The Grim Reaper Can't Be Tricked

"My middle school is a private school with a system of middle school and high school. Because of the temptation of free tuition + high scholarship, I went to this private middle school." Huang Mao slowly narrated with a dejected face.

"Land prices in the city are high, so the school leaders moved the school to the outskirts, so it covers a very large area, and the school is very large, which is not too much compared to a university.

I finished junior high school at this school, went straight to high school, and finally transferred to the high school campus.

The high school dormitory area is at the deepest part of the campus. You have to go through the dormitories, classrooms, complex buildings, cafeteria, playground, etc. of middle and high schools.

Everyone complained that the dormitory was too far from the school gate, and everything was troublesome, but I didn't think so.

Because I have lived here for three or four years, I have already figured out the structure of the school, so I know that there is a small gate surrounded by two-meter-high grass at the end of the southeast corner of the dormitory.

Behind the door is a church with a priest inside. "

Speaking of this, Cen Jin paused for a moment, hesitating a little, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, but it was quickly broken, and he continued to speak in a slow tone.

In the monitoring room, when Cen Jin mentioned the pastor, Ding Yiqing raised his eyes and looked at him steadily, but unfortunately he couldn't let the camera get closer so that he could carefully observe whether there was any change in Cen Jin's expression.

The boss was eating wonton noodles. He looked sideways at Ding Yiqing and the display screen in front of him. His eyes fell on a speaker on the control console. Refuse to let it out!

Wearing a Bluetooth headset to listen to it by yourself is like a lonely old man.

Cut, who cares about the story of the yellow hair?

While disdainful in his heart, he kept peeking at Huang Mao's mouth, trying to guess his story, but unfortunately the camera was not strong enough. If I knew it, I would have installed a pinhole camera in the middle of the table to take pictures of people's faces!

The boss regretted it, but he was also curious about the story of their room, what identity card Huang Mao got, and what kind of story would he tell?Whose story line will he finally solve?

He was walking around beside Ding Yiqing with his wonton noodles, his slippers crackling, and finally attracted Ding Yiqing's attention, so he quickly pointed to the screen and asked, "What did Huang Mao say?"

Ding Yiqing: "He told you not to mix raw onions and garlic when eating noodles, otherwise he will not be able to resist and kill you."

Boss: "..." OJBK.

The boss made a gesture, shook his upper body and squatted to the corner to pick his teeth, and logged on to the global forum to see the reactions of students from various countries.

As soon as I went up, there were a lot of popular posts, and after refreshing every few seconds, there would be two or three posts, and then they were deleted by the administrator because of too many swear words.

Among them, the most mentioned one is of course Ding Yiqing.

From the instant deletion of posts calling him by name and greeting his whole family, to the initials in pinyin, to "that colorful black" and other pronouns, the students continued to greet Ding Qingqing like a guerrilla war.

The administrators are understaffed, and sometimes they are tired of dealing with it. In addition, the school leaders consider that the students who missed the competition for no reason are really wronged, so they turn a blind eye and leave them a place to vent.

So there were more than [-] high-rise posts, titled 'Sincere greetings to the colorful black', and people came to check in every few minutes.

The boss greeted secretly, but changed someone else's account in a wretched way and added, "Maybe you guys tomorrow will apologize for what you said today and sincerely wish Lao Ding", and was successfully besieged by the students.

Seeing the students swearing to the sky that they would never slap their faces, the boss laughed and said without raising his head, "Anyway, my story will be open for five days in a row, so let other students who missed the competition come in in batches.

Let them know that in addition to luck, there is also a gap in strength.

This is full of fragrance and passion on the Internet all night, why don't you run two more laps as soon as possible?

In this individual points competition, 3 points will be awarded at the top, and there will be many opportunities to earn points in the future. At worst, their school leaders and teachers will find ways to compete for them and compete for places. "

Shaking his head and sighing, the boss said: "The students of this year can't calm down, they are far behind us in the past.

If the psychological quality is so poor, it is better for everyone to be as frustrated as a yellow hair. An employee/student who loves his job and has no desire for the world is the perfect template. "

Ding Yiqing asked: "Will you be able to pass this story?"

The boss was taken aback and said, "I don't know either."

***

"The pastor collects dew in the garden outside the chapel every day, puts it on the table in front of the statue of God to worship when he returns, and puts it away as holy water the next day.

I often see people come to him for holy water at a high price, but they are all refused.

The pastor has accumulated all the holy water, and when the big bucket is full, he will put the statue of God he enshrines into the bucket, so that the whole body of the stone statue is immersed in the holy water.

Sometimes I would go to sit at the door of the church. Occasionally, when the door of the church was opened, I saw that the stone statue of God, which was the same height as a person, was always covered by a white cloth, and I was curious.

Why cover the statue of God?Why are you so poor that the glue on the soles of your shoes is broken, but you still refuse to sell a bottle of holy water?Why is the door of the church closed forever, and people are not even allowed to go in to pray or confess?Why are so many people desperate for holy water?

I have seen a lot of people come, including the driver of a dilapidated taxi, a couple dressed plainly but with extraordinary temperament, and a young man with a very bad complexion, skinny cheeks, as thin as a mummified corpse sitting in a wheelchair , was pushed to the door by the family, praying for the priest's holy water to save their son who was possessed by evil spirits.

One day, I was on the balcony of the dormitory—I live on the sixth floor, and the balcony is facing the church. The strange thing is that before I moved in, the balcony was sealed with dense cardboard, and the light and air were blocked outside. It took me a lot of effort to open it.

No one in the dormitory was interested in that church, except me, who initially observed it curiously.

In the third year of high school, the schedule was very crowded and the homework was busy. I had to review in the classroom until late at night before going back to the dormitory. I had to get up at dawn the next day. I was really tired, so I never paid attention to that church again.

Until one day in early May, during a rare holiday, all the roommates went home, and only I stayed in the dormitory.

That day I went to the balcony to fetch water, and I accidentally looked up and saw a sanitation worker in dirty clothes standing at the door of the church.

I don't know how to describe it, and I didn't intend to insult the sanitation worker, but she made me feel dirty.

Dirty to say the least.

My first reaction was that I felt uncomfortable. It felt like I just crawled out of the mud. I accidentally got lice all over my body and head. It was very itchy. I was so scared that I quickly put down the water glass and prepared to take a shower.

Strange to say, as soon as I entered the room, that feeling disappeared immediately.

I didn't think too much about it at the time, and I had to continue to study. Only by getting good grades in the college entrance examination could I get the school reward, otherwise the university tuition would be too much.I kept studying until noon, and I was hungry, so I went to the balcony to get a lunch box and prepared to make noodles.

As a result, when I looked up, I saw another person at the door of the church!

In addition to the sanitation worker who felt very dirty, there was also a boy who looked like a dead body. The boy was wearing a jersey and shorts, showing hands and feet as thin as bamboo poles, with very prominent bones.

I subconsciously glanced at the sun, then looked down, a little dazzled, and vaguely saw a girl with loose hair lying on the boy's back, and I looked again, but there was nothing.

It was a sanitation worker and a boy in a ball suit standing shoulder to shoulder, facing the door of the church with their heads down. "

Speaking of which, no matter how stupid other people are, they will know who Huang Mao is referring to.

They all stared at him in disbelief, didn't they?This yellow hair is going to weave everyone into his story?

In addition to the two student sisters who have many logical bugs and are about to be eliminated, there are a total of six people, each of whom still has unfilled holes in their stories. Could it be that he intends to help others?

Did he think he was planting trees?

no--

Wait, if he fills in everyone's pitfalls, it means that everyone's story line is complete, will they pass the level or be eliminated?

It shouldn't be considered that they have passed the level, sacrificing themselves to help others, how can this yellow hair be so kind?

Everyone who felt that the situation was not going well immediately cheered up and concentrated on finding the logical loopholes in the yellow-haired story.

Huang Mao's eyes wandered, as if picking at the cracks of the table.

"I swallowed my saliva, feeling that something was wrong. I broke out in a cold sweat in the hot weather, and hurried back to the dormitory. The palpitations just disappeared. Looking back at the scene, I think it was nothing terrible. I guess I wanted to get the holy water by means of bitterness.

Honestly, is the priest's holy water really that useful?

I didn't understand, so I decided to go to the stall outside the school gate to eat.

A lot of restaurants at the entrance were closed, and the only two or three restaurants had almost no customers. I entered one of them and ordered meatball noodles. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed three students in the corner, wearing the school uniform. I guess they also chose to live during the holidays. School, not sure if it is a high school student or a junior high school student.

The noodles were cooked very quickly, I took them back to the dormitory to eat, and then took a nap, with the fan blowing overhead, I suddenly felt stuffy.

I laid a bamboo mat directly on the ground, facing the fan, so it shouldn't be hot.

Is it a power outage?I thought to myself, but it's not right, the sound of the fan is so loud, it must be blocked.

After a while, I laughed at myself in my heart, how can the fan be blocked on the ceiling?What to stop?

My brain told me that I should open my eyes to see what was going on, but my body was so heavy, my limbs were like lead, and it was difficult to move my fingers or shout.

I can't get up physically, my mind is very clear, I thought I was dreaming, but I clearly heard the sound of the fan working, I also heard the voices of students outside the corridor, and I heard roommates in the dormitory walking in slippers The sound of walking——

No, where are the roommates in the dormitory? !

My roommates are all home!

So what is that thing walking around me now...? "

Everyone here came from their school days, and they have more or less heard many exciting school horror rumors, such as good friends facing each other, a female classmate who died of dystocia in the toilet, a teacher who was hanged by a basketball hoop in the playground...

But the most terrifying thing is the supernatural event that happened in the dormitory, because that is where they sleep, and people are most vulnerable and defenseless when they are sleeping.

The ghost presses the bed, the toilet with the door closed all the time suddenly roars one day, and something terrible crawls out of it, or the sound of footsteps suddenly coming and going in the dormitory where there is only one person... They all fit them The real experience, the more I think about it, the more frightening it becomes.

Especially the two student sisters who are still in high school, their faces are full of tears.

Student sister: "It is... what is it?"

Huangmao: "What do you think?"

The student sister shook her head quickly: "I don't want to know."

Huang Mao: "I don't want to know either. At that moment, I just wanted to pass out. But soon, the footsteps stopped. I just breathed a sigh of relief when I suddenly remembered that the footsteps stopped beside me .

In other words, the 'something' in the dormitory is now standing on top of my head, looking at me. "

Two student sisters: "Can the two of us go first?"

"Why?" Huang Mao was a little surprised: "Let's go after listening, this is a warm story about love and peace."

"..."

Grass.

Bie Riluo looked at him a little differently. Could it be that the brother from the branch school is a little bit mentally ill?

Seeing that everyone was a little restless, Huang Mao hurriedly said, "Don't interrupt me, I'll finish quickly. When I noticed an unknown 'thing' parked beside me, I felt great fear. Struggling desperately, trying to get up and run for the door.

I recited Hallelujah and Namo Amitabha in my heart, but suddenly felt a more terrifying and dense vision covering my body at the next moment, and this dense vision came from the top of my head, which is the position of the fan.

I belatedly realized that there must be something lying on the ceiling too.

That thing covers the fan so I get stuffy.

I was in fear all over my body, the hairs stood up, my back was weak, my hands and feet were heavy, and I was covered in cold sweat. The sight of the top of my head and the ceiling gradually became concrete in my brain, and I imagined a tall strange figure standing beside my head. , and the position of the ceiling is a dark shadow, which is densely covered with red eyes.

I thought I was going to die, and the sadness overwhelmed the fear, leaving me with no time to think about the things in the dormitory, and when I came to my senses, those things were gone.

This time I finally opened my eyes and looked around the dormitory out of breath. Except for me, there was no one there. The water basin and lunch box were all in place. The fan was blowing hard at me, the sun outside was fierce, and the clock stopped at two o’clock in the afternoon. .

It was the same as before falling asleep, as if it was just a nightmare.

I convinced myself that it was a nightmare.

So I got up from the ground while wiping my sweat and continued to review. When I picked up the ballpoint pen sandwiched in the book, I was suddenly stunned. When did I put the ballpoint pen in the book?

Due to my poor family background, I can’t get enough tuition fees for elementary school. I often pick up textbooks thrown away by others from the garbage station. I develop the habit of cherishing books and notebooks, such as bookmarks, folding pages, or ballpoint pens in closed books. Things will never appear on my desk.

And I have the habit of checking the desk, and it is even more impossible to miss the pen in the book.

So, who put this money in?Wasn't it just a nightmare?

At that moment, I suddenly looked at the balcony with a feeling, thinking that I seemed to understand why the students of the previous class used cardboard to seal the balcony.

With this conclusion in mind, I came to the balcony again, only to see three more people at the door of the church, a man in black with a hat, wrapped up tightly in summer.

A well-dressed woman, and a man in a suit and leather shoes.

And there were two cars parked in front of the church, a luxury car and an old taxi.

A total of five of them stood side by side at the door of the church. I don't know how such a narrow door can accommodate this row of five people, but they just stood there strangely, with their heads down, without communicating with each other, like dead bodies.

I stared at them, moved a chair and sat there watching them, I knew they were weird and dangerous, but I was just curious, so curious, I wondered how long they would stand?Why are you standing there?What is the identity of a pastor?

Because I was so engrossed in watching it, I leaned my upper body forward, and as a result, a column of water fell on top of my head. I subconsciously looked up and saw a face full of curiosity like mine, but that face became terrified at the next moment and quickly retreated.

I was puzzled. I turned around and continued to look at the church door. My scalp felt numb for a moment, but I saw five people who had their backs facing the school dormitory turned their heads and looked at me at the same time. Although they were far away, I felt that I could see Their pale faces, expressionless, dangerous and terrifying.

Immediately I was so scared that my legs went limp, and after a while I quickly turned around and ran away. When I rushed to the stairs, I collided with a classmate upstairs.

That classmate was peeping upstairs, and told me that he only found five strange people at the door of the church more than ten minutes ago. He was staring at them out of curiosity, but he didn't expect to be discovered, and said that they had already come this way. Go to other dormitories to avoid.

I hurried to go with him.

There are two doors in the dormitory, and there are stairs on the front and back sides. The two of us ran to the front stairs to avoid the dormitory on the next floor, but when we got to the next floor, I saw a row of stairs at the back. People, the front row is a sanitation worker.

She doesn't look very old, about 25, but there are many black tumors growing on her neck, which looks very scary.

Next is the boy in the jersey. This time I saw very clearly that he was carrying a muddy mummy on his back. The hair of the mummy was unusually shiny, wrapped around the boy in the jersey, as if it was absorbing the boy's vitality. That's why he's so skinny. "

Fu Riluo frowned. He knew that the boy in the jersey in Cen Jin's story was his protagonist, and the mummy was the one carried by the black wizard at the airport. In his story, the cause and effect should have been settled.

Unexpectedly, Cen Jin could grasp one of the causes and effects and write it into the story.

This cause and effect should be caused by smearing the corpse mud of the dead.

Fu Riluo sighed silently, because he didn't handle it properly, but Huangmao's logical thinking is quite careful.

As soon as the short-haired girl heard the sanitation worker's story, she looked at Huang Mao with great interest, wondering what he would say.

Anyway, no matter what Huangmao's purpose is, she won't have a big loss.

Only she herself knew that the logic of the story of "Heliu" was fragile, and she would be eliminated even if she barely made it to the second round.

"The third one is a man who is fully wrapped. I remember that he is the driver of that taxi."

The boy in the hat and the long-haired girl moved at the same time, obviously the driver was related to them, and the long-haired girl even raised her head from the short-haired girl's shoulders, looking at him strangely.

"Fourth and fifth, they are well-dressed, but look sluggish. Among them, the woman's feet are wearing a pair of particularly bright and dazzling red high heels. They line up together, with the same distance, and even the frequency and pace of walking are the same—"

"Why not me?" the woman with red lips asked.

"How do you know?" Cen Jin asked back.

The woman with red lips frowned, thinking about the pastor and the closed church, she fell silent and continued to listen to him.

"I watched them go upstairs, knowing that their purpose was to find us.

I didn't know what I would face if I was found, and I didn't know what to think. I didn't go to other dormitories to hide with my classmates. Instead, I ran to the opposite church and got in through an inconspicuous small door at the back.

This is my secret, and I will open some uncomplicated locks.

I used to sneak in to see this small church out of curiosity, until one day, I hid in a row of cabinets under the church window, accidentally slept until late at night, and woke up to see the priest kissing the feet of the statue of God fascinated.

A corner of the white cloth was lifted, and I vaguely saw that the foot seemed to have been peeled off, bleeding pus and bleeding, and after the priest kissed it, he opened his mouth and bit it down—I closed my eyes tightly, not daring to look again.

As soon as the pastor left, he stared at the statue of God approaching slowly, lifted it up and saw that it was a plaster statue.

I was sure I was right, but I didn't have the courage to stay any longer. When I ran to the school gate, I looked back and saw the figure of the pastor at the door of the church, looking at me quietly. After entering the dormitory, I never dared to go to church again.

But today, I approached the church again, hid in the closet, and then heard footsteps coming in one after another. "

The woman with red lips had a bad expression when she heard this.

"Should I not be a statue or a priest?"

"No."

Everyone has subtle expressions. Is Huang Mao preparing a story to eliminate everyone, or let everyone eliminate him?

Having said all that, where is the ghost school?Where is the psychic?

Buriluo was also a little confused. In his story and the story of the hat boy, the main point of intersection is the '卍' and Kusinara, both of which are related to Buddha. He originally planned to make good use of this point in the next round of stories.

But what does the church and pastor in Huangmao's story have anything to do with their Buddhism?