Thriller Night Talk

"...Hey, I was scared to death!"

"I was also taken aback. I didn't expect that person to actually jump down!"

It was nearly twelve o'clock, and Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan were sitting at a barbecue stand, eating supper and listening to the guests next to them.

A man and a woman sat at the table next to them, both in their early twenties, they seemed to be a couple.

These two people were the onlookers who had just yelled to tell Mr. A to dance quickly and not waste time.

Although they just witnessed a bloody jumping scene, the emotions of the two did not seem to be affected by it. On the contrary, they were very excited about witnessing an accident.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan followed them all the way, and found that the topic of the couple seemed to turn around about Mr. A jumping off the building every now and then.

At the beginning, the woman was still a little scared, and would say a few words such as "so terrible" when describing the corpse with a broken head.

It's just that some people's nature is roughly like this-when one thing is used as a topic of conversation, repeatedly hung on the lips, chewed back and forth, and then shared with other people, the original fear and fear will disappear, and simply just talk about it It was seen as a lively activity that could be used for entertainment.

"Wait, I'll post a circle of friends."

The man was holding the grilled skewers in one hand and the mobile phone in the other, his mouth was very busy, and he didn't forget to post the photos of the scene of jumping off the building that he just took on his social platform.

"Tell me, is there something wrong with that man?"

His girlfriend said:

"I saw him crying and yelling when he jumped off the building. He looked reluctant, but he jumped off after all! Could it be the legendary schizophrenia?"

"Looking at him like that, he must be crazy!"

The man picked up the beer and took two sips:

"Anyway, he's the one who wants to dance, he loves it to death, it has nothing to do with us!"

The two chatted about the food and drink on the topic of Mr. A, then they naturally got off topic and turned to other things.

……

After midnight, the couple got up to pay their bills and were ready to leave.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan exchanged glances, and followed them silently.

The couple had a clear goal and went straight to the lovehotel at the intersection, apparently planning to spend a good night together.

"Is it really useful to follow them?"

Wei Fuyuan was afraid of arousing suspicion, so he didn't dare to get too close, just separated by an intersection, like a spy, looked through the glass door at the two people who were checking in at the front desk.

"Are you sure the angry ghost will find them both?"

Standing beside Young Master Wei, Beiquan spread his hands, "[-]% sure."

He smiled:

"However, anyway, this is the only clue left now, isn't it?"

Wei Fuyuan pointed at the glass door:

"They are going in, what shall we do now?"

Beiquan: "Nothing to do."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and Guan Hu Suying, who had been at his feet, jumped out.

Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The little fox that only the two of them could see ran across the street like a gust of wind, went straight through the closed sensor glass door, and plunged into the small hotel. Like a shadow, it followed closely Behind the couple who had completed the formalities, they went upstairs quietly.

Beiquan turned his head, rolled his eyes, and said to his assistant:

"Next, we'll just have to wait."

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The couple opened the door with their room card, hugged each other stickily into the bathroom, squeezed into the narrow shower room to wash, and rolled impatiently onto the double bed.

In the corner of the room, at a place they hadn't noticed before, a little snow-white fox was squatting at this moment, licking its paws boredly, as if the busy two on the bed were just air.

After the passion was satisfied, the man and the woman hugged each other and fell asleep quickly.

The electronic clock on the bedside table ticked silently.

1 minute, 10 minutes, half an hour, an hour...

……

At three o'clock in the morning, the dreaming woman vaguely heard some strange movement.

"squeak--"

"Crunch—crunch—"

"Squeak-"

The sound was not loud, but very sharp and ear-piercing, like a needle piercing through the eardrum and hitting the nerve in charge of hearing one after another, piercing people's teeth sorely and making the whole body uncomfortable.

The woman frowned and buried her head in the pillow, trying to avoid the unpleasant noise.

"Squeak—creak—"

"crunch-"

It seems that the sound of fingernails scratching the blackboard is still going on.

The woman muttered vaguely, and opened her eyes half asleep.

The room they slept in was on the third floor, close to the road, and the curtains in the hourly room were thin. Even in the middle of the night, the neon and street lights facing the street could still shine into the room through a thin layer of fabric.

Too lazy to turn on the light, the woman looked around with the light coming in from the window, trying to find the source of the sound.

She followed the prestige and looked around, suddenly shocked.

Outside the thin curtains, there was a shadow of a person.

Yes, that is indeed a person.

The woman could clearly see the contours of the man's head, neck and shoulders, as well as the protruding hands of the man, bent into claws.

But at this moment, the top of the shadow's head was clearly facing down, as if a rope tied his feet and hung him upside down outside the window.

"crunch-"

"squeak--"

The shadow was still scratching the glass again and again, as if he wanted to dig a hole out of the window with his ten fingers.

——But this is the third floor! !

The woman froze on the bed, her heart was filled with fear, she was completely dumbstruck, and couldn't even scream.

She clearly remembered that there was a wall outside the window, facing the road, without a balcony, let alone other footholds, so how did a big living person hang upside down outside the window and scratch their glass with his hands! ?

The scream that was about to blurt out seemed to materialize into a ball of cotton, stuck in the woman's throat, leaving only the sound of gasping with tears.

She stretched out her hand and tremblingly patted her boyfriend who was sleeping soundly beside her.

The man snorted and covered his head with the blanket impatiently.

The woman pushed him harder.

At this moment, the sound of fingernails scratching the glass stopped.

The woman opened her eyes wide, staring at the upside-down figure outside the window in fear.

The deathly silence lasted about three seconds.

"Squeak-"

There was another rattling sound from the windows.

It's just that this time it's not scratching the glass, but the sound of metal hinges rubbing against each other.

The woman's pupils suddenly shrank.

She saw that the thin curtains were pushed open, and a palm-width slit was opened on the inside of the casement.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The nerves that the woman was struggling to support finally broke down completely at this moment.

She let out a hoarse scream.

The man woke up suddenly.

He turned over and sat up, still sleepy, before he could speak, he saw his girlfriend rolling out of bed, crying and crawling towards the door.

"you--"

The man just wanted to ask what you were going crazy in the middle of the night, when he heard the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

When he turned around, he was frightened out of his wits.

A pale, thin hand slowly opened the curtain.

Immediately afterwards, the man stared dumbfounded at a head stretching its neck, and poking into the room through the open window in an upside-down posture.

It was the head of a young man.

The light in the room was too dark, and the man couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

But he saw that the man's face was clearly smeared with a large black liquid.

——No, that's not some black liquid, but blood!

The man finally realized what he was seeing.

——Yes, that's a man with blood on his face!

——A person who is hanging upside down with blood on his face!

He uttered a scream like a beast howling, rolled and rolled out of bed, pushed away his girlfriend who was blocking the door, unlocked the door, and stumbled into the corridor.

"Ghost!!"

The man ran like crazy and shouted:

"There are ghosts! There are ghosts!"

The volume of his yelling was so loud that it could almost knock down the ceiling, but even so, no waiter or guest came out to take a look.

At this time, the woman also escaped from the room, followed behind her boyfriend, and kept turning her head while running.

The couple staggered to the elevator at the end of the corridor, frantically tapping the down button.

However, both elevators stopped at the top floor, and there was no intention of moving at all.

"Floor, stairs!"

The man rushed towards the fire door in the stairwell, "Let's go down the stairs!"

After finishing speaking, he had already plunged into the stairwell, and the woman hurriedly followed.

Then they quickly discovered that this was a very wrong decision.

Obviously their room was on the third floor, but they ran all the way down, turning one corner after another, exhausted and out of breath, unable to reach the exit on the ground floor.

"Ghost hitting the wall!"

The woman cried out, "This is a ghost hitting the wall!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the man running ahead suddenly braked suddenly, leaned his upper body back, and sat down on the stairs under inertia.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The man screamed and changed direction, and began to climb up with hands and feet.

His girlfriend just glanced down and made the same choice as him.

"It's catching up! It's going to catch up!"

From the point of view of the two of them, the ghost that was supposed to follow behind them unexpectedly appeared directly under the stairs at some point.

That person, or the ghost, was wearing blood-stained pajamas, and he was lying on the steps at this moment, his cervical spine was obviously misaligned, and the angle of his head was completely beyond the reach of any living person.

But it's not really alive.

Although the ghost's face was covered with blood, the couple recognized each other with just a glance-it was the guy who fell to death in front of them a few hours ago.

"None of our business!"

The man nearly collapsed and shouted hysterically:

"We didn't kill you, why are you pestering us!?"

But Mr. A turned into a fierce ghost who didn't care what he was yelling at all, just looked up at his broken neck head, and crawled towards the two expressionlessly.

"Ahhhh!"

The couple are almost torn apart.

In extreme panic, they were like animals driven into a desperate situation by hunters, their minds went blank, they couldn't think at all, and could only flee blindly in the opposite direction.