Horror stories personally experienced by horror novelist Zhou Dedong

Chapter 13 Dolls (1)
The Tumul oil production team is far away from the urban area, on a vast meadow.

Fangshan Town, which is the closest to the oil production team, is also 6 miles away.

The oil production team is all young men.All workers who have just entered the oil system, as long as they are men, have to go to the difficult Tumul to warm up and work for a few years before being transferred back to the city.

There are people coming and going there every year, like an army changing defenses.

I only worked there for half a year.

For me, it doesn't matter where I go, I just want to gain some experience.

. . . . . .Three years later, I posted an announcement on the Internet, looking for "comrades" who had worked in the Tumul oil production team.As a result, hundreds of people were called.

We often chat with headsets, talk about the desolate meadow, talk about the red brick houses of the oil production team, and talk about the beautiful youth time.

One of them is Li Zhanwang, who worked in the Tumul oil production team 18 years earlier than me.

When I was chatting with him, I heard him mention a name——Liu Mumei. I felt very strange, because Liu Mumei and I had a dewy relationship.

Under my questioning, he told me a distant old story.

As I listened to it, I felt creepy——because I was so familiar with the story he told, it was my experience!

Life is not a play.

Plays can be designed and changed, but life cannot.So, everyone lives carefully.

Let me give you the simplest example: People in the play die, but they can still stand up after the curtain call.In reality, people die, but they can never be resurrected.

However, three years after I left Tumul, I suddenly discovered a huge secret: the story I experienced in the Tumul oil production team was also experienced by another man.

The same place, the same girl, but the time difference is [-] years.

The plot of the story is almost exactly the same, even the dialogue is the same.

Like the same play, performed twice.And the scariest thing: the girl in his story died [-] years ago.

[-] years ago:

Li Wangwang was riding a motorcycle on the meadow.

He went to Fangshan Town.

At that time, he was still young, and his black hair was as vigorous as the grass on the field.

As I was walking, the back of a girl appeared on the dirt road in front of me. She bent down to pick wild flowers on the side of the road while walking. . . . . .

[-] years later:

I rode a motorcycle to Fangshan Town Post and Telecommunications Office to send manuscripts.

The sky is very blue, with a few snow-white clouds hanging, dazzlingly bright.

On the flat meadow, flowers are in full bloom.

The only sound in the world is the sound of motorcycle engines.

Suddenly, the back of a girl appeared in front of her. She was wearing a red dress and white trousers, very eye-catching on the meadow.

I stepped up the gas and chased after it.

The winding dirt road is very narrow.When I caught up to her, she pulled over and waited for my motorcycle to pass.

I slowed down and stopped beside her.

"Excuse me, how to get to Fangshan?" I asked her.

In fact, I know that this road leads directly to Fangshan Town, and I want to create some stories.

She looked at the wild flowers in her hand and said, "Go straight ahead and you will be there."
Her lips were red and her teeth were white, her eyes trembled like water waves, she was quite pretty.

"Oh, thank you." I said as I twisted the gas pedal on my right hand, pretending to leave but then remembered something: "Hey, where are you going?"
"Fangshan."
"Does your family live there?"
"yes."
"I'll take you away."
She looked at me, then at my motorcycle, and hesitated.

"I'm from the oil production team. It's okay, come up."
She walked over shyly and sat on the back seat of the motorcycle strangely.

I said, "Hold me."
She reached out her hands and hugged me gently.I could feel her boobs full.

The motorcycle ran away.

"What's your name?" I asked her out loud.

"Why did I tell you?" she said aloud too.

"I'll know if you don't tell me."
"What is my name?"
"You see what you said?"
"What did I say?"
"Didn't you say your name was 'what'?"
"You hate it!"
The wind "whirled" in my ears.The bouquet of wild flowers trembled on my chest, and the fragrance was intoxicating.

After many detours, she finally said her name.

Her name is Liu Mumei.

[-] years ago:

In this way, Li Zhanwang and Liu Mumei got acquainted.

Later, every time Liu Mu came to the oil production team several times, he borrowed magazines from Li Zhanwang to read.

She always wears a red dress and white trousers.

[-] years later:

Liu Mumei is plump and has fair skin.The eyes are small, thin, and curved, and she smiles slightly, very sparingly.

She always looks like this.There is never any surprise on her face.

Fangshan Town is quite closed and there are no newspapers or magazines.

Because of my writing, magazines and newspapers are often sent to the oil production team.

These things are very attractive to Liu Mumei. She comes to the oil production team every few days and borrows magazines from me to read.

She always wears red dress and white trousers.

Once, she saw my article in a "Friends" magazine and asked, "Is this Zhou Dedong you?"
I took the magazine, pointed to a name in the article, and asked, "Is this Liu Mumei you?"
She didn't expect that I included her in the article, she was taken aback, and then said embarrassedly: "Liu Mumei may not be me."
"Is there anyone named Liu Mumei?"
She looked out the door and said in a low voice: "I have wanted to tell you for a long time——I saw the name Liu Mumei on a tombstone, and thought it was very unlucky, so I always wanted to change my name. What do you think?" ?"
(End of this chapter)