Chapter 4 Legend

Chapter 4 LegendEvery school, regardless of its age, will have more or less incredible things circulating. Maybe they don't stick to ghosts, and some of them are common stories in all universities.

Of course, the school I attended also had a lot of weird stories. Originally, when I started to organize my experience of encountering ghosts, I wanted to use real names of people and places, because it would increase the degree of authenticity. But finally gave up. After all, although I am indifferent and selfish, I don't know what is good or bad. I don't want to cause too much trouble to the people and organizations involved. So I used a pseudonym in the details, and it will be the same in the future.

I live in the same bedroom as the duck. It's a little bit faster, don't let the three roommates still play cards, they didn't care much when we walked in. After a while, the duck got thirsty. He got out of bed and took a water bottle to pour water, only to find that there was no drop of water inside. He couldn't help but shouted angrily: "How come there is no drop of water! Which bastard is on duty today? , It hurts people."

"Isn't it you!"

One of them replied, and the others laughed.

"Shit, what a damn bad luck!"

The duck blushed and hurriedly said: "Then... where's the water bottle next to it! Is there any water?"

"Isn't that the water bottle you brought, you don't even recognize it?"

There was a burst of laughter again. Everyone knows that the water bottle has not been used for nearly three months. "Damn it!"

The duck wanted to retract his outstretched hand angrily. At this moment, the water bottle that had not been filled with a drop of water in three months exploded with a bang for no reason.

"What are you doing! If you can't drink water, you don't have to throw the water bottle to vent!"

The three people had expressions of disgust that were disturbed by serious matters.

"I... I haven't touched it at all!"

The duck cried out injustice. I was right beside him, so it was clear that his hand was at least 5 cm away from the water bottle. But why does it explode? I really can't find any reason that can explain it.

"Then you mean the water bottle broke itself!"

One of them glanced at him disdainfully: "Duck, it's not that I said you. Although you are used to telling lies, we are not incomprehensible about the spirit of being willing to carry forward. But you should not take this set of yours to the bedroom. Come here. Look, just our buddies, you also occasionally tell the truth." Sᴇaʀch* Thᴇ ɴ0velFɪre.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

"But it did explode on its own!"

The duck said angrily. It seems that liars also hate being wronged by others. Suddenly, someone said: "Listen! The baby's crying stopped."

Everyone listened carefully, and indeed, there was only the north wind raging outside the window now, and the cry of infants who had no idea when they disappeared without a trace. The man smiled mysteriously and said: "Remember that legend, right?"

legend? correct! There is indeed a legend that is most unbearable among all the school calendars that are more than 70 years old... a legend about a baby and his mother. When I entered school, I heard a senior lecture.

It is said that more than ten years ago, a female middle school student named Li Ping was raped by the principal's son. After the incident, she warned her not to speak out, otherwise her whole family would not have a good life. The female student was naturally ashamed to speak out, but she was pregnant because of it... Her belly grew bigger and her heart became more anxious. Finally, she stupidly went to the principal's son. Of course the guy didn't want to take responsibility for this one-night stand. So she was forced to knock off the fetus and buried the baby's body under a camphor tree beside the ancient pavilion in the school.

But after that day, the girl also disappeared. Some people said she could not stand the blow and committed suicide. The principal's son was investigated for the girl's disappearance, and finally revealed all the circumstances. He was sentenced to 3 years in prison.

But the girl has not been found yet. From then on, the camphor forest next to the pavilion always made occasional sounds like babies crying when the night was dark and the wind was high. But this legend will be passed down not because of this background story, but because of what happened 5 years ago.

Late that night, the baby's crying sounded again. Because it was Saturday, many people who lived on campus went home, and there was only one second-year boy in the dormitory. The boy felt scared when he heard the cry at first, and he wanted to drink a glass of water to be shocked. But I didn't expect that the cup broke with a ‘bang’ before my hand touched it.

Hey... the boy disappeared the next day... but perhaps because of this, the baby's crying never appeared again. Until tonight!

The man laughed and said, "Duck, that guy just broke the water cup and disappeared. But you broke the water bottle, which is several times bigger than the tea cup. Ha, I really don't know what you will die like!"

This joke scared the duck, and he looked at me with a guilty conscience: "Xiao Ye...you kid...you...you...you hurt me miserably!"

I smiled and said, "If I don't insert that sentence, you still have to be taken away by them. And if you are really scared, it's very simple. If you don't go, you can do it!"

"How is this possible! Do I still want to mix in this school?"

"What do you want?"

"Why don't you accompany me?"

He asked tentatively. I laughed loudly and asked, "Do you think this is possible?"

His dead face changed even more without a trace of blood. He just murmured: "You should pay a little bit of responsibility for whatever you want!"

I angrily said: "You shouldn't always push the responsibility on others. It's all because of you being too talkative!"

"Night……"

He was still screaming unwillingly. I simply pulled the quilt over my head and ignored him, but just peeped at him under the quilt. He was desperate.

Unexpectedly, that was the last time I saw him. I learned three days later that the ducks disappeared on the night they agreed to go on an adventure...

So in the following ten days, people from the police station came to talk to the four of us. I was unwise to tell them about this legend and the strange thing that happened the night before. In the end, only the few ‘police uncles’ laughed, and one almost burst into tears. But I really don't know what's worth laughing about. Oh, maybe it's because the NPC has lost imagination and the ability to embrace new things.

"Are you wanting us to believe that the baby took Wang Wei away? Haha, kid, your imagination is too rich."

They smiled and shook their heads. It can be seen that if I were not the son of a wealthy businessman, they would definitely recommend taking me to a psychiatric specialist and all places related to mental illness to check if there is a problem with my brain.

According to my clues, the three police officers found the little ghosts in the first grade. At first they only admitted that they did have such an agreement with the ducks, but the ducks released their pigeons. But under the inducement of gentleness and not gentleness, someone finally told the truth.

What happened that night was indeed a bit weird.