People in ghost movies, killing people

Outside the house, somewhere secluded by the lake.

A handsome young man with short black hair and a mask sat on the ground and took out a tablet and opened it.

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It is a first-person narrative commonly seen in horror novels.

"I always see such news: a truck overturned on a certain highway, and all the nearby villagers went out to loot.

At first, I despised such things and really felt that the people there were of low quality.

It simply lowered the overall quality of the country.

Until two days ago, a truck overturned on the highway in our village.

I deeply realized that in fact, human nature all over the world is the same.

Not only that...because of looting things that should not be taken, our village has never been at peace since then!

That afternoon, I was playing with my mobile phone in the house.

Suddenly, my aunt rushed in and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find all the large sacks in the house.

While looking for her, she happily shouted, asking me to stop playing with my phone and follow her quickly because there was something good.

I didn't know what happened at the time, so I responded and ran out with her home.

As soon as we got to the street, we found that it was not just the two of us, but every household was carrying bags and boxes, all rushing in one direction.

Their faces were filled with surprise.

I was a little confused, wondering what was going on? What good thing could shock almost the entire village.

When we arrived at the destination and saw the scene in front of us, it finally dawned on me that this was it!

I saw a large truck overturned on the highway in front of me, and the ground was covered with all kinds of fruits.

The villagers who came early were picking up fruits enthusiastically, not for the driver, but putting them into their own bags.

I was immediately embarrassed.

And my aunt pushed me and said, "Don't stand there stupidly, hurry up and pick them up, or they will be gone in a while."

Then she joined the looting team like the wind.

I quickly reached out and grabbed her arm: Don't grab it, aunt. This is someone else's stuff, this It is illegal!

My aunt pushed my hand away and ignored me.

People passing by said nonchalantly whether it was illegal or not, and that they would never pick up things.

Seeing the gossipers in the village scrambling to grab things like crazy, I turned around and wanted to leave quickly.

At this time, the truck driver shouted with a gloomy face: I will say it again for the last time, if you don’t want to die, put the things down!

I turned my head subconsciously and saw that the driver was just shouting but did not stop or take any action.

And those people in the village turned a deaf ear and continued to grab things.

The truck driver stopped talking when he saw this.

Instead, he leaned against the tree next to him calmly, took out a cigarette, smoked it, and looked at the crowd calmly.

There was a faint sneer on his face.

I stood aside and watched his abnormal appearance, and I didn’t know in my heart Why did something suddenly feel strange?

I couldn't tell why I felt strange.

I just felt that his behavior was unreasonable. Under normal circumstances, he should have stopped me or called the police, right?

Just as I was thinking, the driver seemed to notice that I was looking at him, and turned his head to look at me.

His eyes were cold and calm.

Because I felt guilty, I quickly turned my head to find my aunt, ready to force her home.

The crowd was still scrambling.

At this time, someone shouted: Oh, there are such good clothes under here?

Everyone rushed over to see immediately after hearing the sound.

Because the distance was a little far and my eyes were nearsighted, I couldn't see clearly what those clothes were.

I could only see that there were black, red and white ones.

Now my aunt and the others didn't want the fruit anymore, and they all rushed to grab the clothes.

After a few minutes of scrambling, all the fruits and clothes on the ground were robbed clean by them.

Not even a plastic bag was left.

At this time, the police car finally arrived.

The two policemen got off the car and watched the villagers carrying large and small bags and smiling happily leave. They looked at each other helplessly.

Alas, the law cannot punish the masses, there is nothing we can do.

They walked to the truck driver and started talking.

Because I passed by when I was leaving, I roughly heard the conversation.

One of the policemen said: What do you think we should do about this matter? Otherwise, go door to door to ask for it.

I will report to the bureau, and they should send someone to support us.

The driver threw away the cigarette and said calmly: No, it just saves me trouble. Thank you, I will leave first.

The two policemen looked at each other and didn't know what to say. I thought he was angry and said angry words.

And I felt very strange in my heart.

The truck driver didn't stop it at first, and now he even said that it was just a convenience to give it to us?

What does this mean?

Even a fool can't do this.

I couldn't help but turn my head and take another look, and saw that he stopped talking and drove away directly.

The two policemen were stunned for a moment, and they had to leave without caring.

I won't mention the trivial matters that followed.

The next morning, just as I walked out of the door, Aunt Li from next door suddenly ran into the yard in a panic.

As soon as she saw me, she shouted: Where is your aunt? Come with me quickly, something happened!

I was confused, thinking, how could something happen again? Did another truck overturn today?

The aunt in the house heard the shouting, came out and asked: What's wrong, Sister Li, what happened?

Aunt Li said with an unpleasant face, don't ask, hurry up.

She grabbed her hand and ran out in a hurry.

I was curious about what was going on, so I quickly followed behind.

As I hurried all the way to my destination, I realized that the place I came from was actually Liu Mei's house.

At this time, many people had gathered outside her house and in the yard, and everyone was whispering to each other without knowing what they were talking about.

Aunt Li couldn't help but lead my aunt and I into the crowd.

When I saw clearly what was going on in the yard, my eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat in fear:

There was actually... someone who hanged himself!

It was Liu Mei.

Her body was hanging straight on the big tree in the yard, her face was an ugly purple color, and her facial features were distorted.

There is also a large yellow mark on the crotch area.

I used to watch a popular science program and it was said that people become incontinent when they die.

After living for more than 20 years, this was the first time I saw a dead person with my own eyes, and I was a little overwhelmed for a while.

And it is absolutely unthinkable that someone like Liu Mei would commit suicide.

She is in her fifties, and she usually likes to take advantage of others and gossip about others behind their backs.

But relatively speaking, he didn't do anything sneaky. He wasn't a bad guy. He just hung himself.

The people around were still talking and sighing in low voices.

The village chief stood at the front, smoking a dry cigarette, looking at the corpse with a gloomy look on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

I didn't want to stay any longer, because looking at Liu Mei's distorted expression was very uncomfortable.

I always feel like her eyes are staring at me? ?

I shuddered subconsciously.

Just as he was about to get out of the way, someone suddenly shouted something that shocked everyone.

What he shouted was: Look, you guys, the shoes Liu Mei is wearing look like longevity shoes..."

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After reading the story carefully, the young man nodded subconsciously in affirmation.

Then move on to other people’s content.

After an hour, I read them all.

After thinking for a moment, he returned to the top of the post and liked Xu Zhijian's story.

Because I really think this is okay, and the rest is just a bit boring.

It seems that being famous in the forum is indeed something.

Then, he also wrote a story and published it.

Participating in the event is secondary, mainly to get the redemption points for the prize pool.

No matter what rank or status, the more the merrier.

Not too little.

Then the young man lay on the grass, leaning on his arms and looking at the distant scenery in a daze.

Thanks to Mr. Soy Sauce who passed by for the 100 book coins.

Thanks to Lonely Addiction, Sanchier, for your monthly ticket.