This is not a weird story

"What have I been doing these past few days? Many websites cannot be opened, and many messages cannot be sent."

"Yes, when I sent the message, it showed 'The network cannot send'."

"what are you sending?"

"Well, I was going to ask you last night if you had ever heard of the legend of a headless woman, but I couldn't send it."

"Why do you ask that?"

"My mother told me yesterday. She said that when she and my grandma were cooking at home, they accidentally told the story of a headless woman when she was a child. Then she saw the headless woman downstairs yesterday."

"What? Real or fake? Although there have been strange rumors everywhere these days, you should not be suspicious. Are you wrong?"

"Uh... probably... probably not. Wait..."

"What did you do? You were so surprised?"

"I seem to see that...that headless woman."

"Ah! Where are you now?"

"At home, the headless... woman was... just downstairs from my house. I saw her from the window."

"how do you know……"

"It was empty above her neck. Oh my God, I could see the broken flesh. The blood was... solidified, and it was still... black! She... she came in, entered the door of my unit downstairs, What should I do...what should I do? I'm at home alone!"

"Don't hang up. I'll report it to the administration. I'll call right away!"

"There's a knock on the door, not a knock, but a knock. She's banging on the door. I... should I hide or jump from the third floor? It's not... not too high here. I should be able to..."

"Don't be impulsive! I'm on the phone, hello, hello, Ghost Story Bureau? I want to report a crime, I..."

"She came in, the headless woman, I...I, by the way, we can't contact you, hang up the phone quickly, you can find someone with more..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone call ended abruptly.

The other party didn't hang up, nor did the friend hang up after listening to the other party's words. It was just disconnected.

In this friend's ears, there is also the sound of the other person's rapid breathing due to fear, the kind of sound that is about to cry, but trying to hold it in with all its strength.

"Can't contact me? Why did he suddenly ask me to hang up the phone?" The friend reacted at this moment.

The next second, his body trembled violently, and he felt a cold aura quickly surround his body. It seemed that the sky around him had darkened a lot, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.

Shivering, he lowered his head and saw a black shadow standing behind him. Due to the light projection, this shadow happened to cover his own shadow.

The goosebumps on his body did not subside, but became more and more numerous. His head was roaring, and uncontrollable fear rushed into his head. He went blank and could only slowly turn around and look behind him.

A headless woman in black is standing behind him. Precisely because she is headless, she can still tell that this person is a woman, because her female characteristics are more obvious, but the broken neck wound is also very obvious, and the fracture is uneven. It was uneven, bloody, and blackened.

"ah--"

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Residents in various urban areas in China have discovered this fact. Many networks became unusable overnight, especially story-related websites, let alone movie and TV series websites.

Even if you send a message such as "I want to tell you something" on your mobile phone, it will be rejected because "the network cannot send it", but sending other messages has no effect at all.

Soon, information about the birth of ghost stories began to spread, saying that they would copy various information and turn it into facts.

Some people don't believe it and choose to try it boldly.

Some people try it without any abnormality happening, but at least half of them fall into the weird stories of their own making.

Over time, they discovered that the ghost story would improve the loopholes in the storyline on its own after being constructed, and even turn these loopholes into horrific and fatal plots.

However, what Yue Long and others were worried about did not happen, because unless the story is long and the plot is very complete, no matter how terrifying, destructive and powerful the story is, it cannot form a real ghost story.

But if it is not formed now, it does not mean that it will not be possible in the future. After all, the original breath of those strange stories is continuously entering the world and cannot be effectively blocked.

When one day quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, strange stories no matter how absurd they may be will be formed.

"Lao Wei, what can you do?" The first time he saw Wei Zhengdong, Yue Long stood up from the office chair, put down his identity, grabbed Wei Zhengdong's hands, and said with sincerity.

Wei Zhengdong was a little flattered. Although he was usually very carefree, now Yue Long was equivalent to the vice president of China.

Although there are other vice presidents who have presided over the work after the president became seriously ill, strange rumors are rampant at present. Only Yue Long can deal with the strange rumors and has management skills. In addition, after the disappearance of the other vice president Gan Ming, these important responsibilities are placed on him. On Yue Long.

"Director, I can't think of the best way. I'm waiting for my son to respond to me." Wei Zhengdong answered honestly.

"Have you ever tried to enter that dark space?" Yue Long asked.

Wei Zhengdong shook his head: "It's useless to go there. If I go in, it will form a bridge between the human world and the world of ghost stories, causing more ghost stories to appear."

After a pause, he said: "But as long as I'm here, Mr. Director, don't worry, this place will never be eroded by the atmosphere of ghost stories."

Not long after he finished speaking, Tang Li walked in quickly from outside Yue Long's office without even knocking on the door.

She first glanced at Wei Zhengdong and Wen Qiong, and said anxiously to Yue Long: "Something's wrong, Director, there was fog filling the street outside five minutes ago, and now the fog has entered our bureau very quickly. , and it seems to have a strong purpose.”

"Which places are covered by fog?" Yue Long asked, turning around and walking to his desk, picking up the phone and dialing a number.

I soon found that the call couldn't be reached, and I took out my mobile phone to make a call, but the same situation happened.

Tang Li put down her mobile phone at this time and said: "It seems that the signal is completely cut off."

Wei Zhengdong and Wen Qiong also looked at their mobile phones. Wei Zhengdong said, "It's impossible. As long as I'm here, it's impossible for these weird rumors to invade us."

Wen Qiong seemed to remember something: "It's not invading us, it's trying to surround us and not let us leave."

"I'll go take a look." Wei Zhengdong immediately prepared to go out.

Wen Qiong grabbed him and said, "Are you out of your mind? It's definitely okay for you to enter the mist, but if you leave, the rest of us may immediately enter the ghost story in the next second and be killed by you!"

Wei Zhengdong said "Oh" and hurried back, standing beside Wen Qiong honestly.

Tang Li had the same idea as Wen Qiong, but seeing Wen Qiong's momentum suppressing Wei Zhengdong, she pursed her lips and said nothing more.

"What's going on with all this mist?" Yue Long asked.

"It should be the kind of fog that enters Kaitan." Tang Li replied: "The original breath of Kaitan is getting stronger and stronger, but I think this time suddenly after Wei Zhengdong and the others entered the management office, these fogs surrounded them. The purpose Sex…seems to be strong.”

"Is there someone controlling this?"

"It's unlikely." Tang Li shook her head, "If it's manipulation, I can't think of anyone who knows our movements better than our clan father, well, that is, Gan Ming."

"You mean, the appearance of these original breaths is related to Gan Ming?" Yue Long was a little confused.

Wei Zhengdong took over and said, "You might have to ask Wei An about this. The message my son sent to others is that Gan Ming tricked them inside. Now that side is also being eroded by the breath of the source, but the problem is not big. , but some mechanism seems to have been activated, so he has to figure it out."

Tang Li pondered: "It means that this guy Gan Ming did something to use the breath of origin to open up our world and seek some benefits for him."

At this time, the fog became shallower because it was closer to Wei Zhengdong, and outside Yue Long's office, it was surrounded by a large amount of fog.

Including the management staff in the office next door, they have all fallen into the strange rumors that have just been formed.

They only heard shouts of surprise, followed by silence.

"Would you like to open the door and go out to take a look?" Wei Zhengdong said, "Just follow me wherever I go. Let's get out of here first."

When he said this, he looked at Wen Qiong and asked the other party if he agreed.

Wen Qiong hesitated for a moment and looked at Yue Long. Yue Long glanced at Tang Li, and Tang Li looked at Wei Zhengdong.

"Okay, it seems like I'm back here again." Wei Zhengdong muttered in his heart, but did not dare to speak out.

Wen Qiong also seemed to notice his embarrassment, stretched out his hand to hold him, and said: "Let's go, no matter what, let's get out of here first."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and the door in front of him instantly dented into the house, cracking a crack, and billowing mist poured in, but he still didn't fully enter the house, and just lingered at the door.

"It seems that even if we don't go out, these guys don't want us to stay here with peace of mind." Tang Li said.

She glanced inside her inventory and found that she could already see it, although the inventory was only translucent, which meant that they might enter the strange story in front of them at any time.

"I hope there will be a result on my son's side as soon as possible!" Wen Qiong said.

"Let's go!" Wei Zhengdong grabbed her hand and said to the others.

He was confident that after he got close, the guy outside the house could only retreat, not daring to face his edge.

boom!

The door in front of me was hit by something again, revealing a larger gap. There was white mist swirling crazily outside, but it lingered near the door panel and did not go deep into the house.

Suddenly, an eye looked in through the crack of the cracked door, and then an extremely aggressive voice sounded.

"Dongdong, why don't you open the door?"

"Holy shit, is it my mother?" Wei Zhengdong looked frightened and turned to look at Wen Qiong.

Wen Qiong looked contemptuous and replied: "Do you think your mother will be outside?"

"That's true. If you count, my mother should be twelve years old this year." Wei Zhengdong nodded seriously. (End of chapter)