I was the only one left in the gazebo.

More than a dozen ghosts that surrounded me just now have all escaped and disappeared.

There is still a burst of cold behind him, and there is a strange smell in the air.

I have a bad feeling that there may be something terrible behind me.

Otherwise, the old man wouldn't show that expression.

I didn't dare to turn around for the first time, and I was so nervous that I broke into a cold sweat.

Pinched the white porcelain bowl in his hand.

I've heard people say before that if there is something dirty standing behind you, you can't turn back immediately.

Because the three fires overhead will go out.

Dirty things will bite your neck at this time.

I don't know if it's true or not, but now I really dare not turn back.

However, I gradually found that the smell in the air seemed familiar.

Although the smell is mild, it smells like formalin.

It's very similar to the strange smell on my ex-girlfriend Xiaoyu.

My heart was shocked and I had a bold guess.

Subconsciously asked 1:

"Xiao Yu, is that you?"

Although I already know that Xiaoyu, who has been with me for more than a year, is not a person.

But Xiaoyu and I were together again, and she never harmed me except asking me for coins.

I don't know why she asked me to use the coins and why she broke up with me in a hurry.

But at least, when we are together, I have real feelings for her.

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I gave a cry and didn't respond.

On the contrary, the coldness and smell are gradually weakening.

I'm not 100% sure if it's raining.

I can only squeeze the white porcelain bowl in my hand. I am very nervous and turn away a little.

If anything really goes wrong, I can call him up as soon as I get a white porcelain bowl.

But when I turned my head a little bit.

Only to find that there is nothing behind me, except the swaying willow by the lake, the empty road and the dim street lamp, leaving the drizzle ...

Don't talk about Xiao Yu, I haven't seen a ghost.

I stood in an empty gazebo, listening to the sound of rain, and stared around constantly.

Everything seemed so quiet except the rain and the wind.

I stood nervously for a while, and finally sat feebly in the middle of the pavilion, holding such a white porcelain bowl in my hand and suffering silently.

It didn't take long for me to feel another smell in the air.

It smells fishy, just like rotten fish and shrimp.

When the smell first appeared, my face suddenly changed and I quickly squatted down.

Because I have smelled this smell before, that is, when Zhang Qiang came to see me, the smell appeared.

I squatted in the gazebo and stared around, especially at the lake not far away.

Under the dim street lamp, I vaguely found that a figure really crawled out of the water.

It looked very hard, and the lake seemed so thick that it had to do its best.

It took him a long time to climb out of the lake.

Then I stood by the lake, shook my clothes and started walking towards me.

A dark shadow, I can't see it clearly.

But as the figure is getting closer and closer, the fishy smell is getting stronger and stronger.

And shape, looking at is becoming more and more familiar.

I didn't dare to look up, so I squatted in the gazebo and watched.

After a while, the man walked into some.

He was wet and pale, which was very different from the dirty things and sallow face in the pavilion before.

When he got closer, I saw his face clearly.

Big mouth and small eyes, a big face plate, looking a little swollen.

It is my roommate Zhang Qiang who drowned soon.

He just missed his feet and let the rain fall on him, limping towards the gazebo.

I was very surprised in my heart. Didn't this damn thing come just now?

Why are you back now? Am I exposed?

Didn't dare to go out, it's still raining outside.

Thinking about how to deal with it next.

Zhang qiang stopped.

Just staring at the gazebo so motionless at the moment.

I was afraid that he would see me, so he turned his back and covered his face with his arm.

Just look at him out of the corner of his eye.

He just stood in the rain, motionless and silent.

But the fishy smell he gave off became stronger and stronger, which almost made me sick several times.

There may be more than ten minutes, he suddenly said to me in the pavilion, without feelings:

"Jiang Ning, why don't you go back to the dormitory so late? The teacher asked me to call you back! "

Hearing this, I was surprised at first.

Wondering if he recognized me.

But after hearing the last sentence, I narrowed my eyes slightly.

The teacher asked him to call me back?

It's so far from the big picture.

You are dead, which teacher can let you call me?

If I really don't listen to him, I deserve to die.

I ignored him and continued to squat in the gazebo.

Compared with Zhang Qiang's drowning ghost, I believe the takeaway brother who died in a car accident.

Zhang Qiang, standing outside the pavilion, saw that I didn't reply, and suddenly took a few steps to my side.

Seeing him near, I was extremely nervous and squeezed the white porcelain bowl in my hand.

If you are recognized, fight him.

Whether it's fierce or not, anyway, I can't give in easily and let this grandson hurt me.

Just when I was highly nervous and ready to do it.

Zhang Qiang stopped at the mouth of the pavilion and slightly tilted his head.

Then some Mu Na said to me:

"oh! You used to be a beggar.

I thought you were my roommate! "

Say that finish, Zhang Qiang, this guy just turned mechanically.

With a limp, I limped to the lake again.

And as he walked, he whispered:

"Where did he go? I can't find anyone. How can I tell the teacher when I go back? It's so annoying! "

His back drifted away, and I couldn't hear his voice clearly.

I wonder what he said to himself later ...

But I always feel.

Compared with last night, Zhang Qiang, in addition to the fishy smell, has become a bit stupid.

As if he didn't understand himself, was he already dead?