I noticed that Lan Yan unconsciously turned the barbecue stand a little slower. It seemed that he really didn't expect that we would actually tell the story.
However, Lan Yan took the initiative to ask us about this story, which shows that at least we have aroused his interest.
Chujiu pretended to be thoughtful and frowned, saying that even thinking about it made me feel panicked, so let me tell you, Lan Yan subconsciously looked at me.
"Brother Feng, tell me a story. I love horror stories the most. They are very exciting."
I rolled my eyes at Chujiu speechlessly. Chujiu was indeed a drama queen. His reaction speed and expression gave me the illusion that it was really like what happened in our dormitory.
"Since you want to listen, let me tell you. This is what happened to our friends in the dormitory. After you hear it, don't talk nonsense outside."
I could only cooperate with Chujiu and nodded, pretending to remind Lan Yan to just listen to it and not let anyone else know, because this matter is confidential.
Lan Yan nodded and answered us. He would definitely not talk nonsense. Besides, he rarely went down the mountain and met few people.
When Chujiu saw Lan Yan, he began to believe that this was a true story, with a bad smile on his face. I could only recall the stories I heard on the radio, and started to make them up and make them up.
"Zhiyong is the tallest, most handsome, and richest student in our class. The key is that his academic performance is the best in the class. This is due to his self-study in the classroom until late at night every night before returning to the dormitory."
As soon as I said this, I almost laughed when I saw the uncontrollable smile on Chujiu's face. This beginning is probably what Zhiyong looked like in his dream.
"Brother Feng, please ignore Chujiu and continue talking. I am going to college in two years. I just want to get acquainted with college life. I will work hard in the future."
When Lan Yan saw me pause, he thought it was Chujiu who had interrupted my train of thought and urged me to continue.
Zhiyong would leave the classroom on time at 11:45 pm every day, so that he would return to the dormitory at exactly 12 o'clock.
Our classroom is on the far left on the fifth floor, and the stairs are on the far right. This means that Zhiyong has to pass the entire floor when he comes back every day.
About a month after school started, Zhiyong returned to the dormitory one night and told us that he had found a female classmate who was even better than him.
This female classmate is in the classroom next door to ours, and she also studies alone at night. Zhiyong leaves the classroom for several days in a row, and when passing by their classroom, he will still see the female classmate immersed in homework.
Many days later, this female classmate also discovered Zhiyong who was also working hard. Every night when Zhiyong passed by their classroom, she would raise her head and smile at Zhiyong.
The intersection between the two people was just like this. Neither one took a step forward and spoke to the other.
This state lasted for a semester, until just before the winter vacation, a murder occurred in the school.
We learned about the murder when another classmate in the dormitory came back from class and told us. Because except for this classmate, everyone else was absent from class and sleeping in the dormitory.
The classmate told us that during self-study in the morning, a classmate saw a boy lying on the ground in the corridor of our floor.
The classmates who were doing self-study in the morning also joked that one of the seniors must have been drunk and wanted to sleep in the classroom. He could go to class immediately after waking up, but he passed out drunk when he walked to the corridor.
The students who were studying in self-study early did not think much and squatted down to wake up the drunk male classmate.
Who would have thought that after patting the male classmate’s arm for a long time, the drunken boy did not respond. The classmate had no choice but to help the drunken male classmate up.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he helped the drunken boy up, the other two classmates next to him screamed. The drunken boy's face was as white as paper, his body was stiff, and there were several black holes as thick as fingers on his chest. In addition to some blood stains on his clothes,
, and no other blood stains were left on the ground.
The school teacher asked the students to move to a large classroom for class, leaving a few bolder male students to guard the scene.
It didn't take long for the police to arrive. After seeing the boy's body, several police officers frowned and discussed the case in a low voice for a while, then carried the boy downstairs and transported him to the police station.
"Did you know that the boy was killed by someone inserting his fingers into his chest?"
Our roommate who was going to class told us this, but after what he said, none of us believed it. The human chest is so hard that it is impossible to poke it in with a finger. Isn’t this too ridiculous?
In order to convince us, the classmate told us that he was one of the few people left by the teacher to guard the scene. As for the murder with fingers, he heard it from several policemen with his own ears.
"Let me tell you one more thing. The murderer had six fingers. I saw with my own eyes six small holes in the deceased's chest."
After my roommate finished talking, several of us felt our scalps were numb and uncomfortable, so we simply stopped discussing the matter.
For the next week, the police showed up at the school every day to investigate for clues. They checked all the suspicious students, but without any results, the murder was temporarily classified as a mystery.
Half a month later, the school faced the final exam, and everyone in the classroom had to return to normal schedules. More students began to sprint for the final. Similarly, more and more students stayed in the classroom to study after late self-study.
Zhiyong returned to the state of studying until late at night every day.
Things took a turn for the better when Zhiyong came back one night and told us that he had met the female classmate who worked harder than him again. Zhiyong told us that he seemed to have fallen in love with that girl.
The classmates in the dormitory booed for a long time, saying that they wanted to go to class the next day to see what kind of girls could make men fascinated.
After a lot of hard work and inducements, Zhiyong finally agreed to tell everyone which girl it was when they went to class the next day.
The next morning, everyone in the dormitory got up early, and no one was absent from class that day.
Everyone went to the school cafeteria to have breakfast together. This must be the first time everyone in the dormitory gathered in the cafeteria after the military training. Everyone was joking. This should be attributed to Zhiyong's future girlfriend.
In the end, Zhiyong blushed so much that he began to regret telling his roommate about it. When his roommate teased him so much that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into the ground, everyone finally arrived at the door of the classroom next door.
"Zhiyong, please point out to us which school girl it is?"
The roommates once again made noises and threats, claiming that if Zhiyong did not cooperate, the whole class would know that Zhiyong was having sex.
Helpless, Zhiyong could only stand at the classroom window of the next class and look into the classroom through the glass.
After a long time, Zhiyong frowned more and more, and finally told everyone in confusion that he didn't see it. Maybe he studied too late yesterday and asked for leave today.