At 7 pm, the company’s annual meeting.
I poured myself a glass of champagne, the wine was clear and aromatic, and the color was like honey. I took a sip, squinted intoxicated, and felt the mellow beauty in my throat. Can’t help but sigh in my heart: This is the temptation that I cannot resist in my life.
“The little guy who just joined the company deserves to drink this too?” Sister Yan, who has always pushed me out, grabbed the bottle in my hand, filled it up and drank it, quite proudly Ask me, “Do you know where our company was originally?”
“Where is it?”
“It’s the hospital,” Sister Yan said. As he said, he pointed to the laboratory building, “The basement there was originally a morgue, haunted!”
“Impossible!” I have always sneered at supernatural events.
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“If you don’t believe me, dare you go shopping with me?”
“What can’t you dare? “
The basement of the experimental building is black hole all year round, and the whole building is silent after get off work. Sister Yan and I opened the dusty door and illuminated it with our mobile phone. The long corridor seemed to engulf people.
Sister Yan’s face was mottled in the bright light of the phone, and the light reflected strange colors on her eyes, like two gloomy flames: “Do you know? Almost everything Ghosts are all around the corner.”
“Then I’ll go ahead,” I smiled lightly, walked the corner first, turned back and beckoned to Sister Chong Yan, “Not scary at all. !”
Sister Yan looked up at me, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, and the bright light of her mobile phone revealed a picture frame on the wall, and the photo was not clear.
Suddenly, the light of the mobile phone flickered, and we plunged into the darkness that was so pure and full of death.
“The phone is dead.” Sister Yan’s voice was strangely dry.
“Hehe,” I chuckled, “Sister Yan, who did you see around the corner?”
Before she could answer, I stretched out Shot, closing her horrified and dull eyes, she fell to the ground without life, raising a cloud of dust.
“Oh, the photo is dirty.” I complained and wiped the picture frame on the wall. In the photo, my smile has turned yellow, but the writing below is as clear as the old one: Because Alcoholism, rescue failed, died on April 1, 2002.
Uncle Ghost’s comment: The story is very substituting. “Who did you see around the corner?” This sentence pushed the atmosphere of horror to a climax.