Cooking in the Monster Shelter

Qin Huai Shu once heard a story.

A female office worker came home late at night and noticed that someone was following her all the time. She was really scared in her heart, so she hurried away from the person and hid in the last compartment of the public toilet not far away.

After a while, there was a clattering, rhythmic footstep from the entrance, followed by the creak of the compartment door being opened.

Her heart was beating like thunder, and she covered her mouth and dared not make a sound.

The footsteps are getting closer and louder, like a urging spell in the silent night. The door was opened one after another, and finally stopped at the penultimate compartment.

The person didn't try to open the last room she was in, but he didn't make the sound of leaving. Surrounded by mysterious silence, even the air stagnated.

As if aware of something, she tremblingly raised her gaze—

The man stood on the partition with his grinning head, not knowing how long he quietly looked at her.

This is definitely the psychological shadow of his childhood, and it has directly led to Qin Huaishu's habit of suffocating his life rather than going to the public toilet when he was a child, and now...

Why did his partner reproduce the nightmare? Hey! This is really scary, okay!

The scream tore the silence of the night to pieces. Lin Yu illuminates the girl's bloodless face in the compartment with a flashlight, and her clear, low voice sounded smoothly: "Why are you hiding here? Don't you? I'm afraid, I will come right away."

This is definitely the villain's lines! And this action is exactly the same as the scum principal in "Melting ○"! Didn't you hear that the little girl was scared and screamed? Stop it, badass!

Qin Huai Shu was trembling, and the big tail behind him was like a dandelion trembling in the wind, fluffy and soft. Before he could speak, he raised his eyes and saw that Lin Hao's expression on the clapboard was slightly stiff, showing a look of disappointment.

"Strange, she disappeared." She jumped off the lid with regret and walked out of the cubicle. "I wanted to enlighten and enlighten the girl so that she would not linger on the campus."

Are you enlightening people's tone and practice! Obviously it seems as if he will carry the knife in the next second! The director of menopause is more kind than you, okay! We are not playing "School ○ Place"!

Qin Huaishu was in a cold sweat, stepped back subconsciously away from her, and listened to Lin Yan in a calm tone to continue to say: "This scene should be considered as the end of exploration, let's continue with the next one. Then let me see... the next strange story is' Bloody hands crawling in the classroom'."

According to rumors, a male student cut off his hand in the classroom late at night because he could not stand the bullying of his classmates, and died due to excessive blood loss.

The police searched the entire campus until the end did not find where the severed hand was, and every night, it would quietly appear in the classroom where the boys committed suicide, crawling slowly and bloodstained. Once someone finds it, they will be brutally tortured to death.

"The palms crawling like a tortoise...it feels a little black comedy no matter what you think." Lin Had ate a peppermint candy that she carried with her, and then handed it to Qin Huai a book. "If you are scared, you can try to put some grounding The tune of qi is very effective for strengthening courage."

As a good school talk, it will definitely be sad to be compared to a tortoise with black humor! Give it a little dignity, OK!

But playing music is indeed a good way. In fear, Qin Huaishu has completely abandoned the so-called "male dignity", immediately took out his mobile phone, and clicked on a middle-aged and elderly festive playlist.

With the buff bonus in "Good Luck", he plucked up the courage to go to the classroom where the boy was rumored to have died. Concubine Lin walked in front of him, through the window, she saw the palm of her hand standing on the desk at a glance.

The moonlight finally penetrated the clouds and sprinkled a few strands of veil as thin as a cicada's wings. The palms are bathed in moonlight, and I use my index finger and **** to make a standing posture, then cross my fingers, move a distance in parallel with small steps, stand on tiptoe and start turning in circles.

The hazy white light made it paler and paler, and the blood stains on it were dazzlingly red, like a rose in full bloom at night.

Qin Huai's book was dumbfounded, and Lin Yan beside him also whispered with a smile, "Isn't this hand dancing ballet?"

Jump, ballet, lei.

As a **** hand, this guy secretly dances ballet in the moonlight.

Do you still need face?

He hates iron but steel, and is filled with righteous indignation for this group of unskilled campus talks. Suddenly, a loud and loud soprano blasts into his ears. It turns out that the previous accompaniment is finished, and the song reaches the chorus.

This voice was extremely abrupt, and Qin Huai Shu was distracted by the palm of his hand at this time, and he was immediately frightened with another tail, and even his right hand became a fox paw.

Lin Yan quietly glanced at the snow-white fluff and the soft pink mat on his hand, couldn't help but chuckle, and stiffly moved his eyes away: "Look at that palm."

Qin Huaishu was too embarrassed to raise his head, and when he raised his eyes awkwardly, he was stunned by the scene in the classroom.

As if driven by the music, the palm of the hand stopped the elegant and dexterous ballet, and instead stepped on a large cross dance step stuck to the rhythm.

This thing is actually twisting Yangko! Too decathlon! It's a hand, is it possible to want to be the king of dance! This is too cross-species!

Lin Hao was so amused that she couldn't stop smiling, and effortlessly pushed open the unlocked glass window. At the same time, she finally dullly noticed the existence of others with her palm, and stopped dancing in a daze.

The next thing was between the electric light and flint, and it was almost too late for Qin Huaishu to tell what had happened.

The **** hand was like a big enemy, his whole body tightened into a pale straight line, and he rushed towards Lin Jia at an incredible speed. The sharp and slender nails were like five sharp daggers, all approaching her.

It was also in an instant, Lin Yan raised her hand and held it the moment her fingertips were about to touch her.

Then he twisted hard, and Qin Huai Shu clearly heard a cracking sound of broken bones.

"This hand is not a brain wave, it is an entity." She raised her eyebrows and smiled with some surprises in her eyes. Creatures have bonuses."

She secretly increased her strength and squeezed the **** hand tighter. The latter was pinched by this fierce force, and her knuckles flicked weakly.

Struggling ugly like a suffocating fish!

Qin Huai Shu looked at his twitching palm, and then at his self-assured partner, and suddenly a very serious question arose: Who is the villain in the end?

"The meat is delicious, white and tender. Although it smells a bit fishy, ​​just wash it."

Lin Yu held it with one hand and took out the tape from the bag with the other. The palm of her hand decided to remain motionless when she heard these words, and she slumped down and pretended to be dead, and then listened to her continue to say: "I said the fish that I just bought at home, what are you afraid of?"

The blood hand still pretended to be dead.

She wrapped the entire palm of her hand with tape and threw it into her backpack. Compared with the previous enthusiasm, she was a little bit more enthusiastic: "Let’s go on! Maybe we can meet more physical anomalies. The bonus will be five to five points. I won't treat you badly."

These strange talks seemed to him to be the challenge of a lifetime of nine deaths, but for Lin Lin, they turned into piles of heavy banknotes.

Qin Huai Shu: Okay, what you said is correct.

The third destination is the studio in the teaching building.

I heard that there was a portrait of a woman with immature brushstrokes hanging in the center of the studio. In the dead of night, if someone stared at the portrait for ten seconds, the woman would crawl out and drag it into the painting.

The strangest thing is that the school destroyed or removed the painting many times, but in any case, it will return to its original position the next day.

This is a weird and somewhat horrible story. The sense of horror became stronger when Qin Huaishu saw the painting, as if the sudden high tide flooded the senses and blocked the thinking, only knowing that there was a chill in the back.

The style of the portrait is rough and almost frantic, and the whole painting uses gloomy dark tones. All kinds of colors are mixed together in an unruly manner, and the suppressed atmosphere is like a thick black mist, completely pressing on the woman in the center of the picture.

She is very beautiful, with long hair shawl, skin like fat, a pair of hooked apricot eyes half-dangling, but unfocused eyes are extremely dim, reminiscent of the lifeless black marsh water.

"The information says that this woman is the painter's wife. After she died of illness, the painter who lost her beloved wife had a mental disorder, and painted this work according to her death." Qin Huaishu deliberately ignored the woman's eyes. That's why her eyes are not lustrous."

"Such stories can be thought of by elementary school students."

Lin Ma walked lightly in the old disco dance, and found a box of paint and a pen from the drawer.

Qin Huai's book is unknown so: "What are you going to do?"

"Verify some conjectures."

She walked to the portrait thoughtfully, dipped the paint with a brush rudely, and then directly applied the paint to the woman's face. Lin Hao's style is relaxed and cute, and the original and weird style of painting instantly turns into kindergarten-level graffiti.

"Anyway, this painting will be restored the next day. It doesn't matter if you spoof it?" She said, taking a step back, removing another portrait next to it, and holding it at a distance of 20 centimeters from the woman, "Testimony The time for miracles is here!"

...How do you have an ominous premonition.

It was not for Lin Yu, but the woman in the picture who had never met before.

Qin Huaishu stared nervously at the unrecognizable portrait and counted the beats secretly. When the count reached ten, there was indeed a pale and slender hand crawling out of the picture frame.

As far as her eyes were, the thin knuckles were as thin as white bones. The woman moved quickly but stiffly. The knuckles of her hand rotated at an extremely twisted angle, making a terrifying click.

Seeing her arms stretched out and getting closer and closer to Concubine Lin, she stood motionless, watching it with interest, and the corners of her mouth quietly twitched.

When he touched another portrait in Lin Hao's hand, his fingertips were instantly sucked into the portrait, followed by the joints, wrists and arms.

The woman's head has not come out yet, and she doesn't know what happened at this time. When she finally reveals the true face of Lushan from the portrait...

Why is her arm sucked into another painting? Hey!

A trace of anger flashed in the black eyes, and the woman raised her eyes angrily and glared at Lin Yu, and then viciously wanted to withdraw her hand.

However, nothing seemed to happen.

Her face was distorted with anger, and she tried to pull again.

Still useless.

Her physique can penetrate the body as soon as she touches the painting, but this ability has a very unstable point, that is, the first time she enters the painting, it is likely to appear stuck, which is similar to being unaccustomed to water and soil.

Gan.

"Ah, can't you get it back?"

Concubine Lin was stunned for a moment, and pulled the portrait in her hand forcefully. As a result, the opponent's hand was not retracted, and her whole body was pulled out.

According to Qin Huai's book, the scene at that time was very embarrassing.

The long-haired woman was dragged out of the portrait like a hairtail, and fell to the ground in embarrassment. Because his hands were imprisoned, he couldn't get up from the ground for a while, and he could only struggle to move his body meaninglessly.

The worst part is that all the graffiti on Lin Hao's portrait actually landed on her face, and she fulfilled it with due diligence.

The long horoscope and horoscope eyebrows dragged to the ground, making her a vivid "囧" character. The nose is a big red ball of the same style as a clown, which is different with the swirling blush on her cheeks. lovely.

The most eye-catching thing is the black hair with a bunch of red hair in the shape of a killer rocket.

The flaming hair fluttered in the wind and stood upright stubbornly, accompanied by the woman's attempts to bounce up but repeatedly failed posture, which can be described as full of inspiration.

The mobile music player is still working tirelessly, and a loud male voice resounds throughout the studio: "Kill Matt, kill Matt, wash, cut, cut, and blow."

A tear dripped slowly from the woman's right eye.

Lin Yan said with a weak voice, "I'm sorry."

The other party cried out: "If I'm sorry, it's useful, what do you want the police to do!"

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