Actually, every bookstore hides hidden secrets, but not all of them are as weird as the stories I want to tell.
About the summer of 2004, in the southeast of the square, the almost deserted bungalow area was demolished and covered with a two-story bookstore. In terms of scale, The equipment is one of the best. Since the opening day, except for our children clamoring to go in and have a look, it seems that adults are staying away from this place, so the business of bookstores is often deserted, and it is even more infiltrating at night.
How can children’s curiosity be easily succumbed to the obstruction of adults? We often go there to play in small groups. Fortunately, the sister who received us is very enthusiastic and only hopes that we will keep quiet. It has almost become our paradise. There is a dazzling array of books here, with everything you need. Children’s hearts will naturally not pay attention to those political history. It is already very good to read a copy of the Yongzheng Dynasty in peace. Every time we gather in the comics area, those books are the latest on the market and have been opened. It seems to be specially prepared for us, enjoying the feast of books, which is really a good meal after dinner. However, our curiosity is more than that. Although we are reading on the second floor, we are obviously not on the top floor, because every time the door closes at 9 o’clock and the “home” music is played, there seems to be someone dragging the chair upstairs, which is a bit noisy. Look like. I once asked that older sister, “Is there anyone decorating upstairs?” She looked at me in surprise, as if watching a monster crawling out of the morgue. After a long time, she whispered to me, “My kid, it’s not early. Go home!” Undoubtedly, I am dissatisfied with this answer. It is extremely disgusting for the child that I heard it so true but denied it.
There are not many pedestrians on the road. Although this time period is at the peak of get off work and school, the road I go back is very remote, so that I often sing and brave myself on the road . Passing around the two alleys, the light was faintly shining in front of me, and I stepped forward with joy, but there was an old voice behind me, “My boy, your singing is very beautiful! If my grandson is still alive, it should be as big as you Oh, alas!” I almost yelled out of fright, turned my head abruptly, and there was pitch black behind, and there was nothing. This must be an illusion, shouldn’t you watch that horror story, it’s really troublesome! I let out a sigh of relief and planned to turn around and walk forward. I saw an old man next to him stretched out his cane and hit the ground, “boom,” “boom,” “boom,” he was looking at me! I took a deep breath and stared at him blankly. Neither of us spoke. The old man couldn’t help it, and asked me, “You just went to the bookstore?” I suffocated and nodded. “Child, do you know the story here?” My face was almost flushed, with doubts on my face. The old man walked around me slowly, grinning and let me stop suffocating, he was not a zombie. I sighed and listened to the old man unfolding the story for me: ten years ago, the old site of the bookstore was a cemetery. It is rumored that there were zombies who climbed out and danced in the middle of the night, and a headless kid leaning on the tombstone in a daze.No one dared to stay here for half a step. This evening, there was an open-air movie in the square. The old man hugged his grandson and watched it. On the way home, he accidentally hit the cemetery. I couldn’t finish it anyway, and returned to the original place in a circle-a gloomy gravestone touched by moonlight. It was shaking continuously, and the surrounding tombstones were also shaking. Slowly, the tombstone was lifted up, and plumes of black smoke danced and seductive body from the tomb. The white light of the cemetery stimulated the blank brain of the old man. , The night sky swam through a thunder light, and the entire cemetery outlined a picture of a hundred ghosts walking in the night. The headed bullhorn devil knelt in front of the old man, raised his hands to take the child in his arms, silently chanting an unknown spell, another thunder, the old man woke up like a dream, shouting “child, child!” Already empty, his cries echoed in the empty graveyard. The next day, people found the old man lying next to a tombstone. The tombstone looked extremely unusual because it left a new mark-a picture of the old man’s grandson! This incident caused great repercussions in the local area. The government ordered rectification and demolished the tomb and converted it into a residence, but the atmosphere here is too heavy. It has been ten years since no one dares to live here. Later, the shopping malls and dance halls that were changed were all closed down by some evil things, so they almost waited for the current bookstore.
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After listening to the old man’s words, he is naturally in a bad mood. I am not sure if he is lying. Maybe there are these legends? I said goodbye to the old man and rushed home. No matter how wonderful the light and shadow on the road, I didn’t want to stop for a moment. When I got home, I covered my blanket and fell asleep. These things were too abnormal, so I needed some time transition. I can’t sleep over and over again, there are always one or two calls out of the window that upset me, the lights on the opposite floor are always on, and I don’t know why the night cat’s spirit is so good. Since I couldn’t sleep, I got up and looked at the key words in front of the bookcase. Yes, that’s it, “Mystery”! This book summarizes the strange things in the world today. If it is really as mysterious as the old man said, then this book will definitely give me the answers I want without reservation. I couldn’t help turning over the preface of the book. The introduction is on the previous page-people with impure spirits, please stop your panic and follow me into a world you don’t know. XXX…who obviously destroyed the back , This paragraph is very important. There must be some people who do not want future generations to know the answer and hide something. I looked back and found the soul of the child. The tribe leader would choose the death of the child to worship their king, but when it came to the reason, there was no detailed explanation. I was very depressed. At a flash of inspiration, I thought of the mystery books in the historical archive of the bookstore. Although I didn’t like to read these before, my friends grabbed all the books that night, and I didn’t want to read them. Before, so I went there to see this key reading! I rolled around on the bed with excitement, closed my eyes and prayed for the dawn, unconsciously slept until noon, I ran to the bookstore without eating, there were few people during the day, my sister wasCleaning up, I sneaked under the bookshelf, looking for the target. Soon, the prey was in hand. I quickly searched for keywords. The reason is simple. The child was chosen by the hit. The place of worship is the place where the tribes live. Who passes by? Who is the sacred artifact, then you have to meet the judgment of death! So, the cemetery belongs to the tribe… I can’t help feeling a bit of coolness. It seems very insecure here. No wonder everyone stays away from this place. It seems that I have to remind my friends that I’m so hungry that my feet tremble. My sister doesn’t know when to come. When she came to my side, she asked me with concern, “Kid, you love learning too much! It’s okay to be hungry, come and eat some food.” I followed her to the lounge shyly, because I didn’t eat anything in the morning. , I gobbled up three bowls of rice. I don’t know why the rice tasted so delicious. Maybe I was too hungry.
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When I got home, my family was about to go out in a hurry. They told me that the black guy next door was dead, and went there yesterday. The good buddy who played in the bookstore died suddenly. When the family found him, only one head was left, hung on a locust tree next to the bookstore. The family’s opinion is that the bookstore should be completely closed and no children should be allowed to approach it. It seems that those hateful demons have acted before me, so what will be the next step? If children don’t go to the bookstore, what bold means will they have? I didn’t have time to wait. I sneaked into the bookstore while the adults didn’t pay attention. My sister seemed to be in a bad mood. She was packing up and there was an uncle who directed the workers to organize the bookstore. I called to my sister. My sister saw that I had become very happy. She greeted me to sit down. There was no sadness at all. If it weren’t for the dead, this is indeed a good place to relax. Thinking of this, I miss all the happiness that this time has brought me. My sister hugged me, and dragged my luggage away. I looked at her back, but I felt that she was not alone…
The uncle walked over to me, quietly Said, “My child, we decided to have a PARTY in the evening. My sister has a gift to give you. Let’s call your friend to play together!” I didn’t want to refuse his kindness, nodded and agreed, the uncle showed a weird smile on his face. . In the evening, my friends and I arrived. The bookstore became terrifying and gloomy because of the upcoming blockade. Who else would come to the empty place besides us? Before we stepped into the gate, we all looked at the locust tree subconsciously. As the dead child was covered with white silk and charms, I wonder if this will save the soul of the dead. Uncle waited for us with a smile in the lobby on the second floor. The bookshelves were almost emptied. The space here is very wide, and the surrounding fire is slowly lighting up. I can only see it at this time. There are seven candlelights beside us. The middle is like a rune written in blood. Is this the banquet for us? My sister walked out from the corner slowly and smiled and said to me, “Brother, I can tell you the answer you are looking for now. We are descendants of the tribe. The food you eat is the meat of Xiao Hei. Is it delicious? “She paused on purpose, as if waiting for me to vomit, indeed, it was disgusting to think of it. “Catch todayIt is really not easy for you, but thanks to you, we have accomplished the resurrection ceremony of our king! “Yeah, without my curiosity, maybe there would not be today’s tragic experience, alas, I blamed me, it was I who killed my friends.
The ceremony started, and the white flags inserted us. In the center, with a hypnotic bell, this night ended with our death.