Nightmare Attack

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"The sound of wheels rolling was heard in the corridor, and the sound stopped in front of the interrogation room door. A police officer walked up and opened the door. No one was seen, only a suitcase stood outside the door. Read М"

"The new police officer is so irresponsible. The evidence was delivered like this?"

"The police officer who opened the door didn't care too much. After mumbling a few words, he brought the suitcase in and put it against the wall."

"Before the interrogation began, they greeted the duty officer at the evidence department and said that the evidence might be used to completely defeat the suspect's psychological defense."

"But just as the police officer turned around and prepared to continue When he continued, he found that Aqiang's face had changed. He was no longer crazy, but stared at his side with his eyes straight. "

"Following his line of sight, he found that Aqiang was looking at the suitcase. "

"But soon, Aqiang twisted his body and struggled, and at the same time, his body kept leaning back, as if he was desperately retreating and away from something. "

"But he was locked in the chair, so everything was in vain. He made a whirring sound that no one could understand, and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying scene.

"This scene also startled the two police officers, but they looked around and saw nothing."

"Everything was normal nearby. The suitcase as evidence stood quietly by the wall, and nothing happened."

"But in Aqiang's eyes, it was not like that."

"He saw a small gap in the zipper of the suitcase. Through the gap, an eye with only the white of the eye was staring at him coldly. "

"Then, a hand stretched out from the gap. It was a white hand from being soaked. The hand fumbled on the suitcase until it grabbed the zipper. "

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

"But it was not the kind of crawling you might imagine. The woman's limbs were broken, her body was twisted strangely, and the friction of her joints could be heard as she crawled. "

"Her long hair, wet and covered with mud, hung down. Through the gaps in her hair, you could see a pair of resentful eyes behind her. "

"Facing those eyes, Aqiang seemed to understand something in an instant. He began to look everywhere on his body, and found that a ring had appeared on the middle finger of his left hand at some point. "

"It was the gem ring that was taken from the female corpse's hand!" "Aqiang was like crazy. He wanted to take the ring off and return it to the woman, but the ring seemed to grow on his hand. No matter how hard he tried, it didn't move at all. 6̳̳"

"Seeing the woman getting closer and closer, the pair of hands with the missing middle finger were about to grab his feet, Aqiang finally collapsed, he yelled and bit the finger with the ring on it. "

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

"But at this moment, Aqiang was as strong as a bull, and the two police officers couldn't hold him down at all. With a tooth-grinding cracking sound, Aqiang held his broken finger, his mouth and face full of blood, and laughed like a madman. "

"Haha, I took it off, and I'll give you the ring back. Don't look for me again, you won't look for me again!"

"After saying that, he threw the finger that still wore the ring into the suitcase fiercely. "

"Finally, the woman who crawled out of the suitcase disappeared, and Aqiang gradually calmed down. "Just as the two police officers breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to call a doctor, Aqiang began to tremble violently as if he was in his last moments. Not long after, his entire body suddenly straightened up. After a moment, his head tilted and he stopped moving. " "Dead?" A woman asked in a low voice. The ending of this story seemed a bit hasty and everyone was still unsatisfied. The man in the sportswear did not answer immediately. After a while, he said in an uncomfortable voice: "The incident was finally determined to be that the suspect was too nervous during the interrogation and died of a sudden heart attack, but the police searched the scene and could not find the severed finger. "

After saying that, the man in sportswear reached out to adjust his collar. In the dim light, Jiang Cheng saw that the man's left hand, which was adjusting his collar, had only four fingers.

One middle finger was missing.

Combined with the story the man told before, Jiang Cheng could be sure that the protagonist Aqiang in the man's story was the man himself.

Not only him, but also the previous few people who told ghost stories were the same.

The story of the female student in the first story ended abruptly after she talked about something coming out of the closet behind her.

In Jiang Cheng's opinion, there should be another part later, that is, the female student and her roommate were dragged into the closet and killed by the ghost hiding in the closet.

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

He doesn't But his temperament was quite consistent, and he was carrying a backpack, the zipper on the back was not tightened, revealing the laptop inside.

More importantly, he was wearing a scarf, and from Jiang Cheng's perspective, he could just see the dark purple marks under the scarf.

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

As for the woman in red who told the third story, that is, Xiaolan who made a promise with the ghost in the story, Xiaolan's legs in the story were just right, while the steps of the woman in red were very strange.

So those in front of them were not people, but ghosts!

These ghosts told their own strange stories.

"They are all wonderful stories, but they are worse than the story I'm going to tell next." The last man walked out of the shadows.

The man was relatively short and wore very ordinary clothes. He kept his head lowered so that no one could see his face clearly.

What's even more strange is that the man's head is shaking, as if it will fall off his neck at any time.

Regarding his words, a strange look flashed in the eyes of the people who had finished talking about the ghost stories before, and Jiang Cheng could detect dissatisfaction from their faces.

Compared with the ghost stories they told, Jiang Cheng was more interested in why they came here late at night, and judging from their appearance, it seemed as if they were comparing which of the ghost stories they told was more terrifying.

A group of ghosts gathered together to compare who died more miserably and more bizarrely. Jiang Cheng found it difficult to understand.

"Is the infighting between ghosts so serious?"

Without giving Jiang Cheng a chance to continue thinking, the short and fat man spoke. Different from his image, his voice was very pleasant, with a bit of a smokey texture: "The story I'm telling is called The Guest."

"The protagonist in the story is named Azhe. He is 35 years old and is a bar singer."

"Azhe has a son who has just turned 4 years old. Azhe likes his son very much, but because of his work, he has very little time to spend with his son. His mother-in-law has always helped to take care of his son."