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When we returned to the dormitory, we were very nervous. Although the boss did not die in the dormitory, the thought of a living person jumping off the building made us feel very uncomfortable.
I still had no energy at night, but I couldn¡¯t fall asleep while lying on the bed. I don¡¯t know when I felt a little confused. My mind started to feel dizzy, but suddenly I noticed that there was a figure outside my mosquito net. The figure was standing outside with his back to me, not moving or speaking.
I glanced sideways at the bunks of the third and fourth boys. They were all on their bunks and had not come down. So who was this figure that suddenly appeared?
At that time, I wanted to get up and take a look, but I found that my body was the same as the previous night, unable to move at all. Then, I saw the figure walking towards the window, just like the boss did last night, he pulled a Chair, step on, go up to the window sill, open the window, jump, almost every action seems to be copied from the same mold as the boss.
When the figure jumped out of the window, my whole body jumped up from the bunk, and the three and four boys in the next bunk also jumped up from the bunk at the same time. The two of them were as awake as me just now, and they also saw everything I saw.
The three of us rushed to the window and looked down, only to find that no one was lying on the ground downstairs.
At that time, the same thing flashed in the minds of the three of us - the ghost of the boss.
Although the fourth child is a bit superstitious, he didn¡¯t believe in ghosts at first. And even if it is a ghost, according to superstitious legends, it should wait until the first seven days before returning here. Why did the ghost appear in the dormitory on the first day after the boss died?
Although we didn¡¯t want to admit it, the three of us were really frightened at the time. In the end, the fourth child remembered the senior brother that the third child had mentioned.
I have been in school for more than a week and have had some contact with my senior brother. At least I know which dormitory he lives in. The three of us ran to the senior brother's floor in the middle of the night and knocked on the door of the senior brother's dormitory.
Being woken up in the middle of the night, the senior brother was not angry. Instead, he said that he knew that we would definitely come to find him, so he did not sleep at all.
In the dormitory, the senior brother told us what he knew. It turned out that he also lived in dormitory 414 when he entered school two years ago, and what he experienced was almost exactly the same thing as us. At that time, he also asked his seniors about this matter, but was told that in the first year after the building was built, a boy from a poor mountainous area had his tuition fees left in the dormitory stolen. He couldn't think of it and jumped. Lou, that day is July 15th, which is the Ghost Festival in the Central Plains.
Nothing special happened at that time, except that his bunk was empty. However, during the Hungry Ghost Festival the next year, a boy who was transferred to dormitory 414 because of a department transfer jumped from the building.
There started to be messages in the school, saying that the boy who jumped off the building was unwilling to give up and came back to find someone to accompany him. Of course, the school denied this kind of thing, but it did not dare to let students live in 414 anymore, so that dormitory was closed.
It was not reopened until the senior year when the dormitory was tight. After the death, the school issued a hush-hush order to the students in the dormitory, moved them to another dormitory, and strictly prohibited them from mentioning what happened on 414 with other students.
The three of us asked the school to change the dormitory because the dormitory was haunted. The school did not hesitate and changed the dormitory for us, and the dormitory was closed again.
Now that I have graduated and it¡¯s the beginning of the new year, I feel I have an obligation to tell everyone about this, so that no more juniors will be harmed because of this cursed dormitory.
I chose a title like a ghost story. I just hope that this post can survive on the forum for a while longer. I hope that all the junior brothers and sisters who see it can save this post and pass it on to future junior brothers and sisters. I hope it will happen. Don't let the tragedy that happened to us happen again.
The content of the post ends here. Zhang Fan looked at the last time, which was September 1st this year.
When Jie Zirui sent these screenshots to Zhang Fan's mobile phone, he told him that the department held a special meeting because of this post, and the leaders very righteously accused the author of the post for such fraud in order to prevent chaos in the world. This behavior is spreading rumors and slandering the college. I hope that students will refrain from making or spreading rumors. If anyone is found to spread such rumors indiscriminately, the department will give him a demerit.
This approach of the department can be said to mean that there is no three hundred taels of silver in this place. Even if everyone just thought it was a story made up by the seniors to scare the juniors at first, after they finished the meeting, everyone also??I started to feel that this was true.
But even if it¡¯s true, it doesn¡¯t matter. The 414 dormitory has always been closed. Even when the dormitory building changed the electronic locks that use access control cards, 414 was not replaced at the same time. Jie Zirui felt that they had no chance with 414 this time. , but I didn¡¯t expect that Zhang Fan would move into 414 today.
"Brother Fan, according to this post, there are ghosts in this dormitory." On the ground over there, Big Old Black Tom had been practicing the tiger act for a long time. At this time, he clapped his hands and stood up to take a breath. When Zhang Fan read the post just now, he casually told it to him as a story. This big boss can be considered a Chinese expert. At least he understood all the stories Zhang Fan told.
"Brother Fan, if the ghosts here are so powerful, why don't we leave? Look at the sky outside, it's starting to get dark."
Yes, the sky is indeed getting dark. Zhang Fan cleaned up the dormitory very quickly, but there were no daily necessities in the dormitory except for standard furniture such as shelves, planks, and cabinets. Zhang Fan didn't come to the capital to study, and he didn't prepare anything at all. So after lunch, he asked Tom to follow him as a coolie and buy a lot of daily necessities.
Anyway, Brother Fan is not short of money at all now. The Department of Archeology gives him 500,000 yuan a year. This money alone is enough for him to squander freely in school.
"What? Are you scared? I used to think that black people are very optimistic, brave and good at fighting. They dare to fight any beast they encounter." Zhang Fan glanced at Tom lazily.
"Oh, Brother Fan, you must have watched too many documentaries on African tribes. In fact, there is not much difference between us black people and you yellow people, especially when facing ghosts. God, that thing is so scary. Well, the place I don¡¯t like to go to the most is the cemetery. When I was a kid, a friend once encountered a ghost in the cemetery and was so frightened that he still wets his pants to this day.¡±
¡°It turns out that even the tall and powerful Big Black can be so cowardly sometimes. Are you afraid of ghosts?
"Then you go. If you are afraid of ghosts, I will not force you to stay."
It doesn¡¯t matter if you leave, Brother Fan didn¡¯t plan to accept a disciple in the first place, but this guy kowtows and helps, so it¡¯s a bit embarrassing to kick him out. Now that he has backed down, that¡¯s the best thing.
"No, no, no, I won't leave. I just think about Brother Fan's safety. I am a person of faith. God is with me at all times. Even if a ghost appears, I am not afraid."
Tom said as he pulled out a cross-shaped pendant from his collar to show him his faith.
"It turns out you also have faith."
"Of course, I was baptized at birth. Brother Fan, do you believe in God?"
¡°Believe it, I believe in God too, but it¡¯s different from what you believe in.¡±
"Different? Do you believe in the Eastern Expedition Church in Tsarist Russia?"
Some religions are very sensitive. Even if they believe in the same god, they have to argue with each other because of different doctrines.
"No, I believe in the God of Haotian Golden Tower, the God of Xuantian in the North Pole, and the Five Elder Gods of the Five Directions. In China, you must believe in these to be useful. Believing in your God is of no use."
"Brother Fan, although I want to ask you to be my master, you can't be disrespectful to God. God is a god everywhere. Even if I am far away in a foreign country, God is always by my side, protecting me and protecting me. "
At this moment, Tom was speaking righteously.
"Tchthen has your God shown you any miracles?"
"Of course, Moses used the sacred ark given by God to part the Red Sea, and then"
"Stop, I said for you, how do you say it in British? for you."
"For methen, does it count that my thing is really big?"
"You're a big-headed idiot! You're black and not Japanese, how can you be as young as you want!"
Zhang Fan kicked Tom on the hip. Tom sat down on the bed next to him and started to giggle.
¡°Look carefully, this is what our God taught me.¡±
Zhang Fan said, unscrewing a bottle of mineral water and pouring a little into his hand, and using the Zhen Zi Jue, in just a moment, the water in his hand was shaken into a mist.
"Oh my God, this"
"receive!"
Zhang Fan shouted "Shui". In Taoist tricks, in addition to Zhen Zi Jue, there is also Shu Zi Jue, which are all tips for using Qi. They are first-rate and easy to use to bluff people. As soon as this word was shouted out, the water mist in the air instantly gathered and condensed into a small ball in Zhang Fan's hand, and then turned into a puddle of ordinary water and flowed down between his fingers.
"Brother Fan, this, this is not magic? Is it really a miracle? Then, that, then I believe in your God. I, I don't believe in the original one!"
This old black man is a utilitarian. Seeing Zhang Fan's move, all the pious beliefs he had just forgotten were forgotten. He even tore the pendant from his neck and pretended to throw it to the ground and step on it. Fortunately, in the end He still stepped back from the cliff and didn't do that. After all, you can't be so blasphemous if you suddenly say you don't believe it after believing it for so many years, right? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)p; "Brother Fan, this, this is not magic? Is it really a miracle? Then, that, then I believe in your God. I, I don't believe in the original one!"
This old black man is a utilitarian. Seeing Zhang Fan's move, all the pious beliefs he had just forgotten were forgotten. He even tore the pendant from his neck and pretended to throw it to the ground and step on it. Fortunately, in the end He still stepped back from the cliff and didn't do that. After all, you can't be so blasphemous if you suddenly say you don't believe it after believing it for so many years, right? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com