Xiao Luo walked into Zhou Jing’s room and sat down. Her voice remained hollow, adding an inexplicable chill in the night.
“Yes…” Zhou Jing nodded, but then showed a little helplessness: “I haven’t conceived it yet.”
Xiao Luo The corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a chilling smile: “I have a ghost story, I said, you can type it.”
Zhou Jing carefully examined Xiao Luo, her face was very Haggard, as if he really lost his blood. His eyes were dull, slightly red, and his appearance was very decadent, as if he had lost the body of his soul.
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Zhou Jing was in a state of confusion, and he even more suspected that the weird little Luo tonight is a ghost. Thinking of this, his heart ached slightly, but why, such a young life just disappeared like this? Zhou Jing didn’t want to but did not dare to expose Xiao Luo as a ghost in person.
Before Zhou Jing could think about it, Xiao Luo had already spoken. Zhou Jing quickly sat in front of the computer, tapped the keyboard with both hands to retell Xiao Luo’s story to the computer.
“There is a girl who is eighteen years old this year. A year ago, she met a boy. The first day she met a boy, the girl was attracted by his smile. The boy’s smile made People are as warm as a bath in the early spring. The boy and the girl were born in the same year, only a few months older than her. They chatted every night, and the more they talked, the more they felt inseparable from each other, so they let them associate.” Xiao Luo frowned slightly.
After a pause, Xiao Luo continued: “That boy likes ghost stories, reads, and writes. But God seems to want to be right with him, every time he is The manuscripts written so hard were meaningless and were rejected. The boy was very upset and angry. He did not believe that he could not write a good story. So the boy locked himself in the room and wrestled it day and night. The brain has to write a good ghost story. In fact, boys don’t know, girls always want boys to write a story for themselves, but boys never notice. Maybe they don’t want to drag girls, maybe girls who love literature more than themselves Friend. Finally, a month ago, the boy asked the girl to come out and broke up. There was no reason and no warning. The girl was very sad, she kept crying at home, her mind was full of the boy’s face and his once gentle smile. The more I think about it, the more sad, and soon… the girl commits suicide at home. But the girl’s soul is not relieved, she has a wish. The girl’s wish is simple, just want to look at the boy again and let the boy write a story for himself. Girl His soul came to the boy’s house one night… The boy’s name was Zhou Jing, the girl’s name was Xiao Luo…” Xiao Luo’s eyes were filled with transparent tears, and his throat seemed to be stuck by something.
And Zhou Jing’s subordinates constantly heard the keyboard tapping sound. With the sound of percussions, a drop of tears slapped on the keyboard, it was so painful.