The ghost story of Jiaozi looking for human flesh

One year, a dumpling shop was opened in a market in a small mountain village. It's delicious, big and elegant, with warm and thoughtful service attitude, but it's so weird that no one eats it! Nobody eats! The boss and the proprietress discussed it and decided to go to the temple to burn incense for divination. The monk in the temple told the boss and proprietress: No one eats your jiaozi because it is not human flesh! Hearing this, the proprietress was terrified out of her wits ~! I thought the monk was trying to scare them again, but the monk was telling the truth. They need human flesh and the flesh of the dead to prosper their business. They went home and thought about it. They must have tried it according to the monk's words. That night, the boss went to the crematorium to steal a body, cleaned it and prepared to surrender. . . . . . Suddenly, he suddenly remembered an important exhortation from the monks that Jiaozi, a dead man, must not let his family eat a little. If he did, it would be a disaster. . . . . . Unexpectedly, someone knocked at the door at five o'clock in the morning, and jiaozi sold one. Later, it was crowded every day, and it was often sold at 1 1 at night. . . . . . This morning, the boss's two children are going to school to bring meals, but because of busy business, the boss's daughter-in-law didn't prepare lunch boxes for the two children. As a result, the second son secretly took out 10 jiaozi from the refrigerator and took it away. . . . . . When I went to school for the second class, my son was hungry, so he opened the lid of the lunch box and ate one. But he found that there were eight jiaozi left in the lunch box. He obviously took 10, and just ate one. There should be nine more. What's going on here? Later, he carefully opened the lid! There are seven left! He didn't dare to look, so he went to his brother. The eldest son didn't believe him, saying that he was stealing vegetables and told the second son to open it. There are only six left. The second son said he didn't steal food. The eldest son opened it himself, 1, and there are five left. If you open one more, there are only four left. When they were poor, they ran home to find their parents. The proprietress fainted when she heard that he had eaten jiaozi, and her two sons told the boss. The proprietress came crying and opened the lunch box. Nine jiaozi are glued to the lid of the lunch box. . . . . .

In July 2005, I graduated from Suzhou Sales Special Student Class. /kloc-in June of 0/4, a two-bedroom apartment in Suzhou Cross Street was shared. The girl who lives in my room is called Gillian. She is my net friend.

Gillian also graduated this year and has never found a job. She hangs out with her boyfriend Zhang Qi every day, doing nothing and fooling around.

Zhang Qi is a very white boy, thin and tall, with long black hair. He wandered around the room and living room with bare arms all summer, and sometimes when he came back from work, he just met me, and I would nod and say hello.

In my eyes, Gillian is a beautiful girl, but perhaps because of this, she is spoiled. She hates any stressful job, so she is only suitable for staying at home. And Zhang Qi ... To be honest, I never thought he was anything good. But Gillian should be dead set on him.

After such a quiet day for more than a month, Gillian and Zhang Qi stayed at home every day and lived by cooking some porridge and rice. Although I have suffered a little from these two spoiled young people, my feelings are still stable.

In mid-August, the weather was not so hot, and Gillian started looking for a job outside. She was really busy for several days in those days, and finally found a job selling perfume to people in the mall. From this point of view, I admire her very much. I didn't expect that love can really change a woman so much and pay so much.

As for Zhang Qi, he has always felt very decadent. His shoulders could not resist and his hands could not be lifted. His only hobby is music, he likes to write his own songs, and he likes to be as arrogant as most artists. Although I never think he has any talent, as long as he is really good to Gillian, then I will bless them.

Gillian began to go out at seven o'clock in the morning and go home at eleven o'clock in the evening, shouldering the burden of their lives hard and regularly. Although Zhang Qi has no job, she must go out after going out every day, but she must come back before eleven o'clock in the evening.

One day three weeks later, I happened to see Zhang Qi walking down the street with a gentle and lovely woman. They are very close and in love.

In the evening I asked Gillian, "What would you do if he fell in love with someone else?"

Gillian smiled and said, "Then I will eat him." Although it was a joke, I was inexplicably cold. So I didn't tell her anything.

When I came back from work the next day, I found Gillian at home. It was at night 17: 42, which should be her working time.

Gillian with unkempt hair is busy in the kitchen. I looked at her back and felt her helplessness. I approached her and saw that she was wrapping jiaozi. The wrapped jiaozi was piled on the waste newspaper, which was covered with five or six newspapers. Gillian's red eyes continue to be wrapped. The thick and broken minced meat in the basin smells disgusting, and the color is particularly bright, very tender and tender.

Gillian seems to be very special, so I won't bother her. I went to the balcony to collect clothes, only to find that the chest of Zhang Qi's original pure white T-shirt was stained with a faint red color, which was almost imperceptible.

In the middle of the night, when I was sleeping with a thin sheet, I suddenly felt cold, as if a very cold body was leaning towards my body. My heart seems to feel that my body is extremely afraid of cold and loneliness, and it is seeking warmth from me.

I quickly turned on the light. There was nothing in the bright fire room, except a faint cry from Gillian's room next door.

I opened the door and was going to the kitchen to get some water to drink. When I passed by Gillian's house, I stumbled and fell directly on the refrigerator in the living room. The door of the refrigerator suddenly opened by itself, and I suddenly looked up and froze at once. God, the refrigerator is full of jiaozi from top to bottom.

The cold air in the refrigerator blew on my face, and I got a cold war and woke up. Close the refrigerator door, curse a ghost and knock on Gillian's door. Gillian opened the door with red eyes. I just wanted to ask her why she was crying, but I saw a large piece of dried blood on the floor behind her. I pointed to the blood and asked her, "Are you hurt?"

Gillian nodded, and then showed me her right index finger: "I cut my hand this afternoon."

I looked at her finger. There was no scar at all. How could a finger bleed so much? At the same time, I found for the first time that there was no Zhang Qi in the room. I asked Gillian, and she said, "He will never come back. He has gone to find his new lover. "

I feel a little guilty for not telling her beforehand, but now she knows. No wonder today is so strange. So without saying anything, I retired.

In the next few days, Zhang Qi didn't appear again, and Gillian had resigned and stayed in a daze all day. I go out every day except when I am jiaozi, and I am alone in my room all the time.

September 2005 18, Mid-Autumn Festival. Originally, I planned to go back to my parents' home for the holiday after work, but Gillian called for the first time and said that she didn't want to spend the holiday alone, so she asked me to accompany her. I think Zhang Qi has only been gone for more than a week, and he must have agreed before he got over his grief.

When she comes home from work at night, Gillian is already busy in the kitchen. On this day, she looks particularly energetic, which is different in peacetime. & ltb r />

She cooked a big pot of jiaozi and served it, looking cheerful. Those jiaozi have been in the refrigerator for over a week.

I took a bite, ah! How sour! I looked at Gillian with a bitter face. She frowned at me with a hint of excitement on her face. Helpless, I had to eat a few in a row. Because I found that Gillian's face was not only excited, but also angry, as if she was ready to chop me up with a knife if I didn't eat.

Jiaozi is sour, fishy and astringent. I ate three bowls under Gillian's gaze, during which I ate long black hair, thin nails and even bones, which were very broken and small.

Gillian tidied up the dishes with satisfaction. I looked at the locked door and rushed to the toilet to vomit.

The next day, the third day, until the fourth day today, that is, 2 1, September 2005. I have been kept at home by Gillian for three days. She forced me to eat a bowl of jiaozi every half hour, and I repeatedly ate and vomited.

She cut off all communication tools and looked at me like peas and carrots with a bloody knife in her hand. Until now, she still stood behind me with a knife and watched me type on the computer in my room. She has long hair, her eyes are shining strangely and she looks at me with an evil smile. Right away ... right now ......

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