Chapter 72
When night fell, Du Jiajun found himself alone at home.
Her home is located in a high-end residential building by the river. The 14th floor. From the window, you can see the calm moonlight on the surface of the river and the reflection of the tall buildings on both sides. The whistle of the ferry was blown away by the wind, bringing a cold and sad feeling to this summer from afar.
In the black sky, a lonely cloud drifts by, and the solitary moon is like a half-dried tear.
In the living room, a 100-inch plasma TV was playing a Hong Kong drama that she had been following. The handsome male lead and beautiful female lead, as well as the joyful and resentful plot, were unable to lift Du Jiajun's spirits. She was worried and her mind was a jumble of thoughts. She thought of Hua Qizhen, and also what Youyou had said to her today.
Is Arin a ghost?!
No way? Du Jiajun didn't disbelieve, she just wasn't willing to believe, and didn't have the courage to admit that in this world there might really be ghosts and supernatural creatures. She had read "Liao Zhai", and "The Ring" had scared her into screaming in the movie theater; domestically and internationally, there were always people who believed in ghosts and spirits.
Something that doesn't exist, how can there be so many people worshipping it?
The more she thought, the more uncomfortable she felt, her head was like being pricked by a novice acupuncturist, painful to the point of explosion. She got up from the sofa and walked to the refrigerator, took out a can of frozen Sprite. The icy carbonated drink rushed down her esophagus into her stomach, soothing the unease and oppression that had been surging at the bottom of her stomach. She felt much more comfortable.
The TV series being played seems to have inserted an advertisement.
When Du Jiajun sat back on the sofa, her body suddenly stiffened.
A 100-inch TV screen unfolded a vast black night in front of her. The camera was shot from an overhead angle, coldly monitoring the desolate midnight road. There were no people or cars on the road, and the pale crosswalk looked like an unhealed wound in the darkness.
The traffic lights on the roadside alternated between red, yellow and green at a fixed frequency, looking particularly lonely.
What kind of advertisement is this? Du Jiajun thought it looked more like a traffic surveillance video on the road.
Half a day without a single person, forever deserted road.
"Boring to the extreme." Du Jiajun cursed and was about to change the channel. Unexpectedly, a familiar figure ran out of the screen. It was Hua Qizhen, she looked back while running to the other side of the road. Her footsteps seemed flustered and disorganized.
Is this the video of that night when Hua Qi Zhen had an accident? Du Jia Jun couldn't figure it out, how could such a video be broadcast on her TV at home? Logically speaking, the TV station shouldn't broadcast something like this. Or was the satellite signal in her neighborhood interfered with? It wasn't unprecedented, once before there were indecent images on the TV, later found to be due to illegal interference of the TV signal...
Du Jiajun, who was staring intently at the screen, suddenly shouted at the person on TV: "Zhen Nü, be careful!"
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the middle of the road, and Hua Qizhen, who had been looking back all along, didn't notice that there was a small yellow figure standing in front of her. She bumped into it and fell heavily to the ground.
Hua Qi Zhen, who had fallen heavily, tried to get up, but when she saw the yellow figure, her eyes widened in terror and her body began to convulse violently. The yellow figure wrapped itself around her feet and then slowly covered her body.
Du Jiajun seemed to be able to hear Hu Qi's extremely mournful wails from the TV.
Du Jiajun was extremely frightened, her good friend was suffering the most terrifying thing right in front of her eyes. But she was powerless, could only stare blankly as that snake-like wet body wrapped Hu Qiuzhen tightly, unable to move at all.
A car flashed by quickly, running over Hua Qi's body. The driver ran back to take a look at the corpse lying on the ground with blood flowing non-stop, and then hastily ran back to the car, driving it away quickly from the scene. Hua Qi's boyfriend was seen in the lower left corner of the screen, turning his back on the terrifying corpse and taking out his phone to call for help.
In the middle of the road, apart from He Qizhen's body, that yellow figure was still there. It actually slowly crawled up from the ground, as if it wanted to turn around and look at the camera.
The screen twisted violently...
Du Jiajun was so scared that she immediately picked up the remote control and pressed the power button.
However, the TV that had just gone out suddenly lit up again. The distorted screen continued to shake violently, and a yellow figure slowly calmed down in the intense shaking, about to reveal its outline. Du Jiajun frantically ran from the sofa to the TV and pulled out the plug.
The TV screen went completely black.
Du Jiajun sat back on the sofa, her limbs numb and feeling powerless throughout her body. In the suffocating atmosphere, she always felt that a pair of green eyes were staring at her in the darkness.
The cold negative air pressure in the room was suffocating her, making her chest ache. Don't follow me Latest chapter Chapter 72 URL: html/7/7810/
