The author's diary of ghost stories

"It's still pretending to be human."

"Still pretending."

"The monkey's tail is showing."

"Exposed.

The myna laughed loudly and was so happy that the other myna couldn't remember the grammatical rules of monkey language, so he just followed along.

"Forget it, he seems to be okay, so we won't disturb him." said Bago, and he shouted to Yu Liang, "Brother Monkey, goodbye Brother Monkey, we are know-it-alls, no matter what the problem is, a bag of feed packets will ask .”

"Yes, we help each other regardless of our origins. As long as you are expelled, we will be good brothers."

The myna's words were mixed with laughter. Yu Liang still lowered his head. He followed the team and quickly passed by the myna viewing area. Just as Lao Du warned, all the tourists in the team did not pay attention to these noisy myna's words. What happened.

When leaving the Myna area, he couldn't help but touch his back and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he didn't grow a monkey's tail.

One thing is that he was really worried that he would be assimilated into a real monkey in this zoo, because all the animals he met along the way showed kindness to him to a greater or lesser extent, as if they were the same kind.

This seems to be a good thing, he does not seem to be the first choice target of the monsters, but it just seems to be a good thing.

On the one hand, he received preferential treatment, and on the other hand, he would definitely repay it twice as much.

"Sneeze!" Xiao Zhize sneezed unexpectedly. He hugged his arms and trembled all over. He looked at everyone and said a little embarrassed, "Why did you feel so cold all of a sudden?"

Yu Liang also tightened his clothes. He was wearing autumn clothes at this time. The coldness in the mist invaded like a gangrene on his bones, making him shiver uncontrollably.

At this time, he was in the center of the team. In front of him were Xiao Zhize and a strong man named Lu Xing. Most of the other six people present also shrank like him. They were also puzzled by the sudden drop in temperature.

here it is……

Flamingo?

He noticed that there were far fewer trees in front of him, and he felt suddenly enlightened. A salt lake waterside viewing area appeared in front of him, where there was a large group of black-billed, red-feathered and long-legged birds. They gathered together like rolling red flowers. The sea is very beautiful.

The signboard also contains an introduction to flamingos: "Flamingos are large birds with vermilion feathers. They are passionate and fiery birds, but unlike their name, they are extremely afraid of cold. You need to move to an indoor viewing area when descending.”

Passionate? Feeling cold?

Yu Liang looked at the flocks of flamingos in the viewing area, walking by the lakeside or combing their feathers. One of the flamingos noticed his gaze, so it opened its two white and red wings towards him and flapped twice. It seems to be showing off one's charm and declaring one's status on this waterfront.

He noticed that although the flamingo spread its wings with all its strength, the wings were still slightly bent downward at a strange angle, as if they were born deformed.

The zoo probably cut off the main veins on the wings to prevent these large flying birds from escaping from the viewing area. This is a very common method of imprisoning large birds in zoos.

After observing for a while, he also noticed that these flamingos were standing very close together, but judging from their posture, they did not feel any discomfort, but were content with themselves.

And he feels that the temperature now has plummeted to below 10 degrees Celsius.

"So cold, so cold, so cold, so cold...so cold, so cold..."

A sound as thin as a mosquito's moan came faintly, and a black bird floated down from the sky like a fallen leaf. Its left wing seemed to be damaged, so its flying posture was a bit weird.

It flew past Yu Liang and rushed towards Lao Du at the front of the team without any hesitation. However, suddenly its wings tilted and it lost control of its body shape and plunged straight into the back of Lu Xing in front of Yu Liang.

It stayed behind Lu Xing, its dark beak flashing, pecking at Lu Xing's back crazily, and soon opened a big hole. It buried its entire head into the flesh and bones of Lu Xing's back, and blood followed. It gushes out, making everything around it red.

Then came the body. It seemed that the opening on its back was too small. One of the black bird's claws tightly hooked the flesh. The bird's head and the other sharp claw were used together. It kept swinging its head and kicking, and soon the wound was widened. Come on, expose your white spine.

The black bird was finally satisfied and penetrated Lu Xing's body. Hot red blood bathed from the top of its head. It narrowed its eyes in contentment and its voice became much stronger.

"Warm, warm, so warm."

All this happened in front of Yu Liang. He stopped and saw a blur of blood and flesh in front of him. The strong smell of blood pierced his nose like an awl.

He looked at Lu Xing blankly, but not because the scene in front of him was terrifying, but because he was looking through the list of ghost stories on his page.

zoo……

The monkey who can't be alone...

Other than that, no new ghost stories have been added.

In other words, was only Lu Xing in front of him affected?

"What's wrong?" Xiao Zhize poked Yu Liang's arm.

Lu Xing also turned around. His lips were visibly white due to rapid blood loss. He noticed Yu Liang's eyes and wondered, "What's wrong? Is there something behind me?"

A blood hole the size of a human head was opened in his back, and blood gurgled out and dripped to the ground, stretching out a blood line in the forest, but no one saw all this.

Including Lu Xing himself, he was like a robot, tireless and tireless, following the large team walking in the dense forest. He was getting weaker at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he didn't feel anything. It was as if he was still a normal person. It's like nothing happened.

Only Yu Liang felt a deep weirdness, as if he was the only one who could see the bloody truth, or maybe he was abandoned by the world, only he was crazy, only he saw the hallucination.

No, no.

Everyone in this team felt the cold, which shows that we have the same perception of hot and cold. However, the flamingos that should be afraid of the cold are still moving freely by the lakeside. It seems that we are the only ones affected.

Only I can see it because I am a "monkey", but I still feel the cold because I am still human.

I'm not crazy yet, not crazy yet.

This sentence became clearer and clearer in his mind, and he reacted instantly, like waking up from a nightmare during an afternoon nap, with cold sweat running down his back.

Something was modifying my perception, and every bit of recognition I had of being a monkey was amplified tenfold.

It wants to turn me into a monkey!