I will tell you some of the experience of juniors going to school in Macau, which is not all weird. The description is true and exaggerated.

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My classmates do not live in the dormitory of the University of Macau. The school rents out several apartments for us outside. , Mostly on the fourth, fourteenth, and twenty-fourth floors of a building, because the locals believe in gods and ghosts, and bad digital rents will be cheaper, only me and three other people are divided into 15 floors. Living room.

I am used to being self-willed. I often move two chairs on the balcony late at night, half lie on it to eat, listen to the roaring sound of the downstairs car, and lie on the balcony railing. Big lonely dog ​​in the garden. One day at about 12 o’clock at night, the host in his 30s next door suddenly stood on the balcony, staring at me with a bit of hate and yelling at me. I started stumbling and shouting two Mandarins. I heard clearly. It probably means that you don’t want to come back as a demon girl. Later, it became fluent Cantonese, and I couldn’t understand it. At that time I felt inexplicable, but I was not angry. When I took another apple and continued to nibble, my neighbor turned back to the house.
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After two days, classmate Han and I were preparing for the exam in the study. I suddenly heard the sound of high-heeled shoes walking in the living room, thinking it was a problem of sound insulation upstairs. Later, it was clear that the shoes came from far and near, and they always came towards the bedroom opposite the study, and then the sound of the door handle turned. The bedroom door opened softly and slammed shut. The direction of the sound was very certain. I looked up at Han, and at this time she also looked up at me. The study door was closed, and the living room or bedroom could not be seen. The atmosphere became more strange because of the unknown. As if I had negotiated with Han, I immediately stood up together to open the study door. I just wanted to open the door at the time, which made me less afraid and did not want to find anything. As soon as it opened, I saw a deep crack in the bedroom door. The crack ran through the middle of the door. The crack was very wide, and there was fresh wood stubble on the edge. I walked over to open the bedroom door. There was nothing in the room. I found the door handle was broken, and the tongue was completely embedded in the door panel. Han started to check the doors and windows, hoping to be the cause of air convection, but all the doors and windows are tightly closed, and there is no place to get wind. The two of us later stood still and looked at each other and laughed at each other. At that time, I was fortunate to be with the bold Han, otherwise I might not be intimidated by www.guidaye.com but was intimidated. At 2 o’clock that night, Han got up from the bed and went to the balcony to chat with me. I said that you should be careful about becoming a demon. Han looked at the neighbor’s balcony and said that there may have been stories before.