In a university in Qingshan City. "Zhuangfei! Why are you walking so fast?" A tall boy chased a boy named Wang Zhuangfei who was slightly shorter than him. The tall boy's name was Zhang Zhangling.

Isn't it? A very strange name! Zhang Zhangling, but his father Zhang Weidao named his son Zhang Zhangling for a reason. What reason? Of course there will be an explanation at the end of the book. After all, this name is related to the name at the end of the book.

The content has a great connection. Okay! Let’s get back to the topic.

Wang Zhuangfei shook his head and pinched his nose to drive away the sleepy bugs. His eyes were half-opened as if he was about to fall asleep. He steeled himself to answer: "Zhang Ling, I'm fine! I just feel so sleepy! I want to catch up.

Go back and have a good sleep! I’m so sleepy! I’m so sleepy! I really want to lie down and go to sleep right away!”

Zhang Ling was surprised and thought: "It's strange! Zhuang Fei is usually very energetic, but I have never seen him so lack of energy? What happened today?" Seeing that Zhuang Fei was drowsy, he had no choice but to

He sighed and said: "Okay! Let's go!" After returning to the dormitory without saying anything, Zhuang Fei immediately climbed into his bed and went to sleep. After a while, he heard Zhuang Fei snoring.

Zhang Ling and his roommates were all chatting. Suddenly, "Woo~~~Woo~~~" a burst of sobbing suddenly came from his ears, giving people the illusion that it was a woman's voice. Zhang Ling and others started sobbing at the same time.

A shiver came, and cool wind blew in through the cracks of the closed windows again. The sobbing seemed to be coming from the dormitory, not from outside.

Everyone felt scared for a while, but Ah Cheng spoke up first: "I heard that there is a strange place in the school, which is the flower garden of the school. Some people say that people may have died there, and there are unjust ghosts. People who die unjustly want someone to help them.

It makes a blood-curdling sound when redress of injustice, won’t it happen now?”

"Woo~~~Woo~~~~" As soon as Ah Cheng finished speaking, the sobs sounded just now, seeming to be responding to Ah Cheng, and also seemed to be confirming Ah Cheng's guess, and also had a similar "injustice"

~~~Resent~~~~" cried. Ah Cheng couldn't help but chattered his teeth and felt scared.

"Strange place? Someone died? Unjust ghost? Ah Cheng, what's going on? Tell me!" Zhang Ling was not afraid at all, but was very interested in it, so he didn't pay attention to the rumor. But Ah Cheng

But it was different. He was so frightened that his teeth chattered and he said, "Go to sleep! No, don't talk anymore! Ming, everything will be fine tomorrow!" Others also agreed because of fear.

Zhang Ling had no choice but to lie down, but Zhang Ling couldn't fall asleep. After all, Zhang Ling was a very curious person. Of course, Zhang Ling's curiosity was both his strength and weakness. His curiosity was often

It will kill him.

Zhang Ling called out: "Hey! Are you all asleep? If anyone is alive, please speak out!" No one responded to him. Zhang Ling had to sigh and said: "Oh! They are all pigs, why did you shut up?

Are you all asleep? It’s true!”

"Hoo! Hoo!" A strong wind blew, and the gap between the closed windows creaked due to the impact of the strong wind. The strong wind came in through the window, and Zhang Ling, who was originally lying in bed, felt warmth on his back.

Suddenly, I felt waves of chill passing by.

Zhang Ling was secretly shocked: "How could this happen? It's chilling to the core! And this chill is different from ordinary chills. Could it be..." "Is there really a ghost?" This question kept spinning in his mind. Zhang Ling felt his heart beat faster.

, unable to settle down, I always felt that something had entered the dormitory, but I was not sure, so I had to close my eyes and wait uneasily to fall asleep.

After a moment, everything returned to calm, and Zhang Ling's heartbeat returned to normal. After Zhang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, he pulled the quilt to his neck and said softly: "Okay! Go to sleep!" But Zhang Ling couldn't fall asleep because just now

The bone-chilling chill kept irritating me, making it impossible for me to sleep peacefully.

There was a slight sound of someone getting up, and then Zhang Ling saw Zhuang Fei, who was on the upper bunk, descending to the ground. Zhuang Fei, who had his eyes closed and his head pulled up, walked straight to the door of the dormitory without wearing shoes and barefoot.

"Zhuang Fei sleepwalking?" This was Zhang Ling's first reaction! At this moment, Zhuang Fei, who was walking in his sleep, might have heard the sound and turned back. Zhang Ling felt that Zhuang Fei was obviously walking towards him!

Zhang Ling's mind flashed: "A sleepwalker cannot be awakened, otherwise he will die! You have to call him slowly until he wakes up." So he didn't want to wake Zhuang Fei and immediately retracted into the quilt, holding his breath without moving.

Do not move.

Zhang Ling felt that Zhuang Fei, who had his eyes closed, was moving his head back and forth in front of him, as if he was examining himself, observing whether he was aware of his actions. Zhuang Fei, who had his eyes closed tightly, stared at him like this, Zhang Ling

He always felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable, but an inexplicable fear arose in his heart that made him unable to move.

Zhuang Fei asked: "Who are you? Why are you sleeping here?" Zhang Ling fainted and thought to himself: "Oh my god! This is my bed. If I don't sleep here, I can still sleep there."

Where are you going? Zhuang Fei, you won’t sleepwalk and forget about me, right? You are my brother who sleeps on my upper bunk! You and I are the best friends!”

Suddenly, he felt something blowing around his head. When the thing came into contact, it felt like ice cubes freezing on his body. It was as cold as ice. Zhang Ling hurriedly reached out his hand, grabbed it and flicked it on his head.

The thing that came and went to brush away, when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was a hand. When I first opened my eyes, I saw that it was a hand with white bones left, but with just such a glance, what was left was a normal hand of flesh and blood.

.

Seeing Zhuang Fei sitting by his bed, he stretched out his hands to touch his head, and muttered, "What a good head! What if it looks like a ripe watermelon?"

Wouldn't it be a pity to be smashed to pieces?"

Zhuang Fei, who had his eyes closed, said these words and was so frightened that Zhang Ling went into shock. He loosened his grip on Zhuang Fei and was unable to make any sound. "Hee hee! Hee hee!" Zhuang Fei smiled sinisterly.

, repeating: "A good head was smashed to pieces like a ripe watermelon!" The voice was particularly sharp, like two broken bowl pieces grinding together. After a while, there was

The sound of Zhuang Fei's leaving footsteps.

At that moment, Zhang Ling felt that her heart seemed to have stopped. Now it was beating violently and rapidly, as if it was about to burst out of her chest. A chill ran through her whole body, and she was shaking non-stop.

So cold, so cold.

The quilt that I had been covering for a long time could not preserve any trace of warmth for myself, and I seemed to be in an ice room. In my mind, I always had an image of Zhuang Fei closing his eyes and moving his head back and forth to examine himself.

.And why is it that when I see Zhuang Fei's hand, it is a hand with bones?

Zhuang Fei's words: "What a wonderful head! Wouldn't it be a pity if it was smashed to pieces like a ripe watermelon?"

Zhang Ling was even more frightened, "Zhuang Fei won't think of my head as a watermelon, right? What if Zhuang Fei sleepwalks next time and touches my head with a knife and says, 'Is the watermelon ripe?'"

!’ If I cut it with a knife, wouldn’t it mean that I would die immediately and die in bliss before I could even say my last words?”
Chapter completed!