Chapter 659 Guests

"Gululu"

"Gululu"

"The sound of wheels rolling was heard in the corridor, and the sound stopped in front of the interrogation room door. A police officer stepped forward and opened the door. No one was seen, only a suitcase standing outside the door. ReadМ"

"The new police officer is so irresponsible. Are you sending the evidence like this?"

"The police officer who opened the door didn't pay much attention. After muttering a few words, he brought the suitcase in and placed it against the wall."

"Before the interrogation started, they informed the police officer on duty at the evidence office that they would probably use the evidence to completely break down the suspect's psychological defenses."

"But just when the police officer turned his head and was about to continue, he found that Aqiang's face changed. He was no longer that crazy look, but was staring straight at him."

"Following his line of sight, he discovered that Aqiang was looking at the suitcase."

"But soon, Aqiang started twisting and struggling, and at the same time he kept leaning back, as if he was trying to back away from something."

"But he was chained to the chair, so everything was in vain. He made a whirring sound that no one could understand, and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying sight.

"This scene also shocked the two police officers, but they looked everywhere but saw nothing."

"Everything was normal nearby. The suitcase as evidence was standing quietly by the wall. Nothing happened."

"But in Aqiang's eyes, it's not like that."

"He saw a small crack in the zipper of the suitcase, and through the crack, an eye with only the whites left was staring at him coldly."

"Then, a hand stretched out from the gap. It was a hand that was soaked and turned white. It groped on the suitcase until it grabbed the zipper."

"Then he slowly opened the zipper bit by bit. As the suitcase opened wider and wider, a woman crawled out of it."

"But it wasn't the kind of crawling you imagined. The woman's limbs were broken, her body was twisted strangely, and there was a sound of friction in the joints while crawling."

"The wet, muddy long hair hangs down. Through the gaps in the long hair, you can see a pair of spiteful eyes behind it."

"Looking at those eyes, Aqiang seemed to understand something instantly. He started to search everywhere on his body, and found that there was an extra ring on the middle finger of his left hand."

"It's the gemstone ring, the one taken off the female corpse's hand!"

"Aqiang went crazy and wanted to take off the ring and give it back to the woman, but the ring seemed to have grown on his hand. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't move."

"Seeing the woman getting closer and closer, and the hands with the missing middle finger almost grabbing his feet, Aqiang finally collapsed. He yelled and bit the finger with the ring on it."

"The two police officers also reacted at this moment and immediately grabbed Aqiang's hand to control him."

"But at this moment, Aqiang was as strong as a cow, and the two police officers couldn't hold him down at all. With a heart-breaking sound, Aqiang held his severed finger, his mouth full of blood, and smiled. Like a madman."

"Haha, I took it off and gave the ring back to you. Don't look for me again. You won't look for me again!"

"After saying that, he threw the finger that still had the ring on it to the suitcase."

"Finally, the woman who climbed out of the suitcase disappeared, and Aqiang gradually became quiet."

"Just when the two police officers breathed a sigh of relief and were about to call the doctor, Aqiang began to tremble violently as if he was having a flashback. Then not long after, the whole body suddenly straightened up. After a while, his head tilted and became motionless."

"Are you dead?" A woman asked in a low voice. The ending of this story seemed a bit hasty, and everyone was still unfinished.

The man in sportswear did not answer immediately. After a while, he said in an uncomfortable voice: "This incident was finally determined to be that the suspect was too nervous during the interrogation and died of a heart attack. However, the police searched the scene and could not find the suspect." Broken finger."

After saying that, the man in sportswear stretched out his hand to adjust his collar. Under the dim light, Jiang Cheng saw that the man's left hand, which he used to adjust his collar, only had four fingers.

Just one middle finger is missing.

Combining the stories told by the man before, Jiang Cheng can be sure that the protagonist Aqiang in the man's story is the man himself.

Not only him, but also the previous people who told strange stories.

The story ended abruptly after the female student in the first story told about something coming out of the closet behind her.

In Jiang Cheng's opinion, there should be another section later, where the female student, like her roommate, was dragged into the closet and killed by the ghost hiding in the closet.

The writer in the second story is the lanky man himself who tells the story.

Not only did he have a matching temperament, he was also carrying a backpack with the zipper unzipped at the back, revealing the laptop inside.

More importantly, he was wearing a scarf. From Jiang Cheng's perspective, he could just see the deep purple marks exposed under the scarf.

In his story, the ghost was hanged in the same way.

As for the woman in red who tells the third story, Xiaolan, who made a promise with the ghost in the story, Xiaolan’s legs are just right in the story, but the pace of the woman in red is strange.

So these people in front of them are not people, but ghosts!

These ghosts tell their own strange stories.

"They are all wonderful stories, but compared with the stories I am going to tell next, they are still inferior." The last man came out of the shadows.

The man was relatively short and wore very ordinary clothes. He kept his head lowered so that no one could see his face clearly.

What's even more strange is that the man's head is shaking, as if it will fall off his neck at any time.

Regarding his words, a strange look flashed in the eyes of the people who had finished talking about the ghost stories before, and Jiang Cheng could detect dissatisfaction from their faces.

Compared with the ghost stories they told, Jiang Cheng was more interested in why they came here late at night, and judging from their appearance, it seemed as if they were comparing which of the ghost stories they told was more terrifying.

A group of ghosts gathered together to compare who died more miserably and more bizarrely. Jiang Cheng found it difficult to understand.

"Is the infighting between ghosts so serious?"

Without giving Jiang Cheng a chance to continue thinking, the short and fat man spoke. Different from his image, his voice was very pleasant, with a bit of a smokey texture: "The name of the story I'm telling is The Guest."

"The protagonist in the story is named Azhe. He is 35 years old and is a bar singer."

"Azhe has a son who has just turned 4 years old. Azhe likes his son very much, but because of his work, he has very little time to spend with his son. His mother-in-law has always helped to take care of his son."