stories that happened on a specific occasion

When I first walked into this room, I was struck by a heavy smell, and I staggered back a few steps, but I still chose to go in.

I'm not a social reporter, so I seldom ask about or understand many things related to children's feuds and social disputes.

But, D is.

When I first met D, I was just entering the industry and I was working as a trainee reporter in an unknown newspaper office.At that time, D was already a senior social reporter.

Senior is not just a title.In the industry of journalists, seniority often also represents your source of news, information reliability and timeliness. D is such a reporter, he can always get the freshest first-hand news in the fastest time, and get more in-depth content through personal relationships, which D always calls "materials".

The place where I met D today was the place where I was getting the "materials".

As soon as I stepped into this building, I regretted it a little.

In the courtyard in front of the building, several police cars drove away with sirens, and the remaining ambulance still had its lights flashing.I pushed open the heavy glass door, and I could see the door on the other side, and several people hurried out carrying a black object.Judging from the texture, it should be a body bag.

Just a little hesitant, wondering if I should go inside again, I suddenly received a call from D.

"Have you arrived yet?" D asked, but before I could answer, he immediately said, "Come to the 23rd floor, get off the elevator and find me in the stairwell of the emergency exit." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Having said that, I couldn't shirk it, so I had to bite the bullet and press the elevator on the 23rd floor.

Thinking about it, I haven't seen him for more than a year, I was thinking about it in the elevator.When was the last time, and in what scene and place did you meet?

Maybe it's the same as this time, most of them are idle to reminisce about the old days.

It's strange to say that it's just for the sake of meeting, it seems that they never meet in such a comfortable environment as a coffee shop or restaurant.Unlike the imaginary reminiscences like drinking tea and chatting, it seems that every time they are in such a place-the murder scene or nearby.Perhaps this is also the magic of D. From the day I knew him, I have never seen him take a break or ask for leave.

I got out of the elevator, looked around, and finally found D.

He secretly summoned me into the stairwell, and then kept adjusting the camera in his hand.

"What?" I haven't seen each other for a long time, and I don't feel like I'm born, so I asked, "Did you find any good information?"

"Shh~" D lowered his voice and said to me: "Just wait for them to evacuate." D continued to prepare and told me: "I have already contacted the room manager here, give me a letter in a while, and we will go in .”

"Won't that spoil the scene?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter, just take a few photos at the door and we'll leave." D said.

D and I waited in the dimly lit upstairs room, exchanged simple greetings, but didn't dare to speak loudly.Finally, D looked at his phone, gave me a wink, and carefully opened the door.I followed behind him carefully, and walked quietly along the wall.

D entered the door first, holding up his camera and shooting frantically as if nothing had happened.

I haven't seen you for a long time, and I was also negligent, so I followed the door without thinking.

A strong fishy smell rushed over.

I took a few steps back, but I couldn't stop my curiosity, so I covered my face before walking in.

I didn't dare to look at the whole room carefully, but only glanced a few times.I saw a black-red imprint at the entrance, a darker color than the unwashed crimson carpet.I decided to leave, turned around and looked at myself in the mirror, under the dim orange top light, even my own face looked a little weird.Suddenly, I noticed that there were some red dots on the mirror, which seemed to be sprayed from one direction. I didn't dare to think about it, so I left the room.

Not long after, D also came out.

While posting and looking at the photos in the camera, he urged me to leave quickly with him.As soon as we got to the elevator, we ran into two policemen, who looked us up and let us into the elevator.

Both D and I let out a long sigh.

"How?" D asked.

I don't know where to start, I just shook my head and smiled, "You're still the same."

D and I walked to a nearby small park, found a quiet place and sat down.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the topic came back again.

"What happened in that room just now?" I asked.

"Group suicide." D replied.

I was a little surprised. I thought that the plot would only be staged in movies or news, but I didn't expect that I would step into it without knowing it.

"A total of five died." D continued.

"Five dead bodies in that room?" I almost exclaimed.

D glanced at me, the kind of calm eyes of people who have experienced the wind and rain, and based on my understanding of him, it was also mixed with a little contempt.

"How can there be five people in one room?" D asked back, and continued: "There is only one person in that room."

D briefly explained to me the case he is currently following and reporting, but then joked with me: "You may like this news, but I think it's just a mental disorder."

The person who died in the room was a sophomore in the local middle school, a survivor of the student mass suicide case that caused a sensation a few months ago.At that time, at the end of last year, a total of four students met in the school and committed suicide by jumping off the building collectively.These four students are all students of the same middle school. Among them, there are good academic performances, average and unsatisfactory ones, boys and girls, some from rich families and some from relatively poor families. They have nothing in common with each other. point.According to the narrations of their classmates, they were also shocked when they heard the news, because these four people had no intersection in normal times, and some of them even didn't talk much to each other.After the case happened, the police, family members and the school did not find anyone’s suicide note. There was a pile of charred things near the place where these people committed suicide. Judging from the remaining traces, they were some paper products and some parts of mobile phones. They were all burned beyond repair.The heart to die, it is obvious.

The four students who were reported in the news from beginning to end, how come the so-called fifth surviving person?

I asked curiously: "Didn't the news report that there were four students?"

D glanced at me again, and while confirming the photos in the camera, he smiled and said: "If you want to know what will happen next, let's read my special report."

I was turned off, but I refused to let it go, and said: "It's been a long time since I haven't seen you, and I'm still unfamiliar, so it's just an inconvenience."

D laughed loudly, pointed at me and said, "Your temper has not changed at all."

"Don't worry, I will send you this news as soon as possible, but not today. If you accidentally tell others, my news will be given away for nothing." D said.

"Okay, okay, it's not difficult for you. It's up to me to send it to me or not, but you know I must be interested?" I said.

"If you have a story, don't you accept it?" D stood up and said, "You are getting more and more picky. Don't worry, it must be your model."

After speaking, D began to organize the things at hand.

"Are you leaving now? Don't you want to have dinner together?" I asked.

D lowered his hat, and said, "Let's avoid it for now, the smell of blood in the nose hasn't dissipated yet."

Before leaving, I did not forget to check my website homepage with him, and D promised that I would send me an email, so I let him go.

Two weeks ago, I finalized a new quarterly theme, and X Pidian submitted it immediately.Soon, during this week, the style of the entire web page was revised, and the theme of the new issue also appeared at the top in the form of a section headline.

I am very satisfied looking at the title picture. An old building can see neat rows of tables and chairs through the windows. In the distance, dusk is approaching. A blood-red flag on a pale flagpole is in the middle of the line of sight, and the other side is lush The banyan tree looks gloomy and depressing.There are a few pale characters printed on the dark picture: childhood school.

Ching Ming is coming, and I feel a little uneasy when I look at these submissions again.

Regardless of whether I really believe it or not, but after all, I have just stepped into the scene of a murder, and it will usher in the day of offering sacrifices and sweeping graves. There is always a feeling of sitting on the grave and telling ghost stories, and it is inevitable that I will be a little flustered.

And the unknown is the deadliest of all fears.

Because I haven't seen it, I feel as if I will meet it at any time; because I don't know it, I let my imagination draw a picture that has no boundaries.Therefore, most of the time it is personal consciousness that is at work.

While hesitating, I opened the home page of the website.

It's only been published for less than a week, and there are already hundreds of posts below.I browsed briefly, and saw that the one with the highest click-through rate was a post published by Miss K.

It can be known from Miss K's simple description that she used to be a student of a medical school.Although I have seen many corpses and human organs in medical school, these terms that are usually regarded as horror elements are hardly mentioned in the article. Instead, it is an incident that happened not long after she first entered school, which has made her remember to this day .

Miss K's story

When it comes to medical university, it must be a place full of all kinds of ghost stories.After all, here the living and the dead live in a common space.

Miss K also entered this new campus with such thoughts in mind.

Although I grew up in an atheist family, I have heard some strange things from others.Especially after practicing medicine myself, there seems to be something indescribably hidden in a place beyond the reach of science.The existence of these two kinds of thoughts often collided in Miss K's head, but she still couldn't sort out which side was right and which side won.

When Ms. K first entered the medical university, many seniors reminded the freshmen half-jokingly that they should not go to the bathroom on the second floor of the main building alone in the middle of the night, because the upstairs is a place to enlarge their bodies; It is the site of ghosts; it is not easy to sit in the last row of the study room, do not use the penultimate table in the anatomy room, and the lights in the last row of the pharmacology classroom must be turned on as long as there are people, etc.

Listening to these alone is enough for Miss K to digest and struggle with herself for five years.

Fortunately for Ms. K, the dormitories for this year's expansion are all newly built.The new dormitory building is much more spacious and bright than the old-fashioned dormitory, and there are no legends.

Ms. K has a lot of girls this year, so there are two buildings in total that are girls' dormitories. They are six floors opposite each other, and they are not far apart. From her window, she can clearly see every move in the opposite dormitory building.

The two newly established girls' dormitories are just behind the old dormitory building, and it's not too far to go to class.Therefore, the dormitory has always made Ms. K feel that it is the safest place.Miss K stays in the dormitory most of the time, especially on weekends.

The text is introduced here, and then we start to enter the topic.

Ms. K recalled that on the first weekend of the medical university, most of the local classmates went home, so she took the opportunity to occupy the entire dormitory.Clothes were left unpacked, the music was left to the public and no one cared about it, simply, he didn’t even go to the cafeteria, and went straight back to the dormitory with takeaways to watch American TV dramas.

Just as Ms. K put away the takeaway and took off her coat and threw it aside, she suddenly felt someone staring at her.But he was obviously the only one in the room, and he didn't know where this feeling of being watched came from.But it can be felt, as if the consciousness has grown a layer of soft hair, being secretly teased by an invisible hand.

Miss K felt that maybe she was being sensitive, and before going back to her small desk, she planned to close the curtains.

Finally, Miss K found out that there was a girl in the opposite building looking in her direction.

Miss K didn't pay much attention to it at first, after all, everyone is a girl, so she didn't mind much.However, Miss K's position is right next to the window, and even with the curtains closed, Miss K still seems to be able to feel that the girl is constantly looking at her. Miss K said that she didn't know how to explain it, she just knew it was an intuition.

Miss K felt a little strange, so she opened the curtains to confirm.

Sure enough, she found that the girl was looking at her all the time. She looked at Miss K's window with a serious expression, without any other movements. Miss K felt a little disgusted and closed the curtains again.

As a result, throughout the weekend, Miss K could feel the sight from the opposite building.And the girl sat motionless by the window every time, looking straight at Miss K's window.

Miss K did not intend to hide this matter, and she immediately shared it with her roommates who came back after the weekend.

But to her surprise, the answers she got were almost all that the building opposite was not fully occupied at present, and the room in the building opposite Miss K should be unoccupied.

Hearing this, Miss K suddenly felt overwhelmed.

If no one lives, who is the girl who watched me for two days?Could it be that he really encountered such a thing?

Since then, Miss K recalled that although I still saw the girl sitting there from time to time, most of the time I drew the curtains.

But it was strange to say that every time Miss K secretly looked across, she could find that the girl opposite seemed to be looking at her too.Every time she wears white clothes and wears the same hairstyle.

Ms. K couldn't help telling this matter to a friend again, but the friend persuaded him: "It's all due to psychological effects and angles." The friend gave an example, as if you suddenly paid attention to something Or someone, I feel that the information about this thing or person is overwhelming, but in fact they exist objectively when you are not paying attention; for another example, many people have found that "Mona Lisa's Smile" no matter what angle it is Look, they all seem to be smiling at themselves.Because I cared about it, I relatively felt that the other party was doing the same thing, but in fact, with such a long distance, who can be sure that the girl must be looking at Miss K?

Hearing this, Miss K felt that her friend's explanation seemed reasonable, so she stopped thinking about it.

Until the second weekend, when Ms. K was in the dormitory alone again, she carefully opened half of the curtains to let the dormitory enjoy the sunshine.

Although I know that I shouldn't care about it anymore, and I shouldn't deliberately look at the other side, but the more I do this, the more unavoidable I want to do it.

In the end, I took a look.

At this moment, Miss K suddenly noticed that the girl in the opposite dormitory suddenly raised her arm, and then waved to her slightly!

At that time, Miss K was so frightened that her blood flowed back, she only knew that she was frozen in place, and she pretended not to see and pulled the curtains again.

At that time, Miss K was very sure that she had met a ghost.

According to the experience of the older generation, if you see ghosts, just ignore them as if you don't see them, so that they will think you can't see them and don't bother you anymore.However, Miss K's case seems a bit special.

Miss K obviously pretended not to see her, but every time she still looked at Miss K and started to greet her.

Miss K became more and more frightened, so she had to close the curtain tightly and never open it again.

Only half a month after coming to school, Miss K regretted that she had chosen the wrong choice.If it was an ordinary university, there wouldn't be so many supernatural events, she thought.

This matter has been bothering Ms. K for almost a month, until the elective courses of this semester officially started, and things have an unexpected new change.

In the first elective class, Miss K was terrified. The reason was nothing but the teacher who came to teach her. It was the girl in the dormitory opposite who had been looking at her!

Miss K thought that only she could see her at first, but after a few minutes, she was sure that she had actually attended a class of "ghost teacher".And this "ghost teacher" also seemed to recognize Miss K, and stopped her after class.

It was only when they met face to face that Miss K discovered that the teacher himself had a strange aura.The skin is very fair, the speech is very slow and the voice is very soft, but despite this, he is a solid young and beautiful double-degree master who graduated from a well-known foreign medical university.

"This classmate, we have actually met before, do you remember?" She said to Miss K.

Miss K immediately nodded frequently.

Of course I remember, and it's not just that simple. Miss K seems to be living in the shadow of her eyes for almost a month after entering school, which can be said to be hardworking.

"Then can I have a few words with you?" she asked.

Miss K had no reason to refuse for a while. Of course, what made her even more curious was what did she want to tell herself? Miss K also wondered why she kept staring at herself.

"Are you a freshman?" she asked, taking Miss K to a quiet place in the school cafeteria.

Miss K nodded, still can't believe that she is a real person.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Without knowing where the courage came from, Miss K cut straight to the point without holding back.

She was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect Miss K to question her directly like this, so the atmosphere instantly became a little awkward.She also immediately showed a look of hesitation, and her snow-white face also flushed.

"Do you know that our school allows day students?" She said suddenly.

Day school means not living in school, but only coming to school for classes and activities.

Miss K couldn't keep up with what she said, so she had to answer: "I know, but I'm not a local."

Hearing this, she looked embarrassed again, and finally bit her cheeks tightly and said to Miss K: "Come to my dormitory."

Miss K refused intentionally, but she added another sentence: "You will know when you come."

Curiosity killed the cat, Miss K still accepted her invitation.

Although they are all in the same area, the dormitory where Ms. K lives is still facing the sun, and the rooms in the opposite dormitory are all shaded.So, as soon as she walked into the dormitory building, she suddenly felt a gust of wind, and Miss K couldn't help getting goosebumps all over her body.

Following her all the way to the fifth floor, the stairs leading to the fifth floor from the fourth floor turned out to be unlit.

"There are not many people living in this building, and the lower floors are for students of some minor majors. Some rooms above the fifth floor are given over to us trainee teachers." She explained to Miss K.

Miss K observed carefully, there were no more than six people including herself and her in the five floors.Thinking of this, Miss K couldn't help feeling cold on the soles of her feet.

She opened the door of the dormitory room, and the layout inside was exactly the same as Miss K's dormitory, except that the original bunk beds were replaced by two single beds, and a long white table was placed by the window.

She just sits here and looks at Miss K every day.

Miss K entered the room, she went to the window, then drew the curtains aside and motioned for Miss K to come towards her.

Miss K came to her side, stood in front of the long table and looked out the window.

That is Miss K's dormitory.

Sure enough, all of this is not my own psychological effect.

It turned out that it was such a feeling and sight.Every time, looking in the direction of Miss K's dormitory from here, just like she is looking at the classmates in her dormitory room at the moment.

Miss K didn't know what she told her to look at, so she just looked blankly at the opposite dormitory, and then looked at her again.

"Can't you see?" she asked softly.

Miss K was about to shake her head, and turned her eyes to her dormitory.

There is nothing special inside.The dormitory turned off the lights, and a girl was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a red dress with draped hair.

At this time, Miss K suddenly realized.The place where the girl was sitting was her own bed.

who is she?Why have I never seen her? In an instant, countless questions flooded into Miss K's mind.

Just when Ms. K was wondering, suddenly the lights in the opposite dormitory turned on, and it turned out that the roommates had returned to their rooms. Miss K looked back at her bedside.

The girl in the red dress just now disappeared.

At this time, Miss K was stunned, her mouth was open and she didn't know what to say.

"I thought she was your roommate, but after observing for a long time, I realized that's not the case." She said softly again.

In the second month of medical university, Miss K applied for off-campus accommodation.

Ms. K wrote at the end that the reason why she did not choose to change the dormitory immediately was that a few days before she moved out, although she still looked at the opposite dormitory from time to time, she was no longer afraid of staying in the dormitory.

The intern teacher still couldn't stop looking at Ms. K's dormitory, it wasn't just her, there was another girl beside her.

She had long hair with a shawl like her, and was sitting at the long table in a red dress. She looked at Miss K, and the girl looked at her.

Miss K didn't know if it was her new roommate, but she never took her elective class again.

In this way, you can only see the anomalies in each other's space, but you can't understand the changes around you. It's unpleasant to think about it.

While I was telling X about the selection of this manuscript, I received a call from the property owner.

I was told that the tenants upstairs would have to wait a while to come back.

Recently, for some reason, I keep pushing and pushing the news I want to get and the things I want to solve.

But then he turned to look at the willow branches starting to sprout by the roadside, and couldn't help but think in his heart that "you have to be drunk when you have wine in life", so I dialed X's number again.

The hot pot owed to him will be returned today.

The author has something to say: Thanks for reading, next week will be updated normally :)