Weird Mystery

In a university in Qingshan City. 26nbsp;"Zhuang Fei! What are you doing so fast?" A tall boy was chasing a slightly shorter boy called Wang Zhuangfei, and the name of this tall boy was Zhang Zhangling.

right?A very strange name!Zhang Zhangling, but his father Zhang Weidao named his son Zhang Zhangling for a reason, what reason?Of course, there will be an explanation at the end of this book, after all, this name has a lot to do with the content behind this book.good!Back to the topic.

Wang Zhuangfei shook his head and pinched his nose, trying to drive away sleepy bugs. His eyes were half-closed and he was about to fall asleep. He tried his best to answer: "Zhang Ling, I'm fine! I just feel so sleepy! I want to drive away Go back and have a good sleep! So sleepy! So sleepy! I really want to lie down and go to sleep immediately!"

Zhang Ling was amazed, and thought: "Strange! Usually Zhuang Fei is very energetic. I have never seen him so listless? What's wrong today?" Seeing that Zhuang Fei was drowsy, he had no choice but to help himself. Sighing, he said: "Okay! Let's go!" All the way back to the dormitory without saying a word, Zhuang Fei immediately climbed into his bed and went to sleep. After a while, he heard Zhuang Fei snoring.

Zhang Ling and his roommates were chatting, when suddenly, "Woo 7e7e7e, woo 7e7e7e" came a burst of sobbing, giving the illusion that it was a woman's voice.Zhang Ling and the others shuddered at the same time, and the cool wind once again blew in through the gaps in the closed windows.The sobbing sound seemed to come from within this dormitory, not from outside.

Everyone felt scared for a while, but it was Ah Cheng who spoke out first: "I heard that there is a strange place in the school, that is, the flower garden of the school. Some people say that people may have died there, and there are unjust ghosts. Those who died unjustly wanted someone to help them The grievance will make a creepy sound, it won't appear now, will it?"

“呜7e7e7e呜7e7e7e7e”阿成的话声刚落，适才的抽泣声响起，似乎是在回应着阿成，也像是在肯定着阿成的猜测，而且还带着相似“冤7e7e7e怨7e7e7e7e”的哭诉。阿成不由牙齿直打颤，感到了后怕。

"A strange place? Someone died? A ghost? Ah Cheng, what's going on? Tell me!" But Zhang Ling was not afraid at all, and was very interested in it, so he didn't pay attention to the rumor.But Ah Cheng was different. He was so frightened that his teeth chattered, and he said, "Go to sleep! No, don't talk anymore! Ming, everything will be fine tomorrow!" The others also agreed because of fear.

Zhang Ling had no choice but to lie down, but Zhang Ling couldn't fall asleep, after all, Zhang Ling was a very curious person. Of course, Zhang Ling's curiosity was both his strength and his weakness. His curiosity often will kill him.

Zhang Ling yelled: "Hey! You are all asleep? Let me know if anyone is alive!" No one responded to him.Zhang Ling had no choice but to sigh and said, "Oh! They are all from pigs, why did they all fall asleep when they closed their eyes? Really!"

"Huh! Huh!" A strong wind blew up, and the gap between the tightly closed windows creaked due to the impact of the strong wind.The strong wind came in through the window, and Zhang Ling, who was lying in the bed, was warm on his back, but suddenly, he felt a burst of chill passing by.

Zhang Ling was startled in his heart: "How could this happen? It's so cold! And this chill is different from the general chill, could it be..." "Is there a ghost?" This question kept spinning in his mind.Zhang Ling felt his heart beating fast and couldn't settle down. He always felt that something had entered the dormitory, but he couldn't be sure, so he had to close his eyes and wait anxiously to fall asleep.

After a while, everything returned to calm, and Zhang Ling's heartbeat returned to normal. After Zhang Ling let out a sigh of relief, he pulled the quilt up to his neck and said softly, "Okay! Sleep!" But Zhang Ling couldn't fall asleep anyway, because just now The bone-piercing chill directly stimulated himself, making it impossible for him to fall asleep peacefully.

There was a slight sound of people waking up, and then Zhang Ling saw Zhuang Fei on the upper bunk get down to the ground, Zhuang Fei with his eyes closed and his head shrugging, went straight to the door of the dormitory with bare feet and no shoes on.

"Zhuang Fei sleepwalking?" Zhang Ling's first reaction was like this!At this moment, Zhuang Fei, who was walking in his sleep, probably heard the sound and turned back, Zhang Ling felt that Zhuang Fei was obviously walking towards him!

Zhang Ling flashed through Zhang Ling's mind: "Sleepwalkers must not wake up, or they will die! You have to call out slowly until they wake up." Therefore, he didn't want to wake up Zhuang Fei and immediately retracted into the quilt, holding his breath and not moving. Do not move.

Zhang Ling felt that Zhuang Fei, with his eyes closed, bobbing his head back and forth in front of him seemed to be examining himself, observing whether he was aware of his actions.Being stared at by Zhuang Fei with his eyes closed, Zhang Ling always felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable, but an inexplicable fear in his heart made him unable to move.

Zhuang Fei asked: "Who are you? Why are you sleeping here?" Zhang Ling fainted, thinking to himself: "Oh my god! This is my bed. If I don't sleep here, I can still sleep till the end of my life." Where are you going? Zhuang Fei, you won’t sleepwalk and forget about me, right? You are the brother who sleeps on my upper bunk! You and I are best friends!”

I suddenly felt something brushing against my head, and when I was touched by that thing, it was as cold as an ice cube on my body.Zhang Ling hurriedly stretched out his hand, grabbed the object that was flicking around his head, opened his eyes and saw that it was a hand, when he first saw it, he saw it was a hand with bones left, but it was just that With one glance of vision, the rest is a normal hand with flesh and blood.

Seeing Zhuang Fei sitting beside his bed, he stretched out his hands to touch his head, muttering, "What a head! What if it looks like a ripe watermelon?" Wouldn't it be a pity to be smashed to pieces?"

Zhuang Fei, who had his eyes closed, uttered these words, causing Zhang Ling to go into shock, and let go of Zhuang Fei's hand, unable to utter a sound. "Hee hee! Hee hee!" Zhuang Fei smiled sinisterly, repeating: "A good head is smashed to pieces like a ripe watermelon!" The voice was particularly sharp, like two pieces The bowl pieces are the same as grinding together.After a while, there was the sound of Zhuang Fei's leaving footsteps.

At that moment just now, Zhang Ling felt that his heart seemed to stop instantly, but now his heart was beating violently and rapidly, as if it was about to burst out of his chest, a chill penetrated his whole body, and he couldn't stop shaking, feeling So cold, so cold.

The quilt that has been covered for a long time can't keep a trace of warmth for himself, as if he is placed in an ice room.In his mind, Zhuang Fei always sees Zhuang Fei swaying his head with his eyes closed and looking at himself.And why when you open your eyes and see Zhuang Fei's hand, it is a hand with bones?

Zhuang Fei's sentence: "What a beautiful head! Wouldn't it be a pity if it was smashed to pieces like a ripe watermelon?"

It made Zhang Ling even more afraid, "Isn't Zhuang Fei going to treat my head as a watermelon? What if Zhuang Fei sleepwalks next time and touches my head with a knife, saying, 'Is the watermelon ripe? !' If I cut it with a knife, wouldn't it mean that I'm going to be reborn in bliss before I even have time to say my last words?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Ling broke into a cold sweat and couldn't fall asleep.The strange thing is that usually Zhuang Fei doesn't have sleepwalking problems, but why did he sleepwalk tonight? ;