What
are the terrible stories?
I live with my best friend. She likes to drink and often comes back late.
That day I heard her calling the door and was about to open it when I received her WeChat: “Don’t open the door for me!”! Why don’t you open the door for me? Who’s
outside the door?
I saw me on a website.
It was a short movie titled “Drunk.” From the perspective of the photographer, the heroine was very drunk, her face was buried in the pillow, her hair was as loose as algae, and she was motionless.
This is a crime, right?
I was about to cross it off when I accidentally glanced at the pink birthmark on the woman’s left shoulder, as if she had been struck by lightning. Why is
this birthmark exactly the same as mine?
The woman turned over by pulling her shoulders, revealing her true face, and the last trace of luck disappeared.
She is me.
“I” rolled off the bed, my pale face facing the camera, not a trace of expression, not even a sign of breathing on my nose.
I’m dead.
-Me?
Some famous “kind of” website?
Corpse?
This must be an illusion.
I washed my face with cold water and shivered with cold.
I, Zhao Yi, have never been to a bar, have never talked about a boyfriend. I have been a good girl since I was a child. I have been in college for three years, and I can hardly leave the campus.
How can there be such a video?
I do not know when, the thin and dense water vapor has covered the mirror of the washstand.
I wiped away the mist, and the mirror slowly revealed my face-a face of despair. I was so
frightened that I took several steps back, hitting my back against the tile wall, and the cold touch spread from my spine to the back of my head.
No, it’s not me.
My face should be plump, my lips should be smiling, and my eyes should be bright. How could
I have such a desperate look? The man in the
mirror stared at me and shed tears of blood. What
do you want?
I heard my teeth clench.
Help me.
I couldn’t hear her voice, but I knew what she was saying.
How to save?
Are you the guy in the little movie? Why do
you want to be like me? Aren’t
you already dead?
I am you.
No, you’re not.
I shook my head desperately.
I’m cold. I’m so cold. I’m shivering with cold.
Heavy. The air is so heavy. I can’t breathe.
What should I do?
The door was pushed open, Jojo stepped on high heels and came in drunk and crooked. The strong smell of wine and perfume made me wake up in an instant.
Jojo is my roommate, and I am two extremes, she is always the most eye-catching one in the crowd.
Everyone has just come out of the dusty high school days, not long after learning to dress up, just learned how to cover blemishes and how to apply liquid foundation, the eyeliner is still askew, when clipping eyelashes, they can not help crying and howling, Qiaoqiao slightly raised the delicate makeup of the face, even the jaw line of the chin is perfect to impeccable, naturally stand out.
Her eyes are seductive, her gestures are unconsciously provocative, and even if she stands in a bare classroom, she gives people the illusion of debauchery every minute.
To be honest, she is not the one that boys like, or that boys will not admit that they like.
After all, it is the campus, and the pure campus beauty is worthy of praise. The rumors
about Qiaoqiao are particularly unbearable. “I don’t know how many people have used it.” “If you give money, you can go.”.
Many students claimed that they had seen Qiaoqiao sitting in a luxury car at the school gate, but it was not the same one.
I have never listened to these rumors, and I still understand the truth that everyone talks about gold and destroys bones.
I had nothing in common with her until one day I saw her crying. The
girl’s cry is divided into two kinds, one is the pear flower with rain, pitiful, one is regardless of the image, tears together.
Jojo is the latter.
I’ve never seen her in such a mess. The wind was chilly in the
early spring, and in the purple flowers of the azaleas, she was dressed in red, half squatting and half kneeling, clenching her fists, wailing in pain, and tears gushing out.
Mascara cried into two lines of black rain, which destroyed the rich makeup on her face, and there was a kind of pale color wall after being eroded by wind and rain. Brighter
than cuckoo, thinner than cuckoo.
When I handed over the wet wipes, her eyes were a little evasive and embarrassed, but she accepted my kindness.
That was the beginning of our friendship. Look, how much we look like Little Ear and Li in Left Ear.
Jojo’s roommate was incompatible with her, and Jojo and I moved out to share a house, and our relationship grew by leaps and bounds.
Jojo also ordered a pair of girlfriend pendants, two roses tightly wrapped around the letters Z and Q, the initials of our names. Looking in the mirror to touch up her makeup
, Chiao Chiao leisurely reminds her, “Little Yi, the mirror can’t try out the color number.”.
Color number?
I quickly blinked my eyes. There are two vertical lipstick marks on the
mirror. How can there be any blood and tears? I’ll take you to do your hair
later, and I’ll have dinner with the male God the day after tomorrow.
almost forgot.
Jojo introduced me to a male God a few days ago. He has eight abdominal muscles, and he is so handsome.
Can just be so scared, even if Li is about me, I have no interest.
After listening to me talk about the content of the little movie, Jojo was startled. “The corpse must be an illusion, but it’s possible to take pictures secretly.” Think about it. Are there any fragments?
I don’t drink. I have a very strict
family education, and I am not allowed to touch alcohol.
It doesn’t have to be wine.
“Jojo looked grim.” There are many ways to deal with a good girl like you. Recall carefully, when
you go out to play with boys, have you ever been sleepy and absent-minded?
I never go out with boys alone.
I thought about it carefully, but I couldn’t think of it.
I am timid, and my parents have told me that I am very careful at ordinary times.
Qiaoqiao frowned and thought for a long time. “Listen to what you said. It should be taken secretly by the hotel. Let’s see if we can recognize the place first.”.
Jojo opens the video. From the perspective of the
candid camera, the heroine is very drunk, her face is buried in the pillow, and she looks up-a Japanese actor whose face is familiar to many people.
Jojo had a black line on her face. If you want to share a little movie, just say it. Why do you make up a story to scare me? It
‘s impossible. How could I even admit my mistake?
I recognized it again and again, but it turned out that it was an ordinary little movie, the protagonist was not me, let alone the dead.
You eat more papaya every day and try to grow up. Otherwise, I can’t believe you if you say you’re wrong.
Jojo dragged me out of the dormitory and went straight to the hairdresser’s. When Mr.
Tony began to cut his hair, I slowly came to my senses.
Qiaoqiao picked a two-dimensional hairstyle for me, green tea princess cut, flat bangs, straight temples, black and straight, especially like Yan Moai in Hell Girl, with a little charm in innocence.
Qiaoqiao was amazed and took pictures again and again. “Little Yi, this is so suitable for you.”.
No, you can’t have this hairstyle.
My body began to tremble, and my instinct was to resist the hairstyle, no, not to resist, but to fear.
My face was pale and my teeth were clattering with cold.
I finally figured out what I was afraid of, and that’s what I had in the little movie.
I picked up the scissors and cut off a handful of hair in the shocked eyes of Jojo and Tony. What
am I afraid of?
Er Qiaoqiao had an appointment in the evening. I was eating Sydney soup on the stove, waiting for her to come back and drink it together. Oh, yes, with Zhou Dongyu’s short hair. It took three Tony teachers
to save my snap.
In order not to let myself think about it, I clicked on the men’s team talent show and chose to paralyze myself with male sex.
Mika’s soulful voice made my heart pound, the silly and straight Gan Wangxing made me laugh, and the dance with Zan Duohe and Liu Yu made me so excited that I almost knocked over the monitor.
What woke me up was the chill, very cold.
It’s a little too quiet. The tenants of
this building are all students. At this time, there should be all kinds of voices, such as making phone calls, playing games and watching TV dramas, but today there is only dead silence. There is a heavy fog
outside the window.
I opened the window, and the night fog filled the dormitory with the naked eye.
The wind was blowing, making the camphor leaves clatter and the plastic bags fly up to the sky.
Strange, such a strong wind can not blow away the fog?
The computer began to play the video automatically, and it was that little movie again.
The main character is still me, and it’s short hair. My new short hair. I trembled
as if I were surrounded by a wet, sticky, heavy fog.
No, it’s not like I’m surrounded by fog.
The fog seemed to have a weight on my chest, and I couldn’t breathe. When the
WeChat sounded, it was from Jojo. “Don’t open the door for me.”.
Don’t open the door for me? Before
I knew what Jojo meant, there was a knock on the door and Jojo’s sweet voice said, “Honey, I forgot my key. Open the door.”.
I looked at my cell phone and then at the door, and I was at a loss.
Bang-bang-bang-the knock on the door was unusually slow, like a slow-moving zombie.
Jojo, is that you?
I took courage and asked aloud.
Honey, I forgot my key. Open the door.
Jojo replied, word for word.
I heard it clearly. There was a noise in the words. It was a recording! Bang-bang-bang-I quickly gave Jojo a video call. The camera on her side was shaking so much that I couldn’t see her face. I could only see that she was running at full speed. “Don’t believe her. I’ll be right back,”
said Jojo, panting.
Without waiting for an answer, Jojo hung up. Jojo’s voice
outside the door came again. “Honey, I forgot my key. Open the door.”.
This thing couldn’t get through the door, which gave me a little confidence. I shouted, “Is that all you can say?”?
！」 The knocking stopped, and the silence was so frightening that I was a little sorry to expose her.
The voice sounded again.
Dear, the little clarinet I bought on behalf of others has arrived. Please help me pick it up.
Little Yiyi, little Yiyi, help me order it. I really don’t want to go to the advanced math class.
“” Ah-I’m moved.
Just flirted with the little brother, male God level, no discount, I send you a picture.
」…… It’s a recording of my phone call with Jojo.
Jojo’s cell phone calls come with a recording function, and these are our messy chats.
The phrase “Dear, I forgot my key, open the door” was also the content of the chat not long ago. Only Jojo’s phone has these,
I’m sure. Who is the person who sends
me a WeChat “Don’t open the door for me” and has a video call with me?
“I just can’t open my mouth to let her know. It’s just a few simple words that I can’t do..” Outside the door, Qiaoqiao played a song called “I can’t open my mouth”.
I was so nervous that my forehead was full of cold sweat. I didn’t know whether to believe her or not. She suddenly played a love song as background music.
I suddenly understood what Jojo meant, she couldn’t open her mouth, she couldn’t speak! I opened a crack in the door and looked out.
She doesn’t have a mouth. Under the
nose is a blank.
Mouthless Jojo pushed the door open and grabbed my hand and pulled it out.
I struggled hard, but her hands were like cast iron, motionless and cold to the touch.
I cried out in panic, but no one answered. We seemed to be the only two people in the dormitory.
I beat and kicked, and my wrists were bruised, but I still couldn’t break free.
“You let her go!” Jojo rushed frantically and knocked Jojo, who had no mouth, off his feet.
Jojo took my hand and fled to the room. Jojo breathed heavily and felt the temperature of her palm. At this tense moment, I felt a trace of happiness. I didn’t expect Jojo to save me regardless of the danger.
But Jojo, who had no mouth, clamped my other hand, and I screamed in pain.
I was slightly released from my clamped hand, and Jojo, who had no mouth, slipped something into my palm. Jojo dragged me into the room and slammed the door.
I hid my thoughts and clenched my fists quietly, guessing what Jojo had given me. Didn’t
I say don’t open the door for me?
Jojo leaned his back against the door and complained angrily.
The door is to prevent evil, the master is not invited, it can not enter. What the hell is going on
?
I have so many questions to ask. I can’t say it clearly
for a while. You must believe me, or we will be finished.
Jojo looked nervous and clutched my arm so tightly that it hurt me.
I.. I Of course I believe you. I was about to say that when the dormitory suddenly lost power and it was dark.
My heart sank.
I felt out what Jojo gave me. It was my best friend pendant with Jojo. She can’t
open her mouth. She can only prove herself in this way.
“Jojo,” I swallowed. “What’s that outside?
Jojo stared at me and held out his hand. Take my hand.
Warm and soft, it is indeed the hand maintained by SK-II.
Jojo saw through my thoughts and smiled sarcastically at the corners of her mouth. “What about now?”? The warmth and smoothness of
the fingertips suddenly become cold, hard, and steel-like, no different from the mouth-less Qiaoqiao outside the door.
This, this is.. What’s wrong?
I quickly shook off Jojo’s hand and stepped back several steps, looking at her nervously.
Sound, smell, and touch will deceive you, memory will deceive you, and emotion will deceive you even more.
Jojo grabbed both of my arms, and her fingers grew sharp claws, which made my arms hurt. Say, you believe me.
Jojo’s expression was frantic, and her features began to twist into a familiar face.
My face. Blood and tears flowed down
his face.
Say, you believe in me.
I shook my head, and I couldn’t stop shaking.
Outside the door, there was a knock again. Bang-bang-bang-it was me. I brought this thing. I put Jojo in danger.
She risked her life to save me and couldn’t speak, but I didn’t believe her and shut her out.
The “trick” found my best friend pendant in the palm of my hand, and his eyes showed hatred. “Anything can deceive you!”! A broken locket, and you believe her?
No, this is not a broken locket. This is the testimony of Jojo’s friendship with me.
I clung to the pendant, and my palms hurt.
“You let go!” No, not at all.
Jojo, I believe you.
“I shouted out the door,” I’ve always believed in you.
This sentence seemed to give me infinite strength, and the “strange thing” was stunned and let go of its grip on me.
The thick fog began to lift.
My vision began to blur, my consciousness was dazed, and I was still holding the pendant. Among the
three purple azaleas, Qiaoqiao, dressed in gorgeous red, cried loudly.
In fact, I saw the bruises on her wrists that day, and I smelled alcohol mixed with other smells on her body. Just because
I’m inexperienced doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I can probably guess what a drunken girl goes through and why she cries early in the morning. The rumors
about Jojo are not groundless, but I saw her hurt, and I believe the black rain washed by her tears that day.
I had a terrible headache, and the memory fragments were like a slide show, one frame after another.
The palm hurts a little. Is it cut by something? The smell of disinfectant filled my
nose. I’m supposed to be in the hospital.
I opened my eyelids and saw Qiaoqiao’s sobbing face. “Isn’t it just a broken pendant?”? Don’t
you want to die?
From Jojo’s mouth, I know the truth of last night.
Sydney soup spilled, doused the gas stove, and I was unknowingly poisoned by gas when I watched the draft. I
had fled to the door of the dormitory, and I was only one step away from safety.
But the pendant was stuck in the gap of the washstand, and I held on to it.
If Jojo hadn’t come home early, I would have been cold.
I checked the information, and people will have hallucinations when they are dying in the absence of oxygen.
That is to say, there is a scientific explanation for the strange events of last night. After
returning to the dormitory, I turned on the computer, and the little movie was normal, not me, not my corpse.
I looked in the mirror again and again, convinced that she really didn’t exist.
The world is back to normal, and there are no more supernatural events.
Jojo pulled me to match the clothes, which were all styles I had never tried before.
In her words, beauty is made of money. How can you have a dinner with a male God?
Everything is on the right track, but I can’t forget those pictures. Can’t
forget the stiff body in the little movie, can’t forget the blood and tears in the mirror, can’t forget her vicious words: “Sound, smell, touch will deceive you, memory will deceive you, emotion will deceive you even more.”. What does
she mean by that?
Why did it suddenly disappear?
I checked the account information of the website, and there were a lot of thieves in it.
Toilets, hotels, bathrooms, no place is safe.
Even if you rent a house outside, your own room is not necessarily safe. One landlord installed a pinhole camera in the tenant’s bathroom.
If you don’t observe the abyss, how can you know that there are a pair of malicious eyes in the abyss?
I also snuck into bars to pick up bodies. How can there be such a disgusting group in the
world?
It is said to be picking up corpses, but in fact it is more about drugging and drinking.
They wantonly show off their “trophies,” which are usually classmates, colleagues, relatives, and even their own girlfriends.
They taunted the girls and called them cheap while acting like animals.
I deeply feel the malice of the world.
I talked to Jojo about this, and Jojo’s face changed.
She held me in her arms and patted me on the shoulder. “You can trust me.”.
Qiaoqiao is different from me. She has seen more than me and knows the bizarre world.
It’s a good thing you’re here, otherwise I’d be desperate for the world.
“I hugged Jojo.” Let’s have dinner together in two days. I have something to do.
There’s something I have to confirm.
Soon it was time to have dinner with the male God and his friends.
I have done my homework, not to go to remote places, not to go to smoky places, the door of the box should be open, not to drink, and change a drink if it is out of sight for more than ten seconds. Women’s safety was never taught in
school. I learned it from the gory cases.
But the fact tells me that I think too much.
They chose a normal restaurant, did not drink, did not make inappropriate jokes, just talked about some topics that girls like.
I knew it. Of course, Jojo’s choice of people is reliable.
Seeing our best friend pendant, the male God’s face was a little strange. “I didn’t expect you to have such a good relationship.”.
Jojo put her arm around my shoulder and handed me a drink with a smile. Of course, we are best friends. On the way
back, I felt dizzy.
Stop the car.
I cried feebly.
The male God glanced at me and ignored me, and the smile at the corners of his mouth made me feel cold in my heart.
I knew that I had done my homework in vain, and in spite of my caution, I was still caught.
“Stop the car!” I took off my seat belt and grabbed the steering wheel with my last effort.
This trick is also learned on the Internet, and it is much safer than jumping out of a window or being dragged to a strange place.
Do you want to die? Sure enough, the
male God was startled by the craziness. He pushed and kicked me, trying to get me away.
In my two people deadlocked, the car almost rushed out of the guardrail, the male God hurriedly emergency brake, I took the opportunity to push open the door.
Another car was in front of me. Jojo got out of the car and grabbed me doubtfully. “What’s wrong?”?
He was drugged.
Too late to explain, I took Jojo’s hand and ran into the distance, but Jojo grabbed me instead. You’ve been stunned by the negative news these days. You’ve been staring at it so hard. How can they have a chance to drug it?
Jojo was right. I kept an eye on them for fear that they would make small moves. There was only one person at the scene and I would not guard against it.
I looked at Jojo, who continued to persuade me, “Let’s just come out and have a good time. Why are you so unhappy?”?
Looked at her lips open and shut, look calm, I understand everything, is the drink you gave me, right?
Jojo stopped talking.
They’ve rounded up. She doesn’t need to act anymore.
She looked at me with cold eyes and eyebrows.
Why?
I asked her.
Someone slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground.
Why? My
voice was hoarse and I pulled out my best friend’s pendant from my bosom.
Jojo tore off her best friend’s pendant and threw it into the green belt. “Are you really serious about something that costs a few yuan?”?
“Jojo leaned close to my ear.” Do you know how hateful you are when you are self-righteous and superior?
“Jojo sneered.” Who do you think you are? Do you want to save me after reading too many
novels?
Save it.
No, it’s not like that, the Jojo crying in the azaleas, she’s not like that.
Looking at the unfamiliar Jojo, I have only one question left. Is our friendship totally fake?
We have so many happy moments, are they all fake?
“Jojo was stupefied.” I cried that day. You shouldn’t have come to comfort me.
I’m ruined. Why should you be fine?
I see.
Everything has the answer, I stand up straight, where is still the appearance of dizziness?
Sounds, smells, and sensations deceive me, memories deceive me, and emotions deceive me even more.
I looked at Jojo solemnly. Jojo, I don’t believe you. The
familiar chill soaked into my body, and I knew that she was back. I chose to believe Jojo
that day, and she disappeared and everything went back to normal.
But one question always haunts me. I trust Jojo, but is she really trustworthy?
So I postponed the dinner time and spent two days spending money and time looking for people everywhere to get to know my best friend.
She has befriended many girls, who are basically well-behaved and obedient, and often take them out to “see the world.”.
The girls were silent afterwards.
I even found a girl who dropped out of school. She was a girl who came out of the mountains. She was full of worries and expectations about the city.
Unfortunately, it was Jojo who led her into the city.
Girls are always told to be careful, be careful of familiar men, be careful of strange men, girls are very alert.
But in the face of the same sex, in the face of girlfriends, girls are easy to put down their guard.
The male God is the hook, and Jojo is the catalyst, followed by violence, coercion, filming and threats.
This is a Shura field paved with countless girls’ beautiful corpses, and no one can get away with it. The blood and tears of the
girls turned into the delicate cosmetics on Qiaoqiao’s face and her ostentatious brand-name bags.
Listening to the sirens getting closer and closer, the male gods and Jojo looked flustered, and I laughed.
It should be over.
Four, I went back to my room.
I admit that this room carries a lot of memories of me and Jojo. We laughed together, watched movies together, talked about men together, and ate smelly snail powder together. Only in front of me, Jojo would leave the goddess side and be silly with me.
I thought I was special.
Pushing open the window, the sun shines on the eyebrows, warm and wandering.
Grey magpies step on the branches and leaves of camphor trees and vibrate their feathers happily. It’s good to be
alive.
I suddenly feel homesick.
I miss the braised pork cooked by my mother, I want to accompany my father to watch “Bright Sword” again, I want to tell them that I am very alert, I protect myself, I think.. A sudden chill came over me, enveloping my whole body. I knew that “she” was coming again.
I walked to the sink, looked in the mirror, and smiled at her. I smile back in the
mirror.
Have you come to save me?
She did not speak, and there was a faint sadness on her face. Who are
you?
I asked.
I am you.
She mouthed a silent reply.
I’m not, I.. I was so excited that I turned on the computer and opened the little movie again. The
stiff heroine was turned over, revealing her true face, or me.
Isn’t it over already?
I cut off a clump of hair, and the man in the little movie lost a clump of hair.
I draw a line in the palm with a paint pen, and that person has a line in the palm.
It was as if someone had written the ending in advance, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t change it.
I rushed to the mirror and shouted, “What the hell is going on?”? The person in the
mirror looked at me sadly. A crack appeared on her cheek, and then another one. In a twinkling of an eye, her face was covered with broken lines.
Thank you.
Accompanied by an almost inaudible sound, she scattered as dust all over the sky.
She disappeared. No one can help me
anymore.
Go home. Once
the idea was born, it grew and spread.
Stay at home, stay with mom and dad, stay in the room where you grew up, you will never have to face the reality of pickling, and you will never encounter a terrible fate.
Walking out of the door, the weather was warm, even hot, as if I had missed the whole season unconsciously.
Go home.
I looked at the scenery roaring outside the high-speed rail window and imagined the ecstasy of my parents when they saw me again and again.
If I can, I will never leave them again.
I see the familiar city, I hear the friendly local accent, and I can even feel the air of my hometown.
But why is it that the closer I get to home, the more empty my heart is?
It’s like an endless wind whistling through my heart. The big locust tree
in front of the house casts a thick shade. Strangely, the leaves of the big locust tree grow really early this year. It is obviously early spring, but it looks like midsummer.
The gate is a little decayed and dusty. Strange, when did mom learn to be lazy when she loves cleanliness so much?
You’re not sick, are you?
I quickly opened the door.
The door lock was a little rusty, and the dust from the door frame made me sneeze. No one had been in or out of here for a long time.
I rushed into the courtyard with a bad feeling in my heart. As far as the
eye could see, it was desolate.
Dad’s beloved teahouse, which has to be carefully wiped every day, is now covered with dust.
Mother carefully served several pots of orchids, which were thoroughly dried into withered grass.
I walked into the main room and saw the black and white photo in the middle.
My posthumous photo.
I still look like a good girl, smiling shyly, and I don’t know what dirty things are in the world.
It turns out that I have been dead for so long.
I died, only this possibility, will let the once warm home, into such a dilapidated field.
Why?
Why should my family and I have to go through this?
I saw my hands slowly fade.
Am I going to disappear? The outline of
my body became blurred and almost melted into the air.
I was floating in the air, and I saw that little movie playing on someone’s computer. The heroine was me, a princess with long black straight hair and a pink birthmark on her left shoulder. In the
little movie, my body was stiff and I was not breathing.
It’s not a supernatural phenomenon. It’s the truth.
I know who I am.
I don’t exist. To be precise
, I am Zhao Yi’s dying obsession.
The girl who was set up by her best friend and fell into hell, she was unable to struggle.
Her fear, pain and despair swept through everything like a tide. In the absence of
life, she saw the camera of the thief.
If I had known the ugliness of the world earlier, how good it would have been. (End) * This story is fictional. Any similarity is purely coincidental. Pay attention and don’t get lost ~
