I Want to be Alone, Beautifully

The more Xu Jiao read the gray book, the more headache she felt.

She pressed her forehead, and threw the face of the little blond girl out of her mind, and even the black snake was swept into the corner of her memory by her.

After being quiet for a while, she opened her eyes again, her black pupils regained their indifferent look as before, she cleared up her mood, and said to the system:

"Let's go to the next book, what is the next world?"

The system was silent for a while, and said to her, "There is one thing I think you need to know."

Xu Jiao raised her chin and looked at the ceiling above her head. Everything in this space was false. The system voice came from above, and she quietly said "um", motioning for the other party to speak directly.

"Currently you have tried to modify the endings of four books in total, and only one has succeeded, with a failure rate of 70.00%. In the world, the influence and control over the world will decline to a certain extent."

Xu Jiao narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean?"

The system was a bit difficult to explain to her, so I gave an example: "For example, in the first book and the second book, even if you don't have special abilities, the will of the world will be very friendly to you, allowing you to It is easier to have an impact on the protagonist or the development of the storyline—"

"But under such circumstances, your success rate of modifying the ending is still very low. This system judges that you have a special status and lack empathy for the stories in the book, so in the following world, you will lose some The privilege of being the creator of the world."

Xu Jiao tasted these words of the product system.

She suddenly saw the cruel side of this harmonious system hidden under the cold task mechanism.

If I insist on being passive and sabotaging like in the first world, I will eventually become ordinary in this time and time again, even like those characters in my writing, rigid and paper, because I have lost my identity. With the status advantage of the Creator and the affinity of the world to her, she may even encounter some terrible accidents like ordinary people, and it is very possible to lose her life suddenly.

The longer she stayed in these books, the more danger Xu Jiao would face.

It is also more difficult to modify the ending.

But she can't lose herself in this kind of difficulty in order to meet the system's requirements, let her see whether these books make her lose faster, or she has the last laugh.

Xu Jiao raised her lips and replied flatly, "I see."

She said, "Can I arrange the next one?"

The system was silent for a moment, and replied: "Okay."

The girl sitting on the chair glanced at the bookshelves. When scanning the titles of those books, the relevant settings and contents appeared in her mind one by one. memories and general impressions.

at this time--

She saw a name.

"NO.18 Building".

Xu Jiao's breathing stopped for a moment, and she instinctively turned her eyes away, thinking that it should not be such a coincidence, after all, this book was written because of lack of inspiration, so it ended in a hurry and was unfinished.

Just as she was thinking about it, the title of the book suddenly lit up in golden light within her line of sight.

Before her consciousness became blurred, Xu Jiao's face suddenly became a little ugly.

Because this book...

It's a horror.

……

"NO.18th Floor" is a work written by Xu Jiao following the fashion when the craze of horror was popular, but the websites she is on are all based on romance tones. The subject matter is not liked by many people.

After all, life is hard enough, who wants to continue to suffer while watching?Seeing the billionaire CEO kneeling in front of him and begging him not to leave, because he can’t live without you; seeing his neighbor is a handsome celebrity, a star-studded man who is a heartthrob, but the queen is secretly in love with you The little green plum next door... Isn't this kind of biscuit delicious?

It's not that there is no way out for drama themes.

It is this kind of theme, which requires very delicate foreshadowing and conception. It is a theme that needs to be calmed down to manage it with heart. Xu Jiao is actually better at cool writing routines. When trying this new theme, it is inevitable that she will stumble. , it was very difficult, and the readers' response to this early book was not very good, so she simply wrote a short story and left it unfinished.

In her vision, "No.18 Building" is a story that takes place in a university dormitory building.

There are some familiar stories in common between schools, such as the book that will suddenly turn up in the classroom in the middle of the night, and for example, there must be a bus that runs at night at the bus stop near the school. If you get on that bus late at night, you will I found that the car was full of people, but everyone was quiet, and the atmosphere was weird...

As for those pen-immortals, thirteen-step stairs, etc., they have all been rumored.

In this book, S University has a very old dormitory for girls, which is far away from the cafeteria and teaching buildings. It is located halfway up a mountain, and when the weather is clear, you can see a beautiful view.

But the location of this dormitory is very strange, and there were some accidents during the construction.

The school girls living in this dormitory are always unlucky. For example, during the postgraduate entrance examination period, there will be a lot of people who can't think of jumping off the building; The rate of being late for final exams is high, and there is always the sound of empty flushing in the toilet. It is so serious that someone with a mental illness is admitted, and at the graduation party, he pulls out a knife and suddenly kills an innocent classmate who has no grievances.

S University changed this place into a dormitory for boys for a while. After a few years like this, a new principal changed and found that this dormitory building is close to the teaching building of liberal arts. There are few boys of liberal arts, and basically three people live in this building There is still more than enough room, but if the science and engineering or physical education students are transferred, the distance to the class is too far, and it is troublesome to catch the school bus. After going around, the building was changed back to the girls' dormitory.

When Xu Jiao was writing this book, she deliberately made a group portrait attempt——

In other words.

This book is a unit story, it should have no protagonist.

But because it was unfinished, I only wrote two or three small units, so if I had to choose... Probably, there might be a common ghost among them, the guest star, who can be the protagonist?

When being sent into the story in the book by the system, Xu Jiao was thinking and guessing in a daze.

……

The bright incandescent light covered people's eyelids, making people feel that there was a heavy dark red in front of them. After Xu Jiao opened her eyes, she first raised her hand to block her eyes, and gradually realized through her fingers that she was far from the ceiling. The light tubes are very close.

The long, most common light tubes seem to be within reach.

At first, Xu Jiao didn't quite understand what position she was in to be so close to the ceiling. She didn't realize that she was sleeping on the top bunk until she found the green hollow bed rail in front of her eyes. She supported the rail and sat up cross-legged.

This is a bunk bed with the structure of a camp bed, the color is the most common green, and it can be slept on with a wooden plank and a few layers of cushions, but the small bed under her buttocks has only a thin layer of cotton bedding, plus a layer of cotton wool. A yellowed old mat.

The weaving at the edge is damaged, and strands of mat surface are leaking.

The quilt was a very aesthetically ugly red flower cover. Xu Jiao raised her hand and lifted it, only to find that she was wearing a slightly whitish light blue pajamas.

Fortunately, there wasn't much on the bed, but there was a pile of books on the bedside. A quick look revealed that the top one was "50 sets of real test papers for CET-[-] over the years".

Xu Jiao: "..."

hiss.

Didn't she just brush up on this thing in Shen Yelan's world?

She looked away and looked at other places in the room, and saw an identical bed on the opposite side, except that the top bunk was filled with a lot of cosmetics. Products, there are some makeup sponges, eyelash curlers, scissors and other things.

Xu Jiao couldn't imagine what kind of creature was sleeping in this nest.

The wall of the lower bunk over there is covered with posters, the painting style is beautiful, and a brand new book is covered on the bed. Most likely a rotten woman.

Between the two beds facing each other, there is a large rectangular iron table. On the table are several piles of books as high as mountains, as well as potted cacti, yellow plastic rice bowls with bowls and chopsticks, etc. It is very messy.

at this time.

There was a sound of ping-ping-pong-pong collision at the door, and a girl's shrill voice sounded:

"Damn, you stand here motionless in the middle of the night, are you going to scare people to death?"

The innocent female voice said: "?? I'm sending a message here. It's not like you don't know that the signal in this building is bad. You didn't see it yourself, did you?"

A third voice intervened: "Forget it, forget it, hey, don't be so sensitive, it's nothing, it's nothing, classmates, we just watched some horror movies during the day and got scared, it's nothing, I'm sorry."

Afterwards, the doorknob of the dormitory was unscrewed. The thick anti-theft door must have been used for too many years.

Two girls with towels wrapped around their heads walked in, one was wearing a teddy bear pajamas, the other was wearing a nightgown, both of which were much more normal than the one Xu Jiao was wearing, like a normal student living in the 21st century.

The two of them met Xu Jiao who was on the upper bunk by the window, and were caught by her calm black eyes, they both took a step back in fright, and then patted their chests one after another:

"Oh my mom."

"Xu Jiao, why do you suddenly look at us like this? You scared me to death."

Xu Jiao hasn't told the system to receive the memory yet, so she doesn't know these two people very well for the time being, she just pursed her lips and said, "Well... I heard your voices."

The two girls stood still in shock, and then closed the door and came in. Although they were talking and laughing, Xu Jiao could see that their body movements were a little stiff and tense, as if... they were afraid of something.

Before she could observe anything, the two talked about going downstairs to dry their hair, and suddenly raised their heads and asked Xu Jiao: "Hey, Xiao Xu, are you not afraid?"

Xu Jiao: "Huh?"

Seeing her unresponsive appearance, the two roommates seemed to have tacitly agreed to some fact, looked at each other, and said to her a little embarrassedly: "Can you...can you accompany us downstairs to blow your hair? It's eleven o'clock now Oh, ahem, after all, we only played that game during the day, so I was a little scared, can you go down with us? I feel more secure when there are many people haha."

Xu Jiao's eyes moved, and just as she was about to respond, she asked the system to send her the memory of the original owner, when suddenly there was a vibration at her feet.

It was the sound of the phone ringing.

She flipped the quilt to the side, and then saw a very old tablet phone with a little paint on the edges. The protective film was covered with scratch marks, the corners were lifted, and the screen was densely packed The spider web looked broken, and it was unclear whether it was the screen or the phone display inside.

She pursed her lips, and shook the mobile phone at the two girls, showing a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Ah, it's your home that called you, right? You pick it up, and it's the same for the two of us to go by ourselves."

Xu Jiao glanced down at the caller ID and saw that there was simply a word "home" written on it. After a moment of hesitation, she swiped to answer the call. The touch screen of this phone is not very sensitive, and only after swiping two or three times did it respond.

Connections are a bit sluggish.

Then, there was a buzzing sound coming from inside, and just when Xu Jiao was wondering if it was a prank call, a very vicissitudes and loud voice finally came from the other end:

"You son of a bitch! You don't want to study and study to ruin your brain, and hang up your mother's phone during the day! Tell me about you, how much money can you earn after studying in college? Why don't you go out to work!"

"I've already inquired. Your university is not a very powerful school. It only costs a few thousand yuan a month when you come out to the sky. When will you be able to pay off the debt for the family? Don't be stubborn with us! We will give You have seen it, that family is very nice!"

"They gave us about [-] yuan. Our family can replace the tiles of the old house and build a new house. Isn't there an air conditioner in the city in summer? We also install one in our house. I will give you a house. Get one too, okay? Are you content? Let me tell you, don’t think that it’s okay if you hide in school and never come back. Want to run!"

Xu Jiao's ears were confused by the strong local accent, and she recognized the content in a guessing manner, and frowned inadvertently.

She didn't speak from the beginning to the end, and found that there were "be more sensible", "you have to be obedient, people can't live so selfishly", "you can be regarded as earning money for the family in advance"... etc. are not nutritious. Content.

Moving the phone away from her ear, Xu Jiao said in her heart, "The system—"

"Now send me the memory of the original owner."

The system's icy voice sounded: "Transferring for you."

……

After ten seconds.

Xu Jiao opened her eyes again, and there happened to be a sound of hanging up next to her ears: "Du..."

The phone screen returns to the original pattern of the lock screen.

But she already knew all the stories about the original owner. This girl was born in the countryside, and her family was very poor since she was a child. There was no money for her to study. He paid a big price and adopted a son from a relative.

Leaving aside all the hardships she has suffered in order to go to college, now, her parents have found out about a lucrative job from somewhere, and even found out about a job in the town, giving her horoscope and lending it to those The dead children of rich families are married to yin.

This is a bad habit handed down from the old society.

I heard that in the past, people who were not yet married died unexpectedly. The family members were worried that they would not have a companion, so they would specially invite someone to match them with a yin marriage. At first, this kind of thing was only in the two families. It was carried out between families who lost their sons. Later, because of the interests involved in it, some people started to find some poor families in the countryside to match up with the rich.

The original owner's parents "sold" Xu Jiao for a big price this time.

But because she refused to obey, and she didn't know how the two of them were talking nonsense in their hometown, they even talked nonsense about letting the two children get in touch first, so they sent something about Xu Jiao's dark marriage partner. come over.

The box wrapped in a black courier bag is placed by the door of the dormitory.

Xu Jiao's eyes were fixed on it——

Suddenly, another thing came to mind.

There are only three girls in the dormitory she lives in, and the bed under her is empty. During the daytime, the other two roommates—let’s call them Ai Ai and Xiao Li. They don’t know where they came from. Hearing about an exciting and scary game, I took her to play "Please Pen-Xian" for a while.

Because the pens held by the three of them didn't make any movement during the invitation, so Ai Ai and Xiaoli sneered on the spot, threw the pens aside, and didn't carry out the following ceremony of sending God away.

In other words.

If the ceremony at that time was successful, and the courier box really contained the important part of the "yin marriage" object, maybe Xu Jiao is now under the same roof as two other alien creatures?

She raised her eyebrows, she didn't care about the creaking sound of the door being blown by the wind, and she didn't care about the inexplicable hairs on her back when she thought of these two things, she just asked the system in her heart:

"Can you tell me, who is the protagonist of this book?"

System: "...I will detect it when it appears."

Xu Jiao then changed the question: "Okay, so in such a spooky and terrifying story, what direction is he?"

The system answered seriously: "After you leave this book, the content of the book will automatically generate the most reasonable ending based on what you have done. At that time, we will judge whether it is he or not based on the content."

Xu Jiao: "..."

She asked incredulously: "That is to say, you open your mouth at the beginning, and the ending is all about talking?"

The system still wanted to quibble, but unfortunately the content was not convincing, so it could only keep silent and let Xu Jiao ridicule that it was a third-rate system.

Xu Jiao scolded that it was working hard, and suddenly heard a sentence:

"It is detected that the heroine is about to suffer a bloody disaster, please save it in time."

Xu Jiao: "...?"

Tell me where the heroine is!

……

The door of the dormitory was opened again, and Qian Ai, who was walking in front and loved makeup, kicked a black box, looked down in fright, and then smiled helplessly at Xu Jiao:

"When will you disassemble this broken courier? It's really too in the way to put it here. What did you buy? It's so heavy?"

Zhou Qili smiled gently, lowered her head to help Xu Jiao put the courier box back to its original position, then walked to the lower bunk opposite Xu Jiao and sat down, put her feet on the chair beside the bed, and lowered her head to pick up what she hadn't finished reading.

Xu Jiao held on to the railing and stepped out of bed on a hollow metal ladder. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly felt something pull her ankle. She lost her balance and fell from the air. go down.

His knee rubbed against the corner of the drawer next to the iron table, scratching a long red mark.

I bumped my head and elbows, and then I fell on the ground between the table and the bed, feeling pain everywhere on my body, Qian Ai and Zhou Qili were frightened by her sudden slippery feet, they hurried to get together come over.

"Are you OK?"

"What are you doing in such a hurry to get out of bed at night? My God, your feet are bleeding!"

In the dizzy pain, Xu Jiao raised her right hand and supported the table leg. She wanted to get up. The two roommates wanted to help her, but they didn't dare to touch her. They were afraid that she might hurt something serious. Ask her how she feels.

Xu Jiao licked her lower lip, her eyes were a little dizzy from the incandescent light above her head, she glanced at her lower berth, and found that it was empty, with only dusty wooden boards, and the poles she stepped on earlier were also smooth, without any extra s things.

Zhou Qili and Qian Ai were also opposite her, so it was impossible to come over suddenly.

So……

What was it that pulled her ankle just now?

She was suspicious in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face, she just curled her lips weakly, and said to the two roommates: "It's okay, I'll take my time, wait a minute."

After a while, Xu Jiao slowly got up from the ground, and saw a red bloodstain from her calf all the way down to the ankle, which was particularly shocking.

The pain is also very obvious.

She let out a low breath, and Qian Ai immediately said: "I have iodophor, you should stop moving, Lili, help her sit up, and I will look for it! Hey, it's so serious, do you want to go to the school infirmary? Wouldn't it be safer to have a tetanus shot for an injury?"

While talking, Qian Ai rummaged through iodophor in the kennel-like thing on his bed.

Zhou Qili supported Xu Jiao to sit down on the chair, and checked whether there were any other injuries on her body. Xu Jiao lowered her eyes and suddenly heard the system say in her heart:

"Helping the hostess to avoid the bloody disaster failed, the host please continue to work hard."

Xu Jiao's eyes were sharp for a moment.

The heroine was also injured just now?

Wait, the heroine of this story...

Who is it?

She asked the system: "How far is the distance between me and the heroine?"

System: "Less than one meter."

Xu Jiao: "!"

Within one meter, wasn't he the only one injured?

"Boom." The sound of cartons colliding suddenly sounded.

Qian Ai stopped moving, "What's the sound?"

Zhou Qili glanced at the door subconsciously, and found that the courier box that she had placed next to the washbasin seemed... to move a long distance into the room, and it was actually at Qian Ai's feet.

There was nothing around it, and it was moved by some unknown force.

The dormitory suddenly fell silent.

Qian Ai looked at Zhou Qili subconsciously. The two of them didn't know what to think, and their eyes gradually became panicked——

At this moment, Xu Jiao interrupted the terrifying atmosphere they created.

"There is water on the ground, my courier box may be wet and slippery, why don't I take it apart?"

At this time, those who stand up to break the terrible atmosphere will virtually become the backbone of the timid.

Even if they were worried about something strange in that box, Qian Ai and Zhou Qili still inevitably wanted to investigate the crisis with their own eyes, so they nodded to Xu Jiao.

Xu Jiao jumped over with one foot, touched a pair of scissors from the table, cut open the package, lowered her head to open the somewhat long cardboard box, and as soon as she opened a corner, she saw a heavy wooden corner exposed inside. , and a bit rough carved pattern.

wood?

She tore off all the seals of the carton, reached in casually, and touched the depression in the middle of the wood with her fingertips.

at the same time--

The contents of the box are also fully rendered under the light.

It was a long piece of dark wood with a string of elegant characters engraved on it, and it was a "Daughter of the Zheng family" in the past. Apart from the other contents, Xu Jiao was no stranger to this thing.

This is what often appears in TV dramas, where people are enshrined with incense after death...

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