A rainy night in a mysterious story

One midsummer evening, it suddenly began to rain, and Yang Mi walked into a dilapidated temple halfway up the mountain.

Most of the statues enshrined in the temple lobby have collapsed. Yang Mi bowed hastily and sat down in a corner casually. At this moment, the mobile phone suddenly rang, it was a short message, and the number was a long string of numbers.

SMS is a story. The name of the story is Talking about Ghosts on a Rainy Night. The content is: On a rainy night, three people of unknown origin met and came to an abandoned temple. According to legend, tonight is a seven-star night that is rare in a hundred years, and a priceless treasure will appear in this ruined temple. According to legend, only ghost stories can draw babies out, and the scarier the better, so they discussed that everyone should tell a ghost story. ...

The story ends here.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, but the rain hasn't abated at all. Yang Mi felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and finally fell asleep. I don't know how long it took, but Yang Mi was awakened by a loud noise. She squinted and looked around, only to find that there was a fire in front, and there were three people sitting around, two women and one man. The tone should be the same as her own, and there was heavy rain on the way up the mountain.

The woman with black-rimmed glasses is Liang Xiaoxiao, the director of a company. Yang Mi always felt a little pale. The man who hides his whole face under the hood is called Zhang Sheng. He is a freelancer. In midsummer, he still wrapped himself in a coat. Finally, the woman named Du Fu, although not as beautiful as Yang Mi, can make sense, but she has many freckles on her face. She claims to be a doctor in the hospital.

Liang Xiaoxiao dialed the fire: "I'm afraid the rain will not stop for a while, but it's boring anyway." Why don't we each tell a ghost story to kill time? " The other two agreed. Yang Mi thought, since they didn't find themselves, they might as well pretend to sleep.

Liang smiled and said, "My idea started with me. The story I want to tell is called soup. " A strange smile appeared on her pale face, and Yang in the corner found a bad cold in her heart.

This is a story that I experienced personally.

I was thirty-two years old and was the director of a small company. Our company is engaged in electronic products, and most of the employees on the assembly line are girls under the age of twenty. They dropped out of school early and entered the society. Without any skills, they can only come to our small factory to sell labor. The factory is far from the city. Whenever there is no order, those energetic girls do nothing. For this reason, I specially bought a batch of inferior sports equipment for them to pass the time, and the sports equipment was placed in the sundry room downstairs in the dormitory.

One morning, just before dawn, the girl Ling came to me in a panic. She said that when she came to return the volleyball last night, she found the light in the utility room on. Hardly had she knocked on the door when the light went out. At this time, she smelled a special fragrance. At that time, she only felt very hungry, and she couldn't remember anything else. She found herself sleeping in the warehouse this morning with a splitting headache. I was so frightened that I had to tell her what happened two years ago under her hard questioning.

Two years ago, the director of this company was a charming man. He seduced a new girl and soon abandoned her. By the way, that girl is also called Ling. Ling couldn't stand the blow, so she hanged herself in the utility room where they had sex for the first time. From then on, this sundry room will always light up at night, and it will also emit a strange fragrance. Some people say that this is Ling's favorite Lancome perfume, but she has no money to buy it ... My story is not finished yet, and Ling in front of me has run away without a trace. I looked at her distant back and smiled.

That night, I went to the utility room, closed the door, lit the light, and started the work that was interrupted by Ling last night. I dragged a body. The body is a young girl. I still clearly remember how sweet she smiled in front of me last night. Her young and healthy body makes my mouth water with envy. I set up a large iron pot filled with special potions and put my young body in it. The soup was soon boiled, and a special smell of meat suddenly filled the whole utility room.

I have been infected with a disease since I was a child. I don't know why, my skin is aging very fast. Just turned ten, and his face was covered with wrinkles. My parents went everywhere for medical treatment, and finally bought a secret recipe from a traveler at a high price and cooked a beautiful young woman in a special potion. As long as you drink the cooked broth, your skin will become delicate and smooth. The younger and more beautiful the woman who cooks soup, the more fragrant and effective the soup will be. I bought this factory because there are many materials for cooking soup.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, scooped a mouthful with a spoon and sent it into my mouth. I heard a voice ask, "How does this soup taste?"

I casually replied, "Yes, it's delicious." I didn't realize it was wrong until I finished speaking. I looked up, and the girl in the pot grabbed the spoon in my hand and scooped up the soup in the pot. Pieces of meat fell from her face and soup spilled, but she drank the soup as if she had lost consciousness. I'm too scared to move. She licked her lips after drinking the soup and said, "It's delicious. I'm not full yet. Let's drink your soup next ... "

Liang Xiaoxiao finished the story and smiled, and the white powder on his face fell off.

When Yang was looking for lunch, someone just gave her a bowl of broth and almost spit it out. Du Fu spat: "It's disgusting enough, but it's not true enough. Listen to me. " The name of the story is scalpel.

I have been timid since I was a child, but my father, who is a doctor, expects me to take over his class, and I am reluctant to part with it.

I only stayed in medical school for half a year and soon got used to all kinds of death. The teacher asked us to study every organ tirelessly. Before I met Sister Ling, I had no friends at school. She is three years older than me and stays in the laboratory all day for the postgraduate entrance examination. He has a boyfriend who is very handsome. I never understood why Ling was willing to leave such an excellent boyfriend aside and spend the night in the laboratory with a dead body. At least I dare not stay alone in the experimental building until midnight. She never believes in ghosts and legends, and she always turns her back on screaming girls. In her words, medical students should not be afraid of ghosts.

I played a joke on her that day. I told a story that was widely circulated in medical college: "After the bell struck twelve o'clock in the morning, I threw my scalpel behind me in the laboratory. If there is no sound of the knife falling to the ground, it is a fool who secretly caught the knife behind your back ... "Ling laughed and called me a boring child, and then hurried into the gray building.

The next day, Sister Ling was found dead in that laboratory. The autopsy report said that the cause of death was sudden cardiac paralysis. Only then did I know that a girl really died in the lab before, and she was a good friend of Ling Jie. Now everyone suspects that Sister Ling murdered her.

Ling's sister's boyfriend is very sad. I comforted him as a good friend at the right time. Later, he became my boyfriend. Later, I also began to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination. I spent more and more time in the laboratory building, and I have long forgotten Sister Ling.

That night, I stayed late in the lab, it was past twelve o'clock. I suddenly remembered that joke, when the wind made the window of the laboratory creak and the scalpel in my hand suddenly became particularly conspicuous. There seems to be a strong uneasiness, and my hand seems to be out of control. By the time I realized it, the scalpel had been thrown behind me. My heart is beating fast, one second, two seconds ... There is still silence behind me, and it goes deep into the bone marrow.

That night three years ago, I secretly followed Ling. I know that she has congenital heart disease like me, and she has an extremely curious heart. I hid behind her and caught the two scalpels she threw behind me. Then she was scared to death. I'm not sad to lose this friend. Her boyfriend is also my type.

I picked up a scalpel and threw it behind me, but there was still no sound of landing. I turned around and saw Ling Jie with long hair and shawl standing behind me, holding two knives in her hand. ...

Liang Xiaoxiao asked and then what, are you dead? Du Fu bowed his head and played with the knife in his hand, smiling without a word. Yang Mi always felt an indescribable strangeness between his eyebrows and eyes.

Zhang Sheng pulled down his hood and began his story.

The name of the story is the third party.

Zhang Sheng said that I was seriously injured by a car on my way home three years ago. The accident kept me in bed for a whole year. During this year, my wife Ling took good care of me in spite of her busy schedule. A Ling is my college classmate. At that time, there were many famous beauties on campus, and the most popular one was Zheng Heng, the second young master of Zheng Da Group, a leading enterprise in Hengyun City. Zheng Heng is young and rich, in the prime of life. A Ling was born beautiful and versatile. They naturally walked together and became lovers in everyone's eyes.

However, Zheng Heng's father strongly opposed their marriage, and the two young people were desperate and finally decided to double suicide. They met on a full moon night, tied dumbbells and jumped into the green water lake of Hengyun University. Hand in hand, they walked slowly into the cold lake. Just as the lake was about to drown their heads, Zheng Heng regretted it. He took out the dagger he had already prepared, cut the rope and fled alone. Ling watched her lover swim back to the shore and never looked back. Just when Ling was desperate, I appeared. Desperately, I jumped into the cold lake and dragged Ling to the shore crazily. After graduation, Ling and I got married and our married life was very harmonious.

I have been in poor health for two years and seldom go out. I gradually found that Ling seems to be a different person. She often stays alone in a daze and doesn't talk to me. This situation reminds me of a very sensitive word: the third party.

It's dark every day, Ling dresses up and goes out. I followed quietly, only to see her get on a car and leave. This car is the one that hit me three years ago. Its owner, the third party now, turned out to be Ling's first love, Zheng Heng. Now that my father has passed away, I watched him kneel down and propose to Ling. I just feel like the world is falling apart in front of me.

At night, I finally figured it out. If I love someone, I have to let go, as long as the person I love can be happy. I have made up my mind to ask my wife for a divorce tonight, but I have searched everywhere and can't find a marriage certificate.

At this point, Yang Mi was more than I could bear. She went to the fire and sat down: "Is this a ghost story or a love story?"

The three men were not surprised to see Yang Mi, Zhang Ying continued.

At this moment, an upstairs Ling Ran, in tears, took out a black-and-white photo of Zhang Sheng from the cupboard, hugged the photo tightly and burst into tears: "Sheng, Zheng Heng proposed to me again today. He said that he really didn't mean to be involved in the car accident three years ago, but I still refused him. Although you have been gone for two years, I still can't forget you. "

Standing at the window, I turned my face and looked at the mirror on the cabinet. There was no shadow of me in the mirror.

I finally realized that I loved Ling so much that I didn't even know that I had died in the hospital two years ago. So I'm a third party.

After listening to this ending, Yang Mi was somewhat disappointed and suddenly realized: "You said that this is something you experienced personally, which means that you have ..."

Liang Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand and lifted Zhang Sheng's hat. There is nothing under the hat where there should be a head. Zhang sheng's voice came from the air: "yes, I am dead, and even my body was cremated." Besides, are there any living people here besides you? "

Yang Mi looked at the other two men and saw that the white powder on Liang Xiaoxiao's face had peeled off, and many bones were exposed beside the old wrinkles. The freckles on cuckoo's face are obviously more than before, and the area is getting bigger and bigger, and even a few bugs are crawling around on it.

Yang Mi let out a cry of fear and stepped back. She slipped and fell to the ground, but there was a burst of laughter behind her Liang Xiaoxiao said apologetically, "Miss, we were just filming, but I didn't expect to really scare you."

Looking back, Yang found that all three people in front of him were restored to their original state. She asked what happened.

Liang Xiaoxiao smiled apologetically: "I am the director. We are making a movie called Talking about Ghosts on a Rainy Night. They are all actors. Those horrible scenes just now are all made up. " . In the middle of our performance, you accidentally intervened, and I had a brainwave. Your real performance added a lot of color to our film. "

Yang Mi looked at it from the sidelines. If there are a lot of photographic equipment, he will be relieved. She went back to the fire. Just then, the mobile phone received another message. Alphanumeric is still a long string of numbers. She opened it, and it turned out to be a follow-up to that story. Yang Mi said to the crowd, "I heard the three stories you just told, and now I'm going to tell one, which I personally experienced."

Liang Xiaoxiao gave a cry. Yang Mi read it out according to the short message: "One night, it was raining heavily, and three people of unknown origin met and came to an abandoned temple. According to legend, tonight is a once-in-a-century night, and a priceless treasure will appear in this temple. According to legend, only ghost stories can draw babies out, and the scarier the better, so they discuss telling a ghost story with each other ... Finally, when the story is over, the baby really appears. This baby is actually a woman's heart. Growing up on a cloudy day, a pure yin girl born on a cloudy day. Eat it, no matter how long you die, people can be reborn ... "Yang Mi stopped here and asked everyone:" When was that cloudy day? "

Du Fu said, "When is your birthday? It's a cloudy day in a cloudy day. "

Yang Mi was surprised. Du Fu's whole face suddenly became dirty. She threw the worm on her face into her mouth and chewed, "Now that you know the truth, do it in advance." Looking for a knife to stab Yang.

Yang Mi finally understood that these people in front of him, no, should be ghosts. They are not making movies at all, but they are already late. She felt cold in her heart and saw that her bloody heart was caught by Zhang Sheng, still pounding, and then she fell down.

At the moment when Yang Mi fell to the ground, the lights lit up and applause thundered all around. Yang Mi patted the dust and stood up. Liang ingratiating smile way: "My big star Yang, your acting skills are getting more and more perfect ..." Before the words were finished, Yang Mi gave Du Fu a slap in the face without warning: "How did you use the prop knife? You even hurt me. Can you afford it? " Du Fu looked at the prop knife in his hand, and there was indeed a trace of blood on it.

Yang Mi, an internationally renowned actress, was scared to death alive because she couldn't bear the thrilling plot during her participation in the movie Talking about Ghosts on a Rainy Night! This news caused an uproar in the major media, and once this little-known film was released, it sensationalized the whole country.

The celebration banquet of "Talking about ghosts on rainy nights" is scheduled to be held in the largest hotel in Hengyun City. Zhang Sheng is an alcoholic. He comes to the bathroom to wash his face. The mobile phone receives a short message, which is a long string of alphanumeric characters. When Zhang Sheng opened it, the wine woke up at once. I know how you plotted to kill Yang Mi. Come to the temple you filmed at 7 o'clock tonight. Here is what you want, which is out of date. The signature is ling.

Zhang Sheng drove to the foot of the mountain in the suburbs. At this time, it began to rain lightly. He hurried up the hill. When he came to the ruined temple, he found that Liang Xiaoxiao and Du Fu had arrived early. It turned out that he was not the only one who received the text message. Zhang Gang sat down by the fire, and a voice said, "Everyone is here at last. It's time to tell a story. " Zhang Yingsheng felt that the voice was so familiar that he couldn't breathe for a moment, so he could only listen quietly with his head down.

Ten years ago, in an unknown film academy, five like-minded students formed a small crew. They are director Liang Xiaoxiao, screenwriters Du Fu and Zhang Sheng, and outstanding dancers and singers A Ling and Yang Mi. Traditionally, an opera competition is held every year, and the winning team will be signed by a famous film company. This is a good opportunity for them, but the problem is coming. There are four actors in Zhang Sheng's play Talking about Ghosts on a Rainy Night, which means that one of them can't take part in the competition. Finally, they decided to draw lots between Ling and Yang Mi. Ling is Zhang Sheng's girlfriend. Zhang Sheng naturally hoped that she could take part in the performance, so he tampered with the lottery, but Yang Mi stabbed her on the spot. A Ling was under pressure and announced her withdrawal. That day, everyone broke up in discord.

They rehearsed hard for a month, but the day before the competition, they found that another troupe had staged their script and achieved excellent results. Yang Mi was dissatisfied with the statement that A Ling could not participate in the performance, and revealed their scripts to her opponents. Zhang Sheng didn't believe it, but A Ling broke up with him at this time and joined another crew. The cruel facts do not allow them to doubt. On a rainy night, the four of them invited Ling to this ruined temple and killed her cruelly. The body was hastily buried behind the clay statue.

Actually, it was Yang Mi who betrayed the cast. She sold the script at a high price and then went to Korea to make her face and figure more perfect. After returning to China, Yang Mi changed her name to Yang Mi, and made use of various hidden rules to become a popular Hua Dan in the Mainland. Finally, one day, the other three crew members discovered the truth and decided to take revenge. They threatened to report plastic surgery to the media, forcing Yang Mi to cooperate with them in filming, and even poisoned the prop knife during filming, but it was faked as shock death. Yang Mi's agent was afraid that Yang Mi's plastic surgery would be found out by forensic doctors, and it would go away. The three of them not only got revenge, but also took the opportunity to become famous in the film industry.

Tears came out of my eyes: "I regret it, Ling, I really regret it ..."

The voice gave a sharp laugh: "I'm not Ling. Ling died ten years ago. Now I'll give you a chance. The box in front of you contains Yang Mi's heart. As the script says, whoever grabs this treasure will survive. " Hehehehehe, now the performance begins. "

Three people glances, at the same time, reaching for the box, the box was pushed to the ground, and a bleeding heartbeat came out. ...

Three days later, the police found three bodies, a heart of unknown origin and a female bone in the ruined temple in the mountains. The identities of these three bodies have been confirmed as director Liang Xiaoxiao, stylist Du Fu and screenwriter Zhang Sheng. According to the residents at the foot of the mountain, in addition to the above three people, there was a beautiful young woman who went up the mountain on the day of the crime, but she didn't come down in the end.

The police said that the case needed further investigation. ...

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