Nightmare Attack

　　 "Gurulu..."

　　 "Gurulu..."

　　 "The sound of rolling wheels sounded in the corridor, and the sound stopped in front of the door of the interrogation room. A police officer stepped forward and opened the door. No one was seen. Only a suitcase stood outside the door."

　　 "The new police officer is really irresponsible, just send the evidence?"

　　 "The police officer who opened the door didn't care too much. After a few whispers, he carried the suitcase in and placed it by the wall."

　　 "Before the start of the interrogation, they greeted the police officer on duty at the exhibit office, saying that the exhibit was likely to be used to completely defeat the suspect's psychological defense."

　　 "But when the police officer turned his head and was about to continue, he found that A Qiang's face had changed. He was no longer the insane appearance, but stared straight at his side."

　　 "Following his sight, he found that A Qiang was looking at this suitcase."

　　 "But soon, A Qiang twisted his body and struggled, and at the same time, his body kept leaning back, as if trying to back away desperately, away from something."

　　 "But he was locked in a chair, so everything was in vain. He made a cry that no one could understand, and his eyes opened wide, as if he had seen a terrifying sight."

　　 "This scene also surprised two police officers, but they looked everywhere but saw nothing."

　　 "Everything is normal nearby, and the suitcase used as evidence stood quietly against the wall, nothing happened."

　　 "But in A Qiang's eyes, it's not like that."

　　 "He saw a small gap opened in the luggage compartment zipper, and through the gap, there was an eye with only the white of the eye staring at him coldly."

　　 "Immediately, there was a hand sticking out from the gap. It was a soaked white hand. The hand fumbled on the suitcase until it caught the zipper."

　　 "Then slowly, a little bit, unzipped the zipper. As the suitcase opened bigger and bigger, a woman crawled out of it."

　　 "But it's not the kind of crawling you imagined. The woman's limbs were broken, her body twisted strangely, and the sound of the friction of the joints sounded while she was crawling."

　　 "The long wet hair with mud and sand hangs down, through the gap of the long hair, a pair of spiteful eyes can be seen behind."

　　 "Facing those eyes, A Qiang seemed to understand something instantly. He began to look around on his body, only to find that there was an extra ring on the **** of his left hand."

　　 "It is the gem ring, the one taken from the female corpse!"

　　 "Aqiang is crazy and wants to take the ring off and return it to the woman, but the ring seems to grow on his hand, no matter how hard he uses it, it won't move."

　　 "Seeing the woman getting closer and closer, the hands that lacked the **** were about to grab his feet. A Qiang finally broke down, and he yelled and bit the finger that was wearing the ring."

　　 "The two police officers also reacted at this moment and immediately grabbed A Qiang's hand, trying to control him."

"But at this moment, Aqiang is as powerful as a cow, and the two police officers can't hold him back. With a toothless cracking sound, Aqiang is holding his severed finger, his mouth is full of blood, and his face is full of blood. Like a lunatic."

　　 "Haha, I took it off, the ring...return the ring to you, don't look for me again, you won't look for me again!"

　　 "After speaking, throw the finger that is still wearing the ring to the suitcase."

　　 "Finally, the woman who crawled out of the suitcase disappeared, and Aqiang gradually became quiet."

　　 "Just as the two police officers breathed a sigh of relief and were about to call the doctor, Ah Qiang trembled violently as if he had returned to the light, and after a short while, the whole body suddenly straightened. After a while, his head tilted and stopped moving."

　　 "Dead...dead?" A woman asked in a low voice. The ending of the story seemed to be a bit hasty, and everyone was still unfulfilled.

The man in sportswear did not immediately answer. After a while, he said in an uncomfortable voice: "This incident was ultimately characterized as the suspect was too nervous during the interrogation and died of a heart attack. However, the police searched the scene and failed to find it. Severe fingers."

　　 After finishing speaking, the man in sportswear stretched out his hand to tidy up the collar. In the dim light, Jiang Cheng saw that the man's left hand to tidy up the collar only had 4 fingers.

　　 happened to be missing a middle finger.

　　 Combining the stories told by the men before, Jiang Cheng can be sure that the protagonist in the man's story, Aqiang, is the man himself.

　　 is not only him, but also the previous people who told the strange story.

　　 After the female student in the first story told that something came out of the closet behind her, the story ended hastily.

　　 From Jiang Cheng's point of view, there should be a section behind, that the female student, like her roommate, was dragged into the closet and killed by the ghost hiding in the closet.

　　 The writer in the second story is the tall, thin man himself who tells the story.

　　 Not only does he have a better temperament, he also carries a backpack, the zipper on the back is not tightened, revealing the laptop inside.

　　 More importantly, he was still wearing a scarf. From Jiangcheng's point of view, he could just see the deep purple scars exposed under the scarf.

　　 In his story, the ghost was hanged in the same way.

　　 As for the woman in red who tells the third story, that is, Xiao Lan, who made an agreement with the ghost in the story, Xiao Lan's legs are just right in the story, but the woman in red has a strange step.

　　 So...these in front of them are not people, but ghosts!

　　 These ghosts are telling stories of their own.

　　 "They are all wonderful stories ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but compared to the stories I will tell next, they are a bit worse." The last man walked out of the shadows.

　　 The man is relatively short, wears very ordinary clothes, and keeps his head down so that no one can see his face clearly.

　　 What's even stranger is that the man's head flickered, as if it would fall off his neck at any time.

　　 Regarding his words, the eyes of the few people who had finished the strange talk before flashed a weirdness, and Jiang Cheng sensed dissatisfaction from their faces.

　　 Compared with the strange talk they talked about, Jiang Cheng was more interested in why they came here late at night, and looking at them, he seemed to be comparing the strange talk which was more terrifying.

　　 A group of ghosts gathered together, comparing who died more miserably and bizarrely, Jiang Cheng said it was difficult to understand.

　　 "Is the involution between ghosts so serious?"

　　 Without giving Jiang Cheng a chance to continue thinking, the short fat man spoke. He was different from his image. His voice was very nice, with a touch of smoky voice: "The name of the story I'm telling is called a guest."

　　 "The name of the protagonist in the story is A Zhe, 35 years old, and he is a resident singer in a bar."

　　 "Azhe has a son who just turned 4 years old. Azhe likes his son very much, but because of work, he spends very little time with his son, and the son has always been his mother-in-law to help bring him."

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