Door No. 3 is opposite our dormitory building. I looked up and could see the roof of the building through the balcony window.

At this time, I vaguely felt something was wrong, so I opened my eyes, but there was nothing on the roof of the dormitory No. 3. After crossing the roof, I could only see the gradually darkening sky.

But for some reason, when my eyes fell on the roof of Apartment No. 3, I felt a very strange feeling.

I can't tell what's weird.

At this time, Shen Minghai said to me: "Stop looking. We have seen it. There is nothing there. But I don't know what's going on. After seeing the roof of the third dormitory building, I felt uncomfortable all over."

Could it be that even he could feel something was wrong?

I glanced at the buddies who were approaching nearby. Everyone's expression was depressed, and they must have felt the same abnormality as Shen Minghai.

Shin Minghai pointed to the screen: "There's more, you can continue to look down."

He continued to control the mouse and saw that the owner of the third and fourth floors replied by himself.

The third floor replied: "Did you see it? Didn't you see it? That's because there are no dead people on the city gate, and there are no toasts and rice on the road. Who will play the dead people? Who will play the toasts and rice on the road?"

The reply from the fourth floor was: "The beginning of reincarnation, the earlier one enters reincarnation, the less important it is."

This is the reply left by the poster around the morning of this morning. Four hours later, the fifth floor appeared. This time it was not the poster who appeared, but the person who asked the question before. He also released a picture of his own arm, and there was a small bruise on the right side of the forearm.

The message he posted below the picture was: "First."

What is the first one? My understanding is that the first person to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

After that, the post was silent for an hour until at 8 o'clock, another person clicked in and left a reply: "It's this scary thing again, boring."

But at 8:30, this account also responded again.

This time the reply was still a picture of an arm injury, with the text as follows: "Second." He was injured more severely. Although he was still bruised, the area of ​​bruises was larger than that of the previous person.

At around nine o'clock, several more people participated in the discussion. Without exception, these people all came to squirt, and most of the content was that the poster and the people who left the comments in front were bored, and they all joined forces to deceive the comments.

But after a period of time, all of these people replied again, and the formats were uniform pictures and text.

The later the person who left a message, the more severe the injury he suffered. When I saw the last picture on the first page, there was a broken ankle on the picture.

And the words written by this person were: "Forty-sixth."

There is definitely something wrong with this post. I can be sure that these people who left the pictures were not only caught, but also under a certain degree of control. Otherwise, it would be impossible to leave a message so uniformly after being injured.

I said to Shin Minghai: "Just jump to the last page."

Shen Minghai was operating the computer while saying, "You have to be mentally accurate, the more you get, the more disgusting you get."

The screen jumps to the last page of the post, with only two messages on this page, the first one is also a photo and a paragraph of text.

The photo shows a boy's naked left chest, and there is a deep wound on his chest, like a knife wound, and blood flows down the wound. The text is: "The 999th one."

Next, the poster's reply: "The next one is the dead."

Shin Minghai stared at the screen, took a deep breath, and said, "I seem to have an impulse now, and I want to leave her a message."

He said, placing his finger on the keyboard.

I pushed him away, logged onto my school forum account as quickly as possible, and replied quickly: "Come and find me."

Because I was afraid that someone would rush in front of me, I only typed these three words. After clicking "OK", my reply immediately appeared on the screen. Under my message, another reply appeared almost at the same time: "It's all lie, don't be fooled."

I breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately I was quick and I was not snatched away first.

"Damn it, I'm trying to die!" Song Jianming looked at me nervously and said.

I glanced at him: "What are you going to die? I tell you that this post is a lie. I will definitely come back at this time tomorrow."

Song Jianming asked me again: "Will you go to the Guild event tomorrow?"

I responded very simply: "If you don't go, you're not free."

After saying that, I dragged my suitcase out of the dormitory, but after walking a few steps out, I retreated and said to a few roommates who were standing in front of the computer: "Don't leave any more messages, you guys."

Shin Minghai: "Why?"

I said, "This post is a scam, whoever answers will be stupid."

As soon as I blurted out this sentence, I found the problem. It seemed that I was the only one who replied to this post in the entire dormitory?

Their expressions also changed, and they all looked at me with mocking eyes.

I decisively didn't bother them, and dragged the box and left.

At that time, a large gymnasium was being built at the north gate of the school. When we came out of the north gate, several trucks that pulled stones were parked next to the construction site.

Just as I was walking directly in front of a car, an abnormal Qi field suddenly appeared beside me. The Qi field was a bit like a yin energy, and a bit like a mixture of resentment and hostility. It was the first time in my life that I sensed such a strange Qi field.

Of course I still remember leaving a message to the post of Lingshu 23. Once this Qi field appeared, I immediately felt something was wrong and quickly dragged my luggage and wanted to take a few steps back.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a "shush" sound from the truck next to me. The car suddenly started, and the huge front of the car roared over me.

After the car accelerated instantly, it began to slow down rapidly again, and finally the front wheels stopped where I was standing just now.

If I hadn't avoided it in advance, I would have been dragged under the wheels!

Not long after, a middle-aged man ran over in panic. He first asked me if I was okay. Before I could answer, he opened the car door and got in the car.

The moment the car door opened, I vaguely saw a black shadow flying out of the crack of the door, but it was too fast and I couldn't see clearly what it was.

After a while, the person in the car got out again and muttered: "The handbrake is pulled well, why did the car move by itself?"

As he was talking, he saw me again and asked me quickly: "Are you okay?"

I smiled at him, waved my hand, and then dragged the box away.

Along the way, I kept thinking about the Qi field just now. It was so weird that I had never seen such a Qi field.

And I was very careful along the way, so I avoided the car when I saw it. Back to the Youth Apartment, although I lived on the ninth floor, I still didn’t dare to take the elevator. I carried a huge suitcase and walked upstairs from the stairs.

When I returned to my residence, Liang Houzai had already bought the dishes and had dinner in our school area. Generally speaking, the restaurant is well cooked, and the dishes we often ordered are four kinds, sweet and sour tenderloin, old-fashioned cabbage, three-flavored rice, and a stir-fried kidney bean. Because these four dishes are often ordered when we come out to eat, we still call these dishes "student dishes".

Liang Houzai bought these four dishes today. At this time, he was sitting on the sofa in a daze, and the dishes he bought had been plated and placed on the coffee table in the living room.

When I dragged my suitcase into the bedroom, Liang Houzai suddenly said to me: "When I was shopping today, I met a very strange person."

After hearing what he said, I thought he had found clues related to the post, and immediately rushed out of the bedroom and asked him: "Who is it?"

Liang Houzai probably didn't expect me to react like this. He looked at me in surprise for a while before speaking: "It's the owner of the hotel. I originally wanted to buy sweet and sour tenderloin and kidney beans, but she actually brought me two dishes. And I found that the amount of dishes she gave was very large. This should be a loss, right? Who would do such a loss-making business?"

I sighed and asked him, "Is the hotel you went to the nearest restaurant to the east? The boss looks about the same age as us?"

Liang Houzai nodded: "Yes. When I left with these dishes, she asked me to go there often in the future."

Alas, that's because you are handsome and the boss's wife falls in love with you. Why have I never treated this way?

I didn't want to continue discussing this issue, but just said to him: "You have such a high IQ. If you think about it carefully, you will know the causes and consequences. Hey? You can buy things yourself now? I remember going to ask you to go to the supermarket to buy something, and you are embarrassed to talk to the cashier."

Liang Houzai seemed helpless: "Brother, I have been in Beijing for three years, okay? I won't starve to death even if I have this survival skill."

I put my suitcase in the closet, took the computer to the living room, and plugged it in the internet cable.

Liang Houzai pointed to the dishes on the table: "Why have you put the machine out again? Have you eaten first?"

I pressed the opening button and said, "Today there was a post on our school forum. I suspect this post may be related to witchcraft. Look. Watch it while eating."

Open the web page and enter the home page of the school forum. The post "Spirit 23" is on the headlines. I clicked in and turned the computer screen to Liang Houzai, so that he could read it by himself.

As soon as I saw the title of the post and the content of the first floor, Liang Houzai's brows instantly twisted into the word "chuan". I didn't bother him and let him look down quietly alone.

He has been reading things very fast since he was a child. The time he used to read dozens of replies was similar to the time I used to read a picture.

Liang Houzai kept sliding the mouse's central axis, quickly flipping through the message. After reading the first 100-story building, he jumped directly to the last page.

During the half hour I left the dormitory, there were dozens of replies on this page.

Liang Houzai pointed to my reply and said, "It has been more than half an hour since this person's reply. Except for the previous few people who replied, everyone else posted photos of their injuries about ten minutes after the first reply. But now, this person has not posted a picture yet."

I said, "This 'Midnight Lin Ge' is me, I almost died on the road just now."

Liang Houzai widened his eyes: "Are you crazy? This is a curse. You have now been hit by someone else's skills!"

I said, "What should I do? If it wasn't for me who left the message, I'm afraid someone has died now... But how can the dead send photos?"

Liang Houzai said: "When a person dies, even if he doesn't post pictures, someone else will send them for them. This is indeed witchcraft, and it is a typical psychic medium. The stone that appears at the beginning of the post is definitely not an ordinary stone."
Chapter completed!