Late at night, the moonlight is as cool as water. On the dormitory window, darkness and moonlight intertwined, casting a strange shadow on the ground.

When the night reaches a certain level, it is always strangely silent. The same quiet bedroom, suddenly came in a strange figure, the figure skipping forward. Strangely, it didn't make a sound.

The figure looked around the bedroom, seemed to lock the target, jumped into a bed in a strange posture, and then stared at the people on the bed for three minutes.

The man in the bed is fast asleep. He never knows that he is being stared at by such things. The figure suddenly moved again. It quickly took out a small red balloon and blew it up quickly. Then, the little red balloon is tied to the finger of the person on the bed.

After all this, the figure skipped away, and the little red balloon floated on the fingers of people on the bed until the next morning. ...

The same scene happens in Huang Xiaocheng almost every year. He is used to it, but he is not used to the fear it brings. Therefore, when this kind of thing happened again, Huang Xiaocheng couldn't stand it any longer, and he decided to solve it completely.

The next morning, Huang Xiaocheng woke up from a dream and subconsciously looked at his finger. Sure enough, a small balloon was tied to it. He took a deep breath, made sure his roommates didn't notice, and squeezed the balloon quickly.

Bang, the air is full of rotten smell. Huang Xiaocheng got up and left school. He decided to find a reliable person to help him solve the problem.

Huang Xiaocheng is my best friend, and the person he is looking for is me.

"You mean, every night of your birthday, there will be a small balloon tied to your finger by a ghost?"

We met in a secluded place outside the school. After hearing Huang Xiaocheng's story, I asked in surprise.

Huang Xiaocheng nodded: "Yes, it started many years ago. As you know, I have a brother. When I was very young, every birthday, my brother would secretly send me a balloon while I was asleep. This habit has never changed. However, one day, my brother died unexpectedly ... "

Huang Xiaocheng's brother Huang Xiaofeng died many years ago. However, for some reason, Huang Xiaofeng's habit of tying balloons to Huang Xiaocheng's hands did not end with Huang Xiaofeng's death. In fact, even though Huang Xiaofeng is dead, his ghost has been doing it.

For Huang Xiaocheng, from the moment Huang Xiaofeng died, this habit changed from warmth to fear.

"I know what's going on." I patted Huang Xiaocheng on the shoulder to comfort. What can I do for you?

Huang Xiaocheng hesitated, as if he had made up his mind, and said in a low voice, "Over the years, I've been looking for a way to be psychic. I want to have a good talk with my brother's ghost so that it won't bother me again. Recently, an effective method was found, but it needs two people to do it at the same time. Will you help me? "

Psychic this kind of thing, itself is very fantastic, it is said that if there is a mistake in the middle, it is likely to affect the lives of participants. I hesitated for a long time. When I looked up and saw Huang Xiao's begging eyes, my heart softened and I agreed.

"What is the method?"

"First of all, we need to find a body ..."

(2) Psychological enlightenment

I know what Huang Xiao has become, and he proposed channeling at this time. You need a corpse to complete the channeling. Finding a body is not easy. However, just yesterday, a classmate named Tang Bo in our school had a car accident and is now lying in the hospital.

It is said that the operation failed and Tang Bo will die soon.

Huang Xiaocheng's plan is this: We will stay in the hospital tonight. Once Tang Bo's body is pushed from the ward to the morgue, we will start stealing Tang Bo's body as soon as possible. After all, no one expected that someone would steal the body.

"The living can't psychic? Do you have to use a corpse? " After listening to Huang Xiaocheng's plan, I got a cold war.

"Psychic, I will bring my brother's soul, and then, my soul will talk with it into the body, and the body is just a place to meet. If I use the body of a living person, then the soul that returns to my body after channeling is probably the soul of this living person, so I must use the body. "

It seems that tonight's action is inevitable. I sighed and stopped talking.

Night arrival. Huang Xiao and I went to the hospital, lurking not far from Tang Bo ward, waiting for Tang Bo's body to be pushed out.

But Tang Bo's vitality is obviously stronger than we thought, until the dead of night, when there was a sudden movement in Tang Bo's ward. I saw the door suddenly pushed open, and a man in a white coat came out pushing the bed with his hand. Tang Bo motionless, covered with a piece of white cloth.

Tang Bo really turned into a corpse. Huang Xiao and I looked at each other nervously, waiting for Tang Bo's body to be pushed into the morgue.

At this time, the white-coated man's cell phone suddenly rang. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and walked into an empty room next to him. There seems to be something urgent.

Huang Xiao and I rushed over and pushed the bed to the elevator.

Everything went smoothly: when we got into the elevator, we took out the clothes we had prepared, put them on Tang Bo, arranged Tang Bo and left the hospital smoothly. Now, Tang Bo is like a drunk, and no one can see that he is actually a dead man.

Before doing this, we rented an old house where Huang Xiaocheng was a psychic.

After Tang Bo's body was moved into the old house, Huang Xiao and I took a break and began to decorate the psychic ceremony. Half an hour later, Huang Xiaocheng and Tang Bo sat side by side at a table surrounded by many white candles. Huang Xiaocheng took a deep breath and muttered, took out a bottle of black liquid and fed it into Tang Bo's mouth.

"After channeling, you feed this bottle of white things into our mouths," said Huang Xiaocheng, handing me a bottle of white liquid and then drinking the bottle of black liquid.

I stared nervously at everyone in front of me. Now, Huang Xiaocheng is more like a corpse.

Suddenly, Tang Bo suddenly opened his eyes absently. He picked up two pens on the desk with both hands, and then wrote on the paper in front of him.

I looked at Tang Bo nervously, only to see him write on a piece of paper for a while, and finally nothing happened. I quickly fed the white liquid to Huang Xiaocheng's mouth. After a while, Huang Xiaocheng gasped and opened his eyes. Then, his face turned pale and his body trembled slightly.

What is written on the paper is a conversation between Huang Xiaocheng and his brother. What did his brother say that scared him so much? I picked up the paper curiously, and then my eyes widened.

Soul fear, terror, rotting corpse