng, who wrote the scripts; and Ling and Yang Mi, who were both excellent dancers and singers. It was a tradition in the industry to hold an opera competition every year, and the winning team would be signed by a famous movie company. This is a great opportunity for them, but the problem is that the script "Rainy Night Talking about Ghosts", which Zhang Sheng has written in his head, has four actors and actresses, and they can't add one more, which means one of them can't take part in the competition. In the end, they decided to draw lots between Ling and Yang Mi. As Ling is Zhang Sheng's girlfriend, Zhang Sheng naturally wants her to participate in the show, so he tampered with the drawing of lots, not realizing that Yang Mi would be poked and prodded on the spot. A Ling can't take the pressure and announces her withdrawal, and the crowd disperses unhappily on that day.
They have been rehearsing for a month, but the day before their competition, they find out that another troupe has staged a play that should have been theirs, and has achieved excellent results. Yang Mi asserts that Ling can't be in the play and is upset, revealing their play to their rivals. Zhang Sheng doesn't believe her, but Ling breaks up with him and joins the other troupe. The brutal truth is that they don't believe it, and on a rainy night, the four of them meet Ling at the temple and brutally kill her, burying her body behind a mud statue.
In fact the person who betrayed the crew was Yang Mi, who sold the script at a high price and then traveled far away to South Korea to have her face and body fixed to perfection. After her return to China, Yang Mi changed her name to Yang Fori, and used all kinds of subterfuge to become a popular flower girl in Mainland China. Finally, one day, the other three members of the crew found out what happened and decided to take revenge. They threatened to report the plastic surgery to the media and forced Yang to work with them on a movie, and even poisoned a prop knife during the filming process, but faked it to look like she died of shock. Yang's agent is afraid that Yang's plastic surgery will be examined by the forensic pathologist and the matter will not be settled. The three of them, however, not only got their revenge, but also took the opportunity to make a name for themselves in the movie industry.
Tears flowed out of Zhang Sheng's eyes, "I regret it, Ling, I really regret it ......"
The voice burst into a shrill laugh, "I'm not Ling, Ling died ten years ago, and now I'll give you guys a chance, the box in front of you contains Yang Forge's heart, just like the script says, whoever snatches this treasure will live. Heh heh heh, now the show begins."
The three men looked at each other and reached for the box at the same time, the box was pushed to the ground and a heart still dripping blood jumped out ......
Three days later, the police found three corpses, a heart of unknown origin, and the white bones of a woman in a broken temple in the mountains. The three bodies were identified as Liang Xiaoxiao, the director of the cast of "Rainy Night Talking about Ghosts," stylist Du Juan and screenwriter Zhang Sheng. According to the residents of the mountain confirmed that the day of the crime, in addition to the above three people, there is a very beautiful young woman went up the mountain, but finally did not come down.
The police said this case has to be further investigated ......
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