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My body is embodied in lying in a grave, next to which lies an old woman with white hair. She looks like she is in her seventies, nearly five years older than me. Ten years old. The tombstone reads: The Tomb of Lu Yuemei Wang Guisheng. This old woman and I were buried here in the name of husband and wife. Lu Yuemei is the name of the old woman, but Wang Guisheng is not my name.
When I was put into the coffin by a few strangers, and one second before the lid of the coffin was nailed, the thoughts and information in my brain floated out of the coffin. If it is one second late, all my secrets will be buried underground forever, and will always be called Wang Guisheng, a name that has nothing to do with me, and will always be a husband and wife with the old woman next to me.
My thoughts and information are floating in the air, watching everything in the world.
In the human world, I chanced upon a guy with a big head. People with big heads have stronger brainwave signals. By receiving his brain waves, I learned some of his information.
His name is Huang Qun, he is 27 years old, unmarried, from Linfen, Shanxi. As you can see from his brain waves, he is a smart guy, but he leads a monotonous life. During the day, I chatted with a beautiful woman named “Princess Potato Chips”, made up some horror stories at night, and sent it to the “Princess Potato Chips” on QQ the next day to show off her little cleverness.
The so-called horror stories stored in his brain are not scary at all in my opinion. They are far from the scary things I experienced in the last few days of the world.
In the middle of the night, I was floating above the city, and through the window I saw Huang Qun writing unscrupulous horror stories.
At four o’clock in the morning, he stood on the balcony smoking a cigarette. One of his stories was finished, and his mind was blank. Taking this opportunity, all my information quickly penetrated into his brain.
Suddenly he was ecstatic, thinking that his inspiration was coming, he sat again in front of the computer and quickly typed the text.
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I use his computer, use his fingers, use his words, and use his surviving body to tell my story. Please listen to this voice from hell with your eyes——
Two
My name is Zhao Yang, I was twenty-six when I died. I have been living in X City. I haven’t got a job after graduating from university. I have been living with my parents.
When I was 23, I met my girlfriend Qin Mei, who was the same age as me. She was a primary school teacher. We have always been in a good relationship, and both parents are very satisfied. Both parents have bought us a new house and we will get married next year.
The last time I saw Qin Mei was the day before the start of summer vacation. She said that she would go to Changshou Town, twenty miles away from X City, with a few female colleagues.It is beautiful and a famous ancient town.
The town of Changshou is small, about 10,000 people. The buildings in this town are all wooden, which is a major feature of the local government’s publicity.
There is a scary legend in the town of Longevity. Fires occur every year, especially in summer, when people are killed in the flames. What is strange is that all the people who died in the fire were outsiders, and they were all young women. Some people say that these are ghosts who died in the fire looking for the dead ghosts.
These are all hearsay things, not enough to believe. Just like the drowning deaths that happen every summer, it is a person who died by the hands of nature, not a substitute for the dead.
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The next day, I escorted Qin Mei to the bus station, and several girls got into the car chatting. She poked her head out of the car window, and I kissed her on the cheek. Several girls thought we were too lingering. One of the girls said: “It’s like a parting of life and death. If you leave, you won’t come back. “
Qin Mei really didn’t come back. www.guidaye.com
Qin Mei and the girls died in a fire. The hotel they stayed in at night was a wooden building, which caught fire at night.
When I came to the scene, several girls had been carried on the corpse truck. Someone next to it said that it was burnt and it was no longer visible.
In the crowd of onlookers, I saw an old woman with white hair staring at me all the time. It was not the eyes of an old man with dementia, her eyes exuded youthful vitality, but very Gloomy and melancholy.
The corpse truck drove away, and the crowd gradually dispersed. I hid in an alley, tears flowed like springs.
The one I love is gone.
I kissed her yesterday. Even chat with her on QQ.
“Where are you now?”
“At the hotel.”
“Have you fun?” ?”
“Unhappy.”
“Why?”
“I lost my wallet.”
“If you lose it, you will lose it. My dear, as long as you can come back safely.”
“There is a picture of you in your wallet, this I can’t see you for a few days.”
“Hehe, go to bed early, unplug the computer’s power switch. Beware of fire. Go to bed early”
< br/> “You also go to bed earlier.”
At last we each sent a smiling face.
When I was crying in the hutong, the old woman suddenly appeared at the entrance of the hutong, still staring at me. When she saw me looking at her, she lowered her head and left.
Her steps are not at all those of an elderly person, she is vigorous and agile.