Cooking in the Monster Shelter

Chapter 74 Night of Urban Legends (2)

“This is the urban legend you wrote, the president of the association who loves you so much?”

The man with spectacles had a complicated expression, and he held the spectacles with his trembling index finger: “This, isn’t this a nonsense!”

Lin Yu leaned back in her chair and smiled: “This is the urban legend I wrote. Ordinary stories can’t give people a sense of freshness, so I simply used the Ghost Story Association itself as a model for my creation. It was originally just a whim. The dead mouse, such a change has happened-besides, the president looks really pleasing to the eye.”

She spoke in an orderly manner, and everyone present was silent at the same time, and she couldn’t say what it was like in her heart.

After experiencing an unprecedented fierce scolding battle, the contestants were still unwilling to accept the fact that they were trapped in a different world and waited to die. They wailed and ran out of Building No. 444 to find out.

As expected by Lin Lin, there was only an empty, dark street waiting for everyone outside. Everyone’s shadows disappeared, and the street lights were extinguished without knowing when, only a bleak waning moon from the sky shone down, casting a gray and dead color on everyone’s cheeks.

The communication equipment could not search for signals at all, and the remaining scattered hopes were gradually swallowed by despair. After the contestants were frustrated, they were finally willing to sit down and tell other people their own stories.

Everyone was frowning when they said it, and there was an urge to travel through time and space to beat up the original one; the rest of the audience looked pale, and every time a strange talk was finished, there was an endless stream of insults in the crowd.

Until Lin Lin finished.

Everyone was shocked.

Although she is indeed adolescent at her age, it is easy for little girls to fantasize about romantic love stories, but this game is at stake. She wrote such a plot…

It’s too prescient!

“hateful!”

The big man next to Lin Yu slammed his thigh: “I knew it would be like this, so I wrote “One Night at Lan Ruo Temple: Nie Xiaoqian and Scarlett Johansson are jealous for me, Xiaolongnv and Ling Polly rush to give in.” Hug”! I die under the peony flower, and I am a ghost, why do I have to struggle with horror stories!”

This script not only spans ancient and modern China and foreign countries, but even the two-dimensional paper man was forced to kick it horizontally. After listening to the script, the male compatriots present all showed envy and regret entangled expressions.

“Don’t dream.” The woman who had been arguing with the same table before gave them a cold glance. “So far, twelve people have told stories. Which one is left?”

“it’s me.”

The man in glasses shrank his chubby body into a ball, and raised his hand tremblingly: “My story is…”

His voice was soft and slow, but as soon as he spoke a sentence, he was suddenly interrupted by another unexpected noise.

When the clock on the wall came to 8:00 p.m., the ceramic bird that had retracted into the hole poked out its head again.

Although its tone is still a cold mechanical sound, it has a faint hint of gloat: “Ding Dong Ding Dong, the urban legend is in place! In order to let everyone enjoy the ultimate ghost talk experience, the association has specially opened one to one. Service-each contestant will be randomly teleported to the vicinity of different urban legends and will be regarded as the number one target of attack. One million prize money is close at hand, everyone, try to survive!”

“What a joke! Facing the urban legend alone, doesn’t this make us die!”

“It’s over, God bless me with a good lottery! Bloody Mary Horror doll or something… don’t come over!”

“I○ your ancestor’s Ghost Story Association! I want to retire!”

As soon as the voice of the ceramic bird fell, these chaotic and noisy sounds came out instantly like a volcano eruption. It’s a pity that the lively situation didn’t have time to last for three seconds. Lin Hao just blinked, and the scene in front of her was turned upside down, completely changed.

The noisy people returned to silence, and the bright and dazzling lights in the hall were nowhere to be seen. She was standing alone in the bedroom of a strange house.

There was no light in the bedroom, and the faint pale moonlight made everything blurry and desolate. The deep and heavy darkness was like a real entity, gathering the sky over and over. There is no one else in the room, and there is no other furniture besides the bed, tables and stools. Looking at the empty space, the gray-white wallpaper is even more gloomy.

The house was very quiet, and even my own breathing could be heard, like a tiny stream flowing in the darkness.

Lin Yu was patiently thinking about which weird talk this would be, and suddenly felt a buzzing in her pocket, and the sound of familiar music sounded——

It’s her cell phone.

In the different-dimensional space, the mobile phone cannot search for any signal. Those who can call at this time…probably not humans.

The brain quickly filtered out the twelve strange stories and legends, Lin Yu probably guessed the identity of the other party, and picked up the phone without changing his face to connect to the call.

The first thing that came into the eardrum was a series of snowflakes sounded when the TV malfunctioned. The sound became smaller and smaller, and eventually it became a blurry background.

Then the little girl’s tender and crisp voice sounded faintly, her tone was flat and without fluctuations, it sounded like a terrifying machine: “Hello, this is Miss Mary, and I am on the first floor of your apartment.”

It really was a Mary doll.

Lin Yan frowned slightly, holding the phone’s knuckles subconsciously.

[One of the strange stories: Mary dolls.

Almost every girl has been keen to collect all kinds of dolls, but as they grow up, they will feel more and more naive, monotonous, and boring, and discard them without thinking about their old feelings.

The protagonist of the story, tentatively calling her Little A, has a Japanese doll named “Miss Mary” that has been treasured for many years. When the family moved to another city, in order to reduce the weight of the luggage, Xiao A threw it into the trash can downstairs.

Life in the new city was calm and quiet, until one day, when Xiao A was alone in his room on the sixth floor, the phone suddenly rang.

“Hello, this is Miss Mary, and I am on the first floor of your apartment.”

The other party only said this unclear sentence and hung up in a hurry. In less than a minute, the phone rang again.

“Hello, this is Miss Mary, and I am going upstairs now.”

The man hung up after speaking, and after a while, the bell rang again.

“Hello, this is Miss Mary, and I’m on the sixth floor now.”

The light above my head flickered. I don’t know if it was due to the fault or some other reason. The whole house was suddenly cut off. In the darkness where my fingers could not be seen, even the sound of every heartbeat was clearly identifiable.

Puff through, puff through.

Perhaps it was an illusion. The sound of rustling footsteps seemed to be faintly heard in the aisle, like an invisible big hand clutching Little A’s heart.

The phone rang again.

The other party’s voice was unchanging, cold and indifferent, and the unwavering tone was almost weird: “Hello, this is Miss Mary, I am at the door of your room now.”

The right hand holding the phone was full of cold sweat, and Xiao A was trembling all over, not daring to move.

Across the thin wooden door, she tiptoed forward and pressed her ear to the door.

However, there was no movement from the other end of the door.

Just then, the phone rang again.

Little A picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

“Hello, this is Miss Mary.”

The voice was getting closer and closer, almost rang against the root of her back ear, accompanied by a biting coldness——

“I’m behind you.”]

This is an urban legend that prevails in the neon country. Although the story does not directly indicate the ending, it is not difficult to guess the tragic fate that the protagonist is about to face from the lines.

The Mary doll can’t communicate, only knows **** people after getting closer. Once it is targeted, it can be said to be a mortal ending.

The thought of more than a dozen other monsters who were also frantic and mad, Lin Jiao rarely felt a trace of nerves.

The current situation is almost the same as in urban legends. The high apartment floors, the dim and dark environment without lights, and the constant ringing of mobile phone bells. If she does not think of an escape method as soon as possible, she will inevitably die like the protagonist. Ground.

——Fortunately, when she listened to the story on the 444th, she had already thought of a solution to this bear child.

The cell phone ringing rang suddenly again, and the childish voice echoed faintly: “Hello, this is Miss Mary, I am now going upstairs.”

There is not much time left for her, and she must be fully prepared when the Mary doll arrives.

Madam Lin did not hesitate to open the bedroom door, and after looking around the whole house for a week, she went straight into the bathroom.

The bathroom has always been a high incidence area for horror stories. The bleeding faucet and the **** hand that suddenly stretched out from the bathtub have a reputation among spiritual lovers, and the most gloomy among them are many legends about mirrors.

Because of the power outage, the bathroom was completely filled with rich darkness. Although a slight moonlight penetrated through the small glass window on the wall, it did not play any role in alleviating the depressive atmosphere. On the contrary, it made everything looming and seemingly non-existent, adding fear of the unknown.

The big square mirror was installed on the wash table. When Lin Lin was determined to look at it, she caught a glimpse of her face wet by the white moonlight, which revealed a strange weirdness inexplicably.

The dark bathroom, the square mirror, and the middle of the night, all the elements fit closely with another urban legend, and behind that story lies a more vicious and sinister witch.

Her heart could not stop beating violently because of excitement, Lin Hag gently pressed her lips, silently twitching the corners of her mouth.

There is more than one puppet called “Mary”.

[Urban Legend II: Bloody Mary.

I wonder if you have ever drunk a cocktail called “Bloody Mary”. In the West, it is also the name of a horror legend.

It is said that the prototype of the Bloody Mary is the peerless beauty of Hungary in the 18th century, Countess Lee Kester.

Women love beauty. In order to maintain their beauty, modern women often spend huge sums of money on skin care products, and the countess’s method of keeping youth is much more primitive and bloody.

She bathed in the blood of a girl.

The countess believed that the pure blood of a young girl could delay aging. In 50 years, nearly 3,000 people were brutally murdered and their bodies were buried under her private bathroom.

Do you want to know if it works? The answer seems to be yes.

Because she was soaked in blood all the year round, the countess exuded a strange and charming **** air all over her body. The blood and death made her strange but charming, and it attracted countless men’s crazy courtship for a while.

According to rumors, her beauty lasted for nearly fifty years.

The killing never stopped, until the outbreak of the French Revolution, the people finally burned her alive in the bathroom.

After the Countess died, she was jealous of all the young girls who were young. If she wanted to summon her to her side, the steps were very simple.

In the middle of the night, he entered the bathroom alone, locked the bathroom door and turned off the light, concentrated in the darkness and silence, and concentrated on saying “Bloody Mary” three times.

But one thing to note is that Bloody Mary is a very powerful evil spirit. Legend has it that after being summoned, her **** hands will stick out from the mirror and drag the summoner into another world.

-There is absolutely no chance of survival, a world belonging to the undead. 】

The phone bell rang again, and in the dark and confined space, this sound was particularly abrupt and shocking, and it constantly echoed between the walls.

“Hello, this is Miss Mary, and I’m on the sixth floor now.”

Ms. Lin took a deep breath, looked directly at the spotless mirror, and said in a deep voice: “BloodyMary.”

The cold wind knocked gently on the glass window, and every knock seemed to hit her heart.

The ringing sounded step by step. I don’t know if it’s an illusion. The voice on the other side of the phone is filled with a grinning smile. Accompanied by the rubbing of the doll’s joints, the speed of speaking slows down: “Hello, I’m Miss Mary. At the door of your bathroom.”

The center of the bathroom door is inlaid with frosted glass. Although it cannot fully reflect the scene outside the door like a mirror, a dark shadow can still be seen faintly.

Lin Yu was patient, and said in a low voice, “BloodyMary.”

Telling one’s current location through the phone, although it does make people feel a great sense of fear, but at the cost of this, the Mary doll will also expose her whereabouts.

According to the original setting, Miss Mary is like a hunter who is gradually approaching her prey, slowly playing the opponent between her palms. Even if she knew her whereabouts, the victim was completely helpless and could only stay in place helplessly and desperately, waiting for death to come step by step.

But Lin Yan is different.

As the urban strange talk approached, she had already set up a trap at the end. Mary doll is bound to tell her where she is, but instead she binds herself so that Lin Lin can just stop the most accurate time to make a counterattack.

She is not a prey, but a hunter.

The cold wind outside the window was even more violent, and it sounded like the whimper of a fierce beast. The last phone call finally rang slowly, and the piercing coldness pressed against the back of her neck and spread to her whole body.

Because facing the mirror, the scene behind him is all in a glance. The whole body was drowsy and dark, and the vague figure was getting closer and closer to her, and stretched out her right hand toward Lin Hao’s neck.

“Hello, this is Miss Mary. I now—”

At the same time this weird boy sounded, Lin Lin also spoke quickly.

“BloodyMary.”

“Just behind you.”

The two voices sounded together, and the moment when the words fell, Lin Hao lightly turned sideways.

The puppet doll with the same size as a human behind was pooping forward. Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly got out of the way, so under the action of inertia, it threw down towards the mirror; at the same time, scarlet blood slowly seeped from the edge of the mirror. Amid the growing smell of blood, a **** hand stretched out from the glass.

The Mary doll kept the right hand stretched forward, and when it suddenly fell forward, the palm fell on the **** hand unbiasedly.

The two actually slapped back.

Mary doll:?

Bloody Mary:?

Lin Ma completely incarnates the melon-eating crowd, watching the show with great interest, and schadenly not forgetting to shout: “Mary, with my helper, you are destined not to survive tonight.”

The two Marys looked at each other.

The urban ghost talks don’t know each other, and naturally they won’t know each other’s name. They all subconsciously think that the “Mary who will not survive tonight” in Lin’s mouth is themselves. As for the one who holds his right hand without saying anything, it must be her helper.

It’s also a strange story. That guy actually helped a human to deal with his compatriots. This is simply a traitorous behavior, which is tolerable or unbearable.

I can’t bear it anymore, it’s over after a fight.

Bloody Mary let out a roar, grabbed the doll’s arm with all her strength, and pulled the doll into the mirror;

The Mary doll slammed against the wall with a grim face, and screamed like a wind, trying to pull the **** hand out of the mirror.

Tug-of-war is a kind of potential; tug-of-war is a kind of struggle; tug-of-war is a kind of life.

This is a battle for strength and perseverance, this is a friendly match between youth and dreams, this is the call of the heart, the dedication of love.

The night breeze blows, the drums of war, who is the first one?

The first Guaitan Cup Olympic Games, a tug-of-war event——

Now! in! open! beginning!

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