Withered Night Talk

I have to say that this is a good book. Different from the brainless white novels that make people's lungs hurt, this book is completely opposite. First of all, this book is not suitable for people who like to read novels written by novices. The older you read, the more you will think it is a masterpiece that could have made a god. The only flaw is that this kind of subject matter is easy to read! Secondly, I will make a suggestion, which I hope the author can adopt. That is, don't let the protagonist be involved in strange things all the time. In all the masterpieces of the Gods, there will be a point between blandness and perfection. Being plain and boring all the time, and being high and high all the time will also make people feel boring. Just like the martial arts movies on TV, there won't be fighting all the time. Instead, there are love lines, grudge lines, life lines, and fighting lines. The novel is fictional, but the world in the book is real. I hope the author will work hard!

The author's horror and suspense atmosphere is created very well. I also read the horror book. This one is more reasonable than the horror joke setting. At least this time there is a relatively common ability-improving prop setting. The biggest problem I wanted to complain about after reading that book is that all the characters look like newbies every time. The old man has no improvement in ability except for showing off his attitude. Even though he can return to reality, there is no intention to exercise (except for a few mentions of practicing physical strength, there is an old female character whose physical strength is still very poor). 2. From the beginning to the end, almost no one showed any attempt to break the situation through methods other than reasoning (the only one who did this and succeeded. Everyone before and after was actually afraid and disgusted and thought he was a murderer. When they arrived at the sick village full of damn garbage, no one tried to touch the villagers. The copy was obviously not at the current time and Injuries can be repaired. Why does everyone think it is a real person instead of an NPC by default? ) 3. When entering the dungeon in reality, no weapons, no water, and no clothes are prepared. The default dungeon is all edible. The season must be consistent with the fact that all characters have no intention of using force, but many sidekicks have violent tendencies in their words. 4. Everyone conforms to the habit of the protagonist of the ghost movie seeking death. He has a premonition but insists on doing it. If he goes to the toilet to die, he still has to go to the toilet. Is it difficult to find a relatively closed space that is not a toilet? Not going to the toilet in this building means going to the toilet in public? Wouldn't it be easy for others to carry it on their backs or find a temporary curtain or cupboard to block it? 5. Moreover, the early dungeons of Fear, let alone the later real dungeons, do not use mobile phones very well. The protagonist is obviously very smart and has not been able to use a mobile phone for several months. Smartphones are generally fools. Is it difficult to click and select? 6. Moreover, it is normal for this kind of background setting not to have close friendship. It is unreasonable because few people show a cooperative attitude. Shouldn't the unified enemy be a ghost? Even if it is logical that there is no need to run faster than ghosts, it just needs to be faster than you. In a place that focuses on reasoning rather than force, the loss of prevention is obviously greater than the benefit of group discussion. There is no benefit in always hiding and discussing. By default, every ghost has the ability to change into a human? 7. And everyone knows that the dungeon is a supernatural ghost series, and every time it behaves like a character in a ghost movie, you should be mentally prepared since you already know that it must be a ghost. 8. All the female characters who are frightened and have some roles like the protagonist. Although the suspension bridge effect is not unreasonable, the probability is still too high. Are other characters unattractive? Moreover, the character setting of the female character is a bit one-dimensional, with a screaming attribute and a supporting role, which is also common in male-led stories. 9. One advantage of the setting is that all OOC can be supplemented by ghosts affecting the mind. All members are mentally ill. Overall, it is good. Moreover, this book has erased the setting of returning to the real world every time. It is much better. I am afraid that I cannot find the original version and can only complain here. I hope you will forgive me. The author of the above shortcomings can be used as a reference.

Hey, in this world, how many suspense novels can survive? The suspense giants of the past have all sunk now.

Ahhh, I love it so much The plot, details, characters and stories are all 1GB Why are there only a few dozen pictures which are not enough to read The only books of this kind that you can read are this one and House of Horrors Stay up late to see the latest Author Ju Chongya

1. If I hadn't known it was a male video from the beginning, I would have thought it was written by a female author. There is no hint of sexism in reading, and both male and female characters can switch genders without violating the rules. 2. The supporting characters are basically not smart. The confrontations between people and people and people and ghosts all have a high enough logical basis. There are about a dozen supporting characters with flesh and blood and high IQ. Apart from being unlucky/not having the aura of the protagonist to protect them, they are not essentially different from the protagonist. 3. The descriptions of many supporting characters were so wonderful that I felt that such a three-dimensional character would definitely not die, and then died soon due to force majeure. The author will not add an aura of immortality to the supporting characters just because of the previous words. This will make the story more cruel like a real fate. 4. The author has too many scary ideas. On average, there are several horrifying details on each page, which shows the author's exquisite design. It feels like three-body-like ideas are being spread around for free. After reading Scary Joke and this book, I felt that I couldn't move on, so I went to other forums to write posts and recommendations. The above is what I posted. In fact, there are many highlights but I can't remember them. The short book review I wrote is really not very good. If someone is willing to send me some book review materials, I can continue to post on different forums for promotional purposes. I first learned about Horrible Joke after seeing a recommendation in the Douban Novel Rating Group. Then I became a fan and spread the word to friends and forums. I feel that traffic drainage is very important, especially in this rising period! I am willing to be a free publicity agent (◔◡◔) The last time I recommended a book so crazily was a year ago, and the traffic flow effect was very good. Let me show you the screenshots (this forum data is not filled with water). If you like this author's books very much, if you have time, go to other forums to recommend them. Douban and Hupu have good traffic drainage effects, but Weibo and Zhihu may not be as effective if they are not big Vs. I don't know about other forums.

I'm afraid that this book will be popular, but I'm also afraid that it won't be popular. I feel torn between voting for recommendations every day. Such a good book should be read by more people, but when I think of those jealous people, I'm also afraid that the book will disappear if it becomes popular. I hope my colleagues will be smarter and there must be a masterpiece of this type of book. In this way, supernatural beings may not be so niche, and everyone will have something to eat when the base is large, right? (~_~;) Just like cross talk, if you kill Deyun Club, there will be fewer people listening to cross talk. The half-dead mainstream cross talk will lead to no food for everyone. Only when Deyun Club becomes popular will young people come to watch cross talk. If this book becomes popular, maybe the audience of supernatural beings will be wider, and everyone can benefit. The fact that all the colleagues are dead does not mean that the survivors have a monopoly, but that this industry is dying. I hope those who reported it before will stop being jealous. If you are not as good as others, don't think about killing awesome authors. It is better to follow behind and drink soup than to starve to death.

Comrades! I'm disconnected! I finished writing it today but can't post it. Will the fourth update be released tomorrow?

Give the author a boost of popularity. I was so angry when the fog disappeared before.

I haven't read the book yet, but I would like to make a suggestion. Let's change the author's name. I saw your frightening joke before but it disappeared after reading it. Haven't you suffered enough from this loss? I suggest you change it to the Harmony train.

I went to the hospital for a check-up today. My gastric problem is not serious anymore. I ate out tonight, so I won't update it for now. I will update it twice a day starting from tomorrow, and the contract is signed on the way. It is estimated that it will be recommended next week. I will update it based on the two updates during the recommendation period. Thank you for your support!

The newly released chapters have been blocked. The Huaicun volume has ended. I have changed the bloody scenes to see if they can be released. Some book friends should have seen the update. There is no way... I won't test it anymore. I am cowarded. I will be honest and stop causing trouble. Tomorrow the new volume will be released and the blocked chapters will be released for everyone to read. Above.

The book is a good book, and the plot and writing are all online. If I continue to write chapter by chapter like this, I'm afraid it will be difficult to even eat. Please open a new book, and everyone will still support it.

Scholar's novels are very unique, and there is a slight sense of distance when reading them. The story is fascinating and the characters have joy, anger and joy. The reason for this feeling may be the words "Mr." And "Ms." Between the characters. Very polite, a very polite way of saying it, very Buddhist (Buddhist in Buddhist Lovers) Personally, I think the pen name "Thin-hearted Scholar" is quite appropriate. Scholar gives people a kind of polite enjoyment, and "thin-hearted", I thought it was indifference at first, but now I think it is more like indifference (neutral word), there will not be too much emotional fluctuations, but on the outside, he is required to treat others in accordance with social ethics. Well, it's like... Bai Yanliang who clumsily imitates Bai Yanren The above are my own messy thoughts, welcome to complain┐('~`;)┌

It will be on Sanjiang next week. It will be available on the shelves after Sanjiang. Please support me a lot. Thank you everyone (*°∀°)=3! ! !

I have to say that this book is really in line with the tastes of the current public book lovers and caters to the market. In addition, the previous book greatly 🔥 cashed out the author's profound knowledge. Although he was unlucky and was 404, his influence is definitely average. It is a matter of time to become a god. Everyone who has the votes and ability to publish this author with high level and connotation as soon as possible Forged In short, for me, this book has a strong sense of substitution, it is passionate, scary, thrilling, nerve-wracking, and the emotional aspects are well grasped. It really moved me. I just say this from the bottom of my heart just because this is a good work, rise! ! ! ! !

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Horror novels that want to be popular in the industry must have excellent quality, cultivate a group of die-hard readers, build a good reputation, and then get out of the industry. Horror House is like this. It becomes popular in a niche and attracts ordinary readers to read. It becomes popular with the promotion of a few big Vs on Weibo. So a lot of the problems really don't lie in what jokes the author used, or how innovative the subject matter is, it's just a simple fact of whether the writing is good or not. The dilemma faced by the author is the same: the general environment is there, and it is difficult for heroes to rise if current affairs fail. If the third uncle of the Southern School had made his debut in the past few years, Tomb Raider Notes would probably have been blocked. I hope that the scholar can finish writing. If you can change the platform, just change the platform. It will be the same if I read it in another place. There are not many talented authors in the horror genre, but unfortunately I am too inexperienced to do so.

One chapter said that I was instantly not in the mood to read this book. Is there any heroine who would like you to teach the author how to write it? I don't know where this trend came from. A book is a good book without a heroine? Where did you learn it? Whether there is a female protagonist or not depends on the author's control. I'm really annoyed. How about you write it? Really drunk. Save it for later.

Everyone howled, it was me again. 😁 I won't celebrate this time, yes. 😥 As you can see, this time it is another new book for the scholar. It is another infinite unit drama horror stream after Scary Joke. It is said that Terror is still being modified and will be released in the future. (It's too difficult to be a scholar) 😭 I see that many people are worried about the survival of this book. Actually, don't worry too much. This book has actually been released a few days ago. Due to some force majeure reasons, it is only available to you today. We have pictures and the truth. You don't have to believe me, but you have to believe the scholar 🤫 That's it, I'm hungry, so I went to eat first 😰

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I had a water infusion last night. I posted a leave request and a photo of the water infusion, and then it was swallowed... I will update it today, sorry.

The scholar has the qualifications to be a great god, but it is not the right time to do it. If he had been two years earlier, he would have become a god. Xiaolong has his own merits in terms of writing style and purity, but Xiaolong was canonized only after he finished writing God. . .

1 March 14, 2020 "Sir, are you 25 years old this year?" Such a voice came from the earphones. "Beep..." The bus I was waiting for came. I stood up and ignored the man with a disheveled collar. It was raining heavily, and a stream of fresh air flowed into my nasal cavity. I exhaled this breath and planned to get into the bus first, regardless of my clothes getting wet. "Sir, are you 25 years old this year?" I turned sideways and looked at this strange man, shook my head and replied calmly "21 years old". The moment I rushed out of the platform, this man bumped into me and rushed into the bus with frightened eyes. I fainted. ------------------------ "Doctor, what happened to me...?" "Are you sure you met a man with a disheveled collar?" "I'm sure." "Look at this." I took the newspaper in the doctor's hand and glanced at the morning newspaper of March 14th. "The No. 8 Bus driven by driver Xiao Dong collided with a car at the Jiujiang Hotel at the terminal at 8 o'clock in the evening. No one survived." "At 8 o'clock...7:20, I was waiting for the bus. In order to go home, I needed to get off at the Jiujiang Hotel and then walk..." Big beads of sweat kept appearing on my face, and I kept wiping them off, "Doctor, what on earth is going on..." The doctor frowned, blew out a smoke ring, and looked out at the bustling scene. "I need to go to your house." ------------------------ My wife is at home. By the time I took the doctor home, there was already food on the table. "You have nothing at home, you can come to me if you need anything." I nodded. His fingers took out the business card and put it back again, as if he didn't want to give it to me. "Honey, who is he?" "Didn't I tell you that I met a weirdo today? This is the psychiatrist I found." "I know... Hehe" A creepy feeling came from around me. I finished my meal quickly and lay down on the double bed first. I have always liked to lie down and read a book at night. This is a good habit that I have kept since I was a teenager. "Honey, go to bed early" I replied lightly, "Yeah", but my mind was still on the man in the morning. "The uneven blue collar, the black coat... It's strange, what does his face look like?" The more I thought about it, the more my whole body started to tremble. I immediately turned off the light, hid in bed and stopped thinking. "Chichi, chichi..." "Husband... I, I want to save you... Oooh" Such sounds came from home all night, and I squinted my eyes in fear all night. "There is definitely something wrong with my wife." In the morning, a ray of sunlight shines through the curtains on the bedroom. The moment I opened my eyes, I regretted it: the big sharp knife was reflected on the cabinet like an evil ghost, facing me with its teeth and claws. A sharp knife at my throat! Suddenly, my adrenaline surged, and I pushed the crazy woman in front of me hard, ran out of the room barefoot, and ran into the elevator. "Hurry up! Hurry up!" I was the only one in the elevator. I kept pressing the number "1", and my feet kept shaking. That crazy woman! He will definitely chase me. She was the cause of the strange noise in the house last night! The fact is that I saw her running down the stairs as soon as I got out of the elevator. I shouted and rushed outside. --------------" "Whatever. Give me the money to take me for a ride. I'm not a murderer. You can check me." The driver started the car. I exhaled loudly, thinking that I must not go home and sleep tonight, but call a friend. "Beep..." When I was waiting for the call to be connected, I subconsciously looked out the window. It's still raining today, and raindrops keep hitting the windows. On the opposite street, a man in a white coat was walking on the road. He seemed to have seen me and smiled on his face. "Something's wrong, something's wrong, psychiatrist, why is he here?" My pupils widened. Suddenly, I thought of something: "Master, what day is today?" "Why are you asking this all of a sudden... Well, let me see, yesterday was Monday, I remember it was the 13th. Yes, today is March 14th." "What?" "The 14th was yesterday, shouldn't today be... The 15th? Yesterday doesn't seem to be Monday either." I turned on my phone and kept looking at the calendar. "Tuesday, March 14, 2023..." "25 years old..." I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a bad year 2024. I am only 24 years old this year. In an instant, the body of a bus stood in front of me, and the sky was filled with flames. "How could it happen? This year..." Suddenly, my eyes widened and I fainted again. -------- ..." ----------" ------------------------ "Want to save yourself?" "Yes." "Look at me." I tried to open my eyes. "You... Why are you so similar to me? No, you're afraid, it's me..." "I hope you can be freed." ———————————————————————————— On the streets of Jiujiang, a man with an untidy collar, regardless of his wet hair, asked people waiting for a bus on the street: "Sir, are you 25 years old this year?" －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－                                "？"   ，， Squinting my eyes, I spat back the message: "Is something wrong?" I sent him a "shake it up" by the way. A silent night. I woke up in the morning, my head was groggy, but I was in a good mood: the annoying construction team didn't ring this morning. "Morning." "?"​ The voice came, ethereal and pure, and the sound alone made people want to take a look. But am I not the only one in my family? The woman in front of me is so beautiful that it cannot be described in any words. If you have to use metaphors, only angels can describe her. I know that such a woman will not be in my home. I picked up my phone and looked at the time. It's half past seven in the morning. "Son, don't be stunned. Eat. After dinner, ask our housekeeper Xiao Dong to take you to school. Today is the first day at the new school..." "Something's wrong..." "Mom has made a meal. Eat something quickly..." "Something's wrong..." "If you're late later, then..." "Something's wrong!" I yelled loudly, "You are not my mother, where is my mother?" The back of my neck hurt for a moment, and I fell down. "Master, we're here." The man in front of me bent down and invited me to get out of the car. I put away his hand and came to this school by myself. The school is large, but the overall look is gloomy. The entire school seems to be "isolated". Came to a strange city, came to a strange home, came to a strange school. I still miss school very much. Walking into the campus with my schoolbag on my back, I started my five-day dormitory life. ———————————————————— "This new student, stand up and answer the question." The head teacher in a white coat called my name. When I came to the first class in the new school, the teacher randomly arranged a seat for me. After I sat down, I didn't cover my buttocks and started the first class. "Excuse me..." The teacher's eyes were staring at me so hard that it felt like his eyeballs might fall out at any time, "How many 'people' are there... In this classroom?" I was startled and looked at the students around me who were looking lifelessly at the blackboard. They all said nothing and didn't even look at me. Their black hair covered their faces, making every student's face very blurry. This silent classroom was full of infinite weirdness.

First of all, thank you all book friends for your strong support and help! Our "Withering Night Talk" book circle has reached the second level in just over a month! This is something that can only be achieved with the help and support of friends. Thanks again! (You are all so cute!) Please continue to support our author Duck in the future! I believe that Night Talk will definitely bring you that chilling feeling of horror in your back again! Finally, can the tickets in the hands of the cuties be okay... (Crazy eyes suggest) Wish everyone a good night, (actually I am sleepy) and have fun every day (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

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Night TalkWritten casually based on previous thoughts

It's so sad. I just found a good book and found out that the author didn't write it anymore... I just read the beginning. Should I continue reading? . Woo woo woo

In fact, I miss you very much, at least now. I still remember the absurdity of the time long after we broke up. There must be a reason for everything. Even though I am not very good, I am still a qualified boyfriend. "I just graduated, why..." "We are no longer the same people we were before. There are more and more quarrels, less and less common topics, I don't want to answer the phone, I don't want to reply to WeChat messages, let's get together and part ways, we are still friends." The beginning of things is always the same and lackluster, but this time the hero is me. I have read so many absurd stories, but I found that it is myself who is sad. Through the years, it seems that I can't let go of my heart, but in fact, it's just one sentence, I miss you. I miss her very much. One day when I thought I had forgotten the fact that I still missed her, I saw a message from a QQ account I hadn't chatted with in several years. The specifics didn't matter anymore. I just remembered that I said, I want to see you. She said yes. But I didn't say where to meet. Looking at the black profile picture, I didn't ask. Maybe if we give each other a step down, we can still be friends. I closed my eyes and fell into sleep. I know, burning is a pleasure. Watching things being eaten, burned, and transformed is a special, inexplicable pleasure. Among the debris and ruins, houses exploded in voracious flames, and the evening sky was dyed yellow, red, and black. Kerosene was sprayed into the sky by python-like nozzles, and the charred earth was rotting like a piece of jellybean stuffed into the stove. "What are you doing..." I was confused and stumbled back involuntarily, my feelings were blurred, I don't know... In the firelight, I seemed to see her, her white wedding dress, exquisite makeup, sweet smile, and flawless face. ...... "No..." Hot blood surged in my brain and body, and my consciousness gradually left me. I was squirming and withering. There were only a few words in my mind, go see her. She saw me, and she was waving to me. I tried my best to catch up, but my vision gradually blurred. The last scene in my eyes was a girl walking in the fire, and she disappeared. The next day, I woke up. "You know, I had a dream about you last night." As I expected, she didn't send me any more messages. I smiled to myself. I thought about it every day and dreamed about it at night. The saying really came true. The day of doing nothing is fleeting. I don't know how long my useless life will last. I only know that I miss her more and more. My her... I squirmed tossing and turning on the bed, huddled up in a ball uneasily, I forced myself to calm down, and after an unknown amount of time, I fell into sleep. The temperature is rising, the eaves are melting, and everything seems to be back to where it started. "Hey." I looked back at the source of the voice. I must have seen it wrong. How could it be her? I rubbed my eyes, and it was really her! She was waving to me, she was calling me, she needed me. She is the only one in my heart, the eternal one, as bright as a gem, as brilliant as a star. I tremble, tremble, and reach out to touch her, the most perfect her. I wanted to shout, but found that my voice was stuck in my throat like a trapped animal struggling to fight. My her...... I woke up and I knew that this was just a dream. But it is so clear, so profound, it makes me uneasy as if walking on thin ice, my heart keeps racing, my reason is disintegrating, and I only remember one thing in my dull mind, my her... "At ten o'clock tomorrow morning, we will meet again at the White Elephant Cafe in the south of the city, I am getting married." Log in to QQ and see the cruel words she sent. Unexpectedly, I did not feel any surprise or sadness, but felt relieved. The rapid heartbeat has long since subsided, the bizarre dreams have long since ended, and my vision is clear. My her... A night without dreams. In the coffee shop, I saw her walking with a man on her arm. She was still beautiful and dazzling after not seeing her for a long time. A faint smile hung on her lips. Like all newlyweds, happiness was overflowing on her face. Among the mediocre people, I saw the starlight. That is my ideal, my dawn, my passion, my return, and the beauty of the world. My her... "I'm sorry, I want to be with you forever." I murmured, pain, enthusiasm, joy, regret, love, all the emotions rushed into my heart and were written on my face. ———— "An urgent news is inserted below. It is reported that a serious fire broke out at the White Elephant Cafe in the south of the city around 10 o'clock today, resulting in three deaths and more than ten people seriously injured. The specific cause of the accident is under investigation. A detailed report will be provided later. Our reporter , x. " ———— In the firelight, I saw her smile slipping, melting, wrinkling, and curling, and her frightened eyes were full of gentle smiles. I thought of the girl dancing in the blazing fire again in my dream. I hugged her and told her that I loved her. We sublimate in confusion and confusion, and fall in twisting and deformation. I looked at her like a layer of grease, like the wax of a beautiful candle that had burned for too long and was now crooked and extinguished. At the last moment of facing death, I thought of her deep in my memory. It was the girl's sophomore year in high school. She was wearing a loose school uniform and had straight bangs. She put a box of yogurt on my table with a smile, and said to me with a curved mouth, "Good morning." You are the intimacy that I have never had that cannot be captured, but I have your kiss, your soul, your heart.

The weather is nice today, which matches his mood. He hummed an off-key ditty and passed by the wooden pile in the center of the village. He glanced at the new green grass beside the wooden pile and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Hey, hehe." Because he never thought that the fertilizer he had just applied would sprout new seedlings, which gave him another expectation for life. "Hello, may I excuse you?" He was suddenly called from the other side. He turned his head and glanced sideways at the strange man coming from the direction of the village entrance. The man looked about in his early twenties, wearing white clothes and black trousers. He had a simple appearance and a clean smile on his face, which made it difficult for people to feel disgusted. But what is a little strange is that there is a black humanoid doll with its head sticking out of the backpack on his back. The surface is covered with wrinkles like being burned by fire. It is obviously noon, but at first glance, this doll still makes people feel a little trembling. "Ouch, what's the matter?" He looked at the man of unknown origin in confusion. To be honest, this man's sudden visit made him, who had never been good at speaking, a little overwhelmed. "My name is xx. I am a suspense video author. I came here to collect information because I heard about the mysterious disappearance of people in this village. Can I do a live broadcast in your village?" He was not sure whether xx's words were true or false, but the increasingly scarce rations at home gave him a sense of urgency. "Okay, but don't disturb everyone's rest..." His answer made xx stunned for a moment, but xx then showed a smile, "Okay, no problem." Then xx stuffed five big bills into his hand, "I won't bother you here in vain, I will reward you." He accepted the money blankly, with an imperceptible smile on his lips. After placing xx in an empty room to rest, he returned to his room. He put the money on the table, turned around and entered the house, and religiously took out a carved wooden plaque from a small wooden box. Looking at the wooden sign, his smile widened silently, like a mime... In the village, xx, who was talking about taking a rest, returned to the wooden stake. Looking at the dismembered black cat placed on the wooden stake, his eyes flickered and he paused for a long time...

I have heard of nightmares before, and I also know the scientific principles of this phenomenon commonly known as ghosts on the bed, but when it actually happens to me, the feeling of terror is difficult to resist. On a clear night, the coolness comes from the window and the ground layer by layer. The boring program on the TV is still on, and the actor's emotionless diction makes it worse. I was thinking about how much delicious food my mother would make to make up for the paper money I burned for my ancestors before dinner. The heavy smoke billowing in the drizzle made my eyes still hurt, and it was really hard to be in a good mood. If it weren't for my mother's threats of pocket money and the constant annoyance of life-threatening phone calls, I wouldn't have been able to do such a troublesome thing in the rain. My mother has to work overtime tonight, and there is only one person left at home. Although the TV is ugly, there is a sound when it is turned on, and the house is not so empty. As I read the novel on my phone, my eyelids were trembling. The sound of rain outside seemed to be getting louder and the chill was getting stronger. I retreated further into the sofa, not knowing when my mother would come back. I wrapped myself in a small blanket, and vaguely felt the sound of the TV getting farther and farther away... The bus chair was not comfortable at all, and my throat was dry. I wanted to find some water to drink, but also felt that the air was stuffy. I raised my hand to open the window, but was stopped. It's my best friend Wang Ling. She came over with a bowl of small glutinous rice balls and asked her to eat them with a cute smile. I looked around and saw that there were all junior high school classmates in the car. The lights in the car were very dim, and I didn't know what it looked like outside the car window. It was so dark that it was a bit scary. I don't like these little glutinous rice balls, I don't want them anymore. "Rejected Wang Ling. Wang Ling still refused to give up and tried her best to persuade her to take a bite. Her hand came over, it was wet and cold, and she looked like she had been fished out of the water. If she doesn't eat, I will. ' A male classmate with whom I was not very close came over, snatched Wang Ling's glutinous rice balls, and ate them all at once. Wang Ling walked away unhappy, and the sound of wet water was obvious. Under the dim light, it can be seen that the entire car is dry. The car is driving somewhere, and it makes a squeaking sound - wrong! When Wang Ling walked over, she didn't waver at all! No! No! Wasn't that male classmate dead just now? ! Wang Ling and he both drowned! ! ! Shocked! Open your eyes suddenly! It was still dark before my eyes, and there was a distant sound in my ears, as if someone had put earplugs in my ears, and everything I heard was separated by a layer. I don't know if my sleeping position is too weird, but now my whole body is stiff. I tried hard, just turned my neck, and suddenly I saw my father who was already dead! He died on the sofa! Why is he here? ! What is he doing? ! ! Breathing became difficult, and I couldn't even move my eyelids. Help... I wanted to scream, but the voice was locked in my throat and couldn't come out at all. I wanted to move, but my body couldn't move at all. It was as if the soul had left the body, and the body became so cold. Help! Mom! Struggling desperately, he seems to be getting closer and closer! He is coming!