"The better a girl performs, the more jealous others will be of her. In fact, even if she does nothing, people around her will isolate her."
"Sometimes God is too partial, which is not necessarily a good thing. After all, there are still devils hiding around us."
"One of the other five girls in the dance studio is in love, and the story behind it is a very cliche one."
"She wrote a love letter and wanted to express her love. Unfortunately, the boy didn't like her at all. He just wanted to get more information about the other girl when he approached her."
"After learning everything, her shame, anger and jealousy prompted her to make a crazy decision."
"She found the employees at the Equipment Management Office, and they discussed everything and decided to destroy the girl together."
"It was approaching the provincial dance competition, and the six girls would go to the dance studio to train every afternoon. It was summer vacation, and there were no people in the school."
"Several other female students pretended to ease their relationship with the girl. The girl was kind-hearted and worked very hard to integrate into their circle."
"She took on a lot of chores on her own and even made candies with her own hands to give to her 'friends'."
"But what she didn't expect was that it was just a trap."
"It's her 'friend' who wants to push her into the abyss."
Number 2's story continues. Upon hearing this, Chen Ge's fingers clenched.
Got you!
The murderer told everyone present the crime he had committed as a story, but there was no trace of remorse in his words.
"Zhang Ya..." Chen Ge called silently in her heart. The story of No. 2 made her have an indescribable emotion towards this girl. She must be feeling distressed.
The color of the shadow changed slightly, but Zhang Ya did not appear.
Maybe it was because she had eaten too many ghosts in the third ward and she was digesting them.
Feeling something in his heart, Rookie No. 2 glanced at where Chen Ge was.
"The girl called out to her 'friends' for help. Not only did her 'friends' not come forward to help her, one of them took out a love letter from her backpack. It was written by her favorite boy, but unfortunately it was not written for her.
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"Then the desperate girl looked at the window behind her. She fell from the fourth floor and her blood flowed all over the floor. But she was still alive at that time."
"She couldn't make a sound, her eyes were open, and she kept staring at the 'friends' who left her."
"The white dance dress was dyed blood red. No one knew the specific time of her death. Her body was not discovered until the next day."
With every word spoken by No. 2, the blood in Chen Ge's shadow became thicker. After swallowing most of the bodies of the two slender monsters and the dean in red, Zhang Ya seemed to be undergoing some kind of change.
Chen Ge had no way to wake Zhang Ya up. Zhang Ya helped him three times in total, and she took the initiative every time.
"Except for the fall, there were no other injuries on the girl's body. In addition, those local ducks had colluded in advance. This incident was ultimately classified as suicide."
Number 2 could remain calm at first, but as he spoke, his breathing began to become rapid, and he would always look at where Chen Ge was unnaturally.
He seemed to have noticed something, so he speeded up his speech and hurriedly told the final fate of the five girls.
They always receive unknown bloody love letters at night. The girl who receives the love letter will have an accident within a week due to various reasons. What's more coincidental is that the body ends up sitting on a chair.
"It sounds like a curse game, but that's the truth. I suspect that the girl who fell from the building turned into a ghost and has been lingering in the dance room."
Number 2 took a step back: "I'm done telling my story."
"The plot is good, but your narration is terrible. In the future, you can ask others for advice on how to tell a story well." The man on the right side of the dining table yawned and looked to the other side of the dining table: "What do you think?"
"At least it aroused my interest, unlike the newcomer last week." The man sitting first on the left tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes filled with a coldness.
The man on the right smiled and said casually: "Since he has passed, let No. 3 start."
"Wait a minute." The man on the left spoke again. He slowly moved his eyes away from No. 2 and looked at Chen Ge: "No. 2, No. 4, have you two known each other before?"
Chen Ge didn't expect that the other party would be so keen. Zhang Ya never responded to him. At this time, he could only think of ways to delay time.
"I don't know." No. 2 spoke first. He didn't expect that his little move would be noticed by the man at the table.
"Since you don't know him, why do you always look at him intentionally or unintentionally when telling stories?" After the man finished speaking, everyone on both sides of the dinner table looked at No. 2 and Chen Ge.
His gazes were like sharp knives, exuding a dangerous aura.
The situation in the room suddenly became tense. Chen Ge kept calling Zhang Ya's name in his heart, but unfortunately he never got a response, but the bloodshot streaks in the shadow became clearer and clearer.
In comparison, No. 2 may be more calm: "He made me feel very uncomfortable, and there was a faint voice in my mind telling me that this person is very dangerous."
"Dangerous?" The eyes of everyone in the room were all focused on Chen Ge: "A dangerous newcomer?"
"Is it because of his mask?" The man who said he liked Chen Ge's mask spoke again. He held his chin as if admiring the workmanship of the human skin mask: "It's really a beautiful work of art. One day, it will
It will be mine."
This man could be regarded as helping Chen Ge out of trouble. The man sitting first on the left side of the dining table did not ask any more questions. He waved his hand: "No. 3, let me hear your story."
Among the four newcomers, only No. 3 is a woman, and her height and build are very average.
"My surname is Zhong, and I work in a chemical factory." The woman stroked her homemade mask on her face, and the first words she said made everyone frown.
"Ms. Zhong, for your own safety, please do not leak information casually." The man on the right reminded, but the woman did not care.
"The story I want to tell is related to my wife." The woman's voice is very pleasant, as light as a bird's song, which makes people feel comfortable.
"She is four years younger than me and is a late-night radio anchor."
"The period she is responsible for is from midnight to two in the morning, so she comes home very late every time."
"When we first got married, I would wait until she came back to sleep together because I had to go to work the next day, and over time I couldn't hold it any longer."
"I will prepare dinner for two people, leave a note for her, and ask her to come back in the evening and heat up the meal for herself."
"It was okay at first, but from one day onwards, my wife never touched the food on the table again."
"When I woke up in the morning, the food was still the same, but the kitchen utensils and pots had been used."
"My wife seemed to be stewing something alone in the kitchen at night."