Store Manager's Hell

Rainy night female ghost?

Ever since he was forcibly captured by the system, Lu Zaobai often visited the supernatural forum. He read a lot of genuine and false supernatural posts, and he was also sensitive to related topics.

However, there is a person who is more sensitive than himself.

Shi Xing clutched the screen of his phone, so excited that his parents found Xiao Hwen's expression, making Lu Zaobai's face twitch.

What are you doing?Didn't you just glance at it?As for stepping on the switch?

Could it be that he was looking at some strange website?For example, female teacher.avi?little nurse.rmvb

Thinking of Lu Zaobai on this floor, it feels unbelievable.

Such a rich and wealthy boss, how can he rely on spying screens to relieve himself?Shouldn't it be possible to enjoy live-action services anytime, anywhere?

Lu Zaobai wiped his hands, pretended that he was blind and didn't see anything just now, and said:

"Eat it, the shrimp won't taste good if it's cold."

Shi Xing put away the phone with concern, feeling full of emotion in his heart:

Zaobai is still considerate and doesn't ask him too much, obviously caring about him, afraid that he won't come to power!

#Suddenly feel that I like Zaobai more#What should I do?

When Lu Zaobai came back to the table with the next dish, he found that there were seven or eight shelled prawns in his soy sauce dish, and Shi Xing sat across from him, biting his chopsticks, and said happily:

"Eat, eat, you've been busy for so long, you're also tired, aren't you?"

Lu Zaobai decided that it was definitely because of a guilty conscience that he flattered himself like this.

However, he is quite interesting like this, and it's not bad to be a friend.

Ever since Shi Xing came out of home, Lu Zaobai had been thinking about that post, but when he returned to his residence, it was past ten o'clock in the evening. He packed up and went to sleep. There was an urgent order for a batch of meringue rose buns. This was Lu Zaobai's exclusive handicraft. He was busy until six o'clock in the afternoon. When he checked that the time was almost up, he handed the key to the pastry chef and asked him to do it as usual. After locking the door at 10:30 in the evening, I left the shop.

His pickup truck has been in the garage since it was half scrapped, and Shi Xing would stop by to pick him up every day when he passed by the dessert shop in his company car after get off work.

Today's weather is gloomy, with dark clouds rolling in the sky, and the air is so stuffy that people can't breathe. Sitting in the back seat of the car, Lu Zaobai took out his mobile phone, searched according to keywords, and found the post about the female ghost knocking on the door on a rainy night .

Lu Zaobai thought it was just a gossip post, but he didn't expect it to be a help post.

The author's narrative is upside down, with a lot of other characters, and the use of punctuation marks is even more confusing. Some places are also typed into garbled characters, which is quite difficult to understand.

It happened on a rainy night five days ago,

The landlord is a man. That day, it was raining heavily outside, and he was awakened by a strange noise. When he came to the door where the noise came from, and looked out through the peephole, he saw a wet woman with thin nails. Stop scratching the door.

When she noticed him looking out, the woman actually pierced the cat's eye with her nails!

Those sharp nails were only a fraction of a centimeter away from his eyes!

According to the landlord, he was so frightened that he knelt down on the spot. After locking the door, he ran back to the bedroom, hugged his girlfriend who had just woken up, and shrank under the quilt, not daring to move.

After he waited in cold sweat for more than 10 minutes, he suddenly felt a cold and slippery thing drilled into the quilt along his ankle.

He couldn't feel the specific shape of that thing at all, the base of his tongue was stiff, and his eyes were closed tightly, for fear of seeing the appearance of that thing.

After an unknown amount of time, a cold voice almost slid past his eardrums:

"I want your shadow..."

He frantically turned around in the quilt, desperately covering his ears, but when he found that it was useless, he actually directly inserted his fingers into the ear canal, scratching and digging almost frantically, until the quilt fell to the ground.

According to the author's description, he was almost going crazy at that time. The woman's voice was like a centipede, piercing into the depths of his brain. The itchy, painful and inescapable feeling was enough to drive people crazy.

He covered his ears and ran wildly around the house, turning on the lights in every room, but even under the bright lights, he still couldn't help feeling scared.

There was no female ghost in the room, but under the light, he could clearly see a human-shaped thing on his own shadow, hanging cross-legged on his body, greedily sticking the tip of his tongue into his ear.

Since that day, his shadow has been constantly changing, and the thing entrenched on his body is constantly licking his shadow. He began to fear walking in the sun, and he didn't even dare to touch any light source, but Being in a dark environment, he would feel abnormal fear again.

The most unbearable thing is that even if the tympanic membrane of his right ear was ruptured by himself, the woman would often murmur in his ear, unable to hear what was being said, but the kind of person who was talking to him The abnormal feeling of speaking in the ear canal was about to drive him crazy.

The main post roughly tells such a story, and most of the replies below are complaining that the original poster tells the story in a confusing and logical way, and many scold the original poster, make up stories to be writers, and ask the crematorium to kill the whole family, like this This kind of story quality is not enough for a writer with poor narrative ability, at least he has to die with a family tree and enjoy the triple-speed hearse drift.

Later, the poster posted a photo, which is the "big picture" mentioned in the title.

Sure enough, there was a strange thing entangled in his shadow. Looking carefully, it was a woman's leg, coiled around his neck, hanging upside down on his body.

After this photo was released, many people believed it, but most people still had a skeptical attitude, thinking that the owner of the photo is a good photo shooter, and even a photoshop master, who directly used his own shadow photo photoshoot to come out exactly the same.

The other replies from the original host were drowned out by thousands of voices of doubt.

"The voice is getting louder and louder."

"Why...you have to pester me,"

"I want to die."

Seeing this, Lu Zaobai rubbed his temples with a headache.

After reading the main post, he can be sure that this woman is probably a shadow eater.

In his impression, the attack power of a shadow eater is that of the weak among weak chickens, parasitic in the shadow of people, living by absorbing the meager yang energy of people, at most it can make people have a fever and a cold.

But if it wasn't for the host who made it up, this shadow eater would be very strange.Lu Zaobai summed it up, the strange points mainly include the following:

One, aggressive.

Second, love to show a sense of presence.

Three, chatter.

It seems that the species in this world are really diverse.

He lowered his head and sent a private message to the host, teaching him the skills of driving away ordinary shadow eaters.

In fact, the solution is very simple, just do not see light or produce shadows.

That night, the shadow eater sneaked into his quilt and whispered in his ear. The purpose was to force him out of his hiding place and expose him to the light so that she could sneak in. After taking away his shadow, she He whispered in his ear from time to time, making him afraid to stay in the dark space.

As long as the shadow appears, she can continue to get food, and she can continue to chat. There are endless children and grandchildren. If she is bored in a dark place without shadows, she will starve her for three days. I ran away by myself.

Lu Zaobai was halfway through sending the private message, when he heard the sound of raindrops beating on the windowpane.

It's raining?

He looked down at the half-edited private message and laughed.

On an upcoming rainy night, watching a supernatural event that happened on a rainy night, it feels really subtle.

Lu Zaobai, who was deep in thought, didn't notice Shixing's obviously excited eyes when he was staring at the rain curtain beside him at all:

Don't stop, play bigger!Make it bigger!

I've grown up, so I don't have to go home early_(:3ゝ∠)_