Seek the name of the horror novel

Is it a paper man? I wonder if the name is right.

But I'll give you something, you know.

first part

Anti-terrorism psychological test

The horror of prophecy and the horror of destiny takes a hand should not make us so afraid-sunny, happy and safe, not a bad thing, but reading a horror story that happened to others ... Suddenly, an unfriendly hand trembled and stretched out from behind, and it was fatal.

Anti-terrorism psychological test

In a distant foreign land, in a crowded street, you suddenly meet a local, and that familiar face shakes before your eyes and disappears into the vast sea of people. ...

You are shocked because this man has been dead for many years.

He still wears his usual sauce-colored leather jacket, blue jeans and inferior sneakers.

His appearance has not aged with time, he is still the same as before, but his face is very pale.

You want to take a closer look, but you have been looking for him in the crowd for a long time, but you can't see his shadow anymore. ...

What do you think at this time?

1. Oh, I'm hallucinating.

He is the victim's twin brother.

It's terrible that there are people who look like this in this world!

4. I am a ghost.

Eccentric passenger (1)

Zhang Qingzhao has been driving a taxi for five years.

When he has no job, he often listens to other taxi drivers telling strange things.

A driver pulled a young man with long hair and a pimple all over his face at night. He looks like a local ruffian. Sure enough, after arriving at the destination, the young man said, "Big Brother, I'll give it to you together next time."

The driver did not dare to say anything.

One night about two months later, he pulled another passenger, feeling familiar, but I can't remember where I met him at the moment.

When getting off the bus, the man said, "Big Brother, I'll give you a piece next time."

It suddenly occurred to him that this guy was the local ruffian who didn't give money by car two months ago. He couldn't help muttering, "This is the next time ..."

There is also a driver who burns the midnight oil.

One night, he pulled a coquettish girl.

The girl sat next to him and took the initiative to talk to him. Her words were wild and her expression was enchanting. The topic goes straight to the next three roads. After walking out of two blocks, she has reached out and started rubbing his "roots" ...

On that occasion, of course, he didn't make any money, just enjoyed being moved all the way.

Zhang Qingzhao is introverted and honest. He doesn't want to meet hooligans, and he doesn't expect to meet that kind of "good luck". He just wants to earn more money every day and bring back a good life for his wife.

It's a cloudy day.

Zhang Qingzhao ran all day, only pulling a few tens of dollars, including a counterfeit ten-dollar bill. He was very depressed.

As it gets dark, there are fewer and fewer people in the street.

He lay in front of Shi Bin Second Hospital for a while, saw a few drops of rain on the windshield, and decided to go home.

No sooner had he driven out than he saw a lonely man on the side of the road. He wore a raincoat and walked slowly forward.

That's a gray raincoat.

The trickle of rain has only dropped a few drops, but it has stopped now. The man looks a little strange in a thick raincoat. Besides, he is wearing a big hat and a raincoat to cover his face.

Zhang Qingzhao drove slowly and honked his horn several times.

That man went ahead regardless of all human nature.

Obviously, he doesn't want to take the bus.

Seeing that there was no chance, Zhang Qingzhao stepped on the gas pedal and left.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he drove past, he saw in the mirror that the man suddenly raised his hand and waved at him, as if thinking about something, and suddenly realized that a taxi had passed by.

Zhang Qingzhao stepped on the brakes, stopped, twisted his neck and looked at him from the back window.

The man walked forward with his head down, and his steps were still so slow. Zhang Qingzhao began to suspect that he just waved his hand and didn't want a car.

Finally, he went to the car, stretched out his hand and opened the door, and slowly sat in with his head down.

He sat in the seat next to Zhang Qingzhao, slowly raised his head and looked straight ahead. The big hat of the raincoat blocked his face.

"Master, where are you going?" Zhang Qingzhao asked carefully.

He didn't speak, but raised his hand and pointed forward.

Zhang Qingzhao had to move forward.

On the way, the eccentric passenger never took off his raincoat and hat, never turned his head, and never saw his face.

There are a few more drops of rain on the glass.

Zhang Qingzhao turned on the wiper, scraped it a few times and then turned it off.

He drove a few blocks ahead, but the passenger didn't speak or give directions.

Zhang Qingzhao was a little uneasy and asked, "Master, where are you going?"

The man slowly raised his arm and pointed forward.

Zhang Qingzhao had no choice but to drive on.

Gradually, the road was empty.

Gradually, the street lamps on both sides disappeared, and only the light of the car lamps was pale on the road.

Zhang Qingzhao began to entertain foolish ideas:

Could this guy be a local ruffian?

Perhaps, his hair is very long and his face is covered with acne. When getting off the bus, he will suddenly turn around and say in a low voice, "Big Brother, I'll give it to you next time."

Zhang Qingzhao immediately thought that if he just didn't give money, it wouldn't be a big deal. In the northeast, there are many such things.

He was afraid and went to a remote place. This guy suddenly took out a knife and plunged it into his neck without saying a word. Then, I searched him 180 yuan, threw him into the grass and drove away his Li Xia car. ...

Zhang Qingzhao has a little regret.

This man is abnormal at first sight. Why do you want to pull him?

Now, he can't get rid of him

He looked nervously in both directions while driving. This is a suburb, belonging to Taiping District, far from the city center. Usually, he seldom drives to this place.

The buildings on both sides are dark, and only a few families have dim lights.

He wanted to say something to the passenger to turn him around.

He must see his face.

"Master ..." Zhang Qingzhao turned away and called him kindly.

The man faced forward, motionless, as if he didn't hear.

Zhang Qingzhao slowly turned his head back and stopped awkwardly. His heart began to beat wildly.

He suddenly remembered a ghost story told by his peers:

Eccentric passengers (2)

At midnight, a passenger got on a taxi.

He said he would go to a village in the suburbs.

The driver took him away without much thought.

Along the way, the driver always smells a smell of paper dust.

Passengers rarely speak, their expressions are always cold, and they look ahead.

Out of the city, more walk more desolate.

Finally, he arrived at a place in the middle of nowhere, when the passenger suddenly reached out and signaled the driver to stop.

After parking the car, the driver looked around and his head exploded: by the light of the headlights, he saw that there were wasteland on both sides of the road, and the messy grass was covered with high and low graves, and some graves were still flying with white paper banners.

Trembling all over, he asked, "You came here ..."

The passenger said coldly, "burn paper."

Then, he paid the fare according to the price on the watch, opened the car door and left. Strangely, he got off the bus and disappeared.

The driver was scared and turned around quickly, trying to get out of this hellhole as soon as possible.

At this time, the paper in the car smells even grayer.

He turned to look for it. There is no open fire or dark fire in the car.

Finally, he reached into his pocket and found that the money given by the passenger just now was gone, only some paper dust. ...

Zhang Qingzhao grabbed the steering wheel.

He can't see the passenger's face, so the passenger can't see his face either. He tilted his head slightly to one side and secretly looked at each other's hands.

His hand is the only place where he is exposed.

Those two hands are too white, lying flat on their legs, motionless and lifeless, as if they had no blood and nerves, and they were two artificial limbs.

Zhang Qingzhao looked back and thought that he couldn't go if he had to drive out of town all the time.

After walking through another street, he came to a crossroads. The passenger slowly raised his right hand with his forefinger down.

Zhang Qingzhao hurriedly pulled the car aside and stopped.

He vaguely remembered that this place was called Wang Family Cross.

The passenger put his left hand into his raincoat, shook out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to Zhang Qingzhao. He still holds his neck and faces forward.

Now, Zhang Qingzhao doesn't want to see him-he is afraid of seeing a bloody face.

He took the money and squeezed it. This money is hard, so it shouldn't be counterfeit.

He put it in his pocket and began to look for money.

The meter says twenty-one yuan, and he should give the other party seventy-nine yuan.

Suddenly, he had an immoral idea, so he quietly put this forged ten-dollar bill in other bills and handed it to the passengers.

Along the way, he made Zhang Qingzhao uneasy, which was a kind of revenge.

Zhang Qingzhao clearly remembers that the change he gave to the other party was a fifty-dollar bill, two ten-dollar bills (one of which was counterfeit), a five-dollar bill, a two-dollar bill and two one-dollar bills.

The man took the money without reading it or putting it in his pocket. He grabbed it and got out of the car.

He did not say a word.

Because of that ghost story, Zhang Qingzhao stared at him closely.

A strange thing happened-at the moment he closed the door, people suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Qingzhao was frightened. He turned around in the car and looked around, but there was still no sign of him!

Isn't this the devil?

He thought for a moment, flashed through his mind, opened the car door, stepped down and looked around.

There is no one around.

The wind is blowing, and the grass clippings and pieces of paper on the ground are flying like ghosts.

None of the houses facing the street turned on the lights or opened the doors.

The royal cross is very wide. In such a short time, no matter which direction the man goes, he can't leave Zhang Qingzhao's field of vision.

He leaned over and looked under the car. There is nothing but four wheels.

He quickly got into the car and looked back-he was worried that the man was hiding in the gap in the front and back seats.

The empty room was dark and no one was there.

He put on the suspender and wanted to escape from this place at once.

But he was too nervous, the clutch was released too fast, and the car stalled immediately.

There was a dead silence all around. He looked out nervously and scrambled to catch fire, but he couldn't.

His hands and feet are shaking more and more.

Finally the car caught fire and ran away like a frightened rabbit.

Midnight call

Zhang Qingzhao went straight home.

He lives in Anju community and bought a second-hand house.

Originally, he was born and raised in the countryside. A few years ago, he made a little money by playing soy sauce. Encouraged by others, he bought a Li Xia in the city and began to rent it.

After entering the room, Zhang Qingzhao's heart kept beating.

His wife Wang Juan fell asleep, and the house was in complete darkness.

She is pregnant, half a month ahead of the due date.

In the past, Wang Juan stayed in her hometown in the countryside, and Zhang Qingzhao brought her to the city three years ago.

Zhang Qingzhao went into the bedroom, leaned against the door panel and calmed down for a while, then turned on the light and reached into his pocket. ...

He wants to see if that hundred-dollar bill has turned into scraps of paper.

No, it is still there. Very stiff.

Zhang Qingzhao took it out and looked at it carefully under the lamp. There's nothing wrong with that.

He breathed a sigh of relief and put it in his pocket again.

Wang Juan woke up, and she said in a daze, "Come back?"

"Come back."

Her eyes widened a little, staring at Zhang Qingzhao and asking, "What's the matter with you?"

Zhang Qingzhao asked, "What happened to me?"

"Your face is so ugly!"

Zhang Qingzhao went to the mirror and looked at it. Sure enough, his face was pale and his eyes were scarlet.

He turned around and said in a low voice, "Nothing, maybe it's lack of sleep. Go to sleep. "

He said, and turned off the light, took off his clothes and lay beside Wang Juan.

Wang Juan is in high spirits. She said, "Just now, I had a terrible dream ..."

Zhang Qingzhao got a cold war and asked, "What dream?"

"I dreamed that you came back, wearing a gray raincoat and a rain hat, standing with your head down against the door panel. How can I call you you don't look up ... "

Zhang Qingzhao was suddenly surprised.

After a while, Wang Juan said, "Why don't you talk?"

Zhang Qingzhao couldn't help it. He turned around and looked at Wang Juan in the dark and said, "I, I also met a strange thing today ..."

Then he told me what had just happened.

Wang Juan's voice changed: "Why is it so evil today?"

"I don't know."

Zhang Qingzhao voice did not fall, the phone suddenly rang.

He and Wang Juan looked at each other nervously and did not move.

The phone rang twice and then hung up.

Wang Juan suddenly asked, "Really ... have you hit anyone before?"

"No."

"Really not?"

"Really not."

"Tomorrow, we have to find a Yin and Yang teacher to exorcise evil spirits."

"It's no use."

"Give it a try! You drive outside every day, in case something happens ... "

The phone rang again.

This time, Zhang Qingzhao wavered.

In order to facilitate the use of the car, all the neighbors have the phone number of Zhang Qingzhao's house, so Zhang Qingzhao is not sure whether he is here for business.

He got up and grabbed the microphone in his hand: "Hello?"

There was only the hiss of electricity, and no one spoke.

Zhang Qingzhao listened for a while and put the phone down stupefied.

Wang Juan asked in a low voice, "Who?"

Zhang Qingzhao said: "No one is talking."

"haunted!" Wang Juan sat up and leaned back on the bed. "Do something!"

"I want to throw away this hundred dollars ..."

Wang Juan thought for a moment and said, "That won't do. You haven't got a hundred dollars after running all day. If you throw it away, even the gas money will be put in. "

"What do you say?"

"After tonight, I can go to the bank to change it tomorrow."

"... all right. "

After waiting for a while, the phone didn't ring again, and the two men lay down again, hugging each other gently and getting ready for bed.

The wind outside is blowing harder and harder, and the windows are ringing nonstop, as if something is eager to come in and something is eager to go out.

"If ..." Wang Juangang wanted to say something, Zhang Qingzhao gave her a pinch and stopped her.

"Why don't you let me talk?" Wang Juan whispered.

"Don't mention it. It's getting dark, what to say. "

Wang Juan won't talk.

After a long time, Zhang Qingzhao suddenly turned his head and asked, "What did you want to say just now?"

"I want to say, if the phone rings again ..."

Before she finished, the phone rang again.

Two people shook their heads at the same time.

Wang Juan stopped.

In the darkness, only the telephone is ringing: "bell … bell … bell … bell … bell … bell …"

Zhang Qingzhao suddenly got up and reached for the phone: "Hello!"

After a while, a very light voice slowly came from inside, which didn't seem to vibrate the vocal cords, but came from the airflow: "Fire … burial … field … stop … corpse … room …"

Zhang Qingzhao just threw away his mobile phone.

Crematorium (1)

I don't know when it rained at night

In the morning, Zhang Qingzhao opened his eyes and heard a falling sound outside.

It rained continuously this summer, and the water level of Songhua River rose, so flood control became the top priority of the city.

Zhang Qingzhao got up and found a raincoat to put on his body.

"Where are you going?" Wang Juan asked.

"Crematorium!"

Wang Juan coldly whispered, "Be careful ..."

Zhang Qingzhao opened the door and went out. He didn't have breakfast.

He doesn't know who the caller was last night. He has to go to the crematorium to understand.

The crematorium is in the south of the city, Bali Road.

Zhang Qingzhao saw a tall chimney standing in the gloomy sky in the distance, but there was no smoke-there is another saying about death in this area: climbing the chimney.

At the entrance of the crematorium, there are two black cars waiting for work parked in the rain, both of which are bread.

Zhang Qingzhao stopped the car, put on his raincoat and walked into the gate of the crematorium.

Rain fell on the glass of two vans, and two pairs of eyes stared at him vaguely, full of hostility.

Zhang Qingzhao came to the crematorium for the first time.

There are few people in the compound, which is neat, big lawn and canna. The tall flowers are bright red in the rain, a bit like blood.

Zhang Qingzhao walked in the concrete aisle and kept looking around.

He doesn't know who he is looking for.

The hat of the raincoat is so big that he can only see the front, but not both sides, let alone the back.

This raincoat reminds him of last night, and his heart is pounding again.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of "Kaka Kaka" in the rain, as if someone was coming towards him. This man must be wearing leather shoes with iron palms.

As soon as he turned around, it was raining everywhere and he didn't see anyone.

He looked back and finally saw the man.

He is wearing a gray raincoat and a big hat and buttons on his head. His face is very white and his eyes are fixed on Zhang Qingzhao.

Zhang Qingzhao didn't know if he was a passenger last night, so he stood and waited for a while and looked at him.

He came a little closer, his deep eyes staring at Zhang Qingzhao.

Zhang Qingzhao tentatively let out a cry, "master ..."

He stopped in front of Zhang Qingzhao and said nothing, waiting for Zhang Qingzhao to follow.

Zhang Qingzhao sighed and said, "Master, I want to find the person in charge of the body here."

The other party finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "What are you doing?"

"I want to ... ask him something."

"Come with me."

"Are you ..."

"I am."

With that, he walked on.

Zhang Qingzhao followed him with a grain of salt, watching his back.

His heart is getting more and more nervous, because he looks at this man's back like that passenger last night.

There is a blue brick bungalow in front. A row of high windows with iron bars. Those windows are small and dark, more like air holes. However, these windows are closed now.

There is no door in front of the bungalow except the window.

The undertaker took Zhang Qingzhao to one side of the bungalow, where there was a rusty iron gate.

The undertaker took out a bunch of keys, pulled out one, inserted it, twisted it a few times, slammed open the iron gate and went in.

Zhang Qingzhao hesitated and followed him in.

After entering, there was a small room outside, only a shabby wooden table and two shabby chairs, which seemed deserted. There is a dirty exercise book on the desk, which has been rolled up. Probably for registration.

Other than that, there is nothing.

There is also an iron gate facing the iron gate, and it should be the morgue when you walk in.

Zhang Qingzhao walked into this place for the first time, and his back was cold.

The man sat in the chair, without taking off his raincoat and hat, and said, "What did you ask?"

Zhang Qingzhao looked at him anxiously and said, "I drive a taxi. I pulled a passenger last night, and he got off the bus and disappeared ... "

"What do you want with me?"

"Last night, I received a phone call. I don't know who's calling. He only said on the phone-crematorium morgue ... "

The other party was impatient and said, "This has nothing to do with me!"

"I think ..."

Suddenly, the corpse keeper remembered something. He stared at Zhang Qingzhao's eyes and asked, "How much did that passenger spend?"

"Twenty-one."

The person who looked at the body seemed to be taken aback: "He gave you one hundred dollars, and you gave him seventy-nine dollars, didn't you?"

"How do you know?"

The corpse keeper thought for a moment and then said, "Come with me!" "

He stood up, took out his key, opened the iron gate of the morgue and went in.

Zhang Qingzhao stood there motionless, suddenly a little afraid to go in.

Crematorium (2)

Seeing the walking dead, he felt that he had not kept up, so he stopped, looked back at him and said, "Come in!" " "

Zhang Qingzhao whispered, "Master, I'm a little scared ..."

The corpse keeper suddenly smiled and said, "If you don't want to see it, forget it."

Zhang Qingzhao is obviously unwilling to give up. He looked at the dead man's eyes from left to right and asked, "What do you want me to see?"

The person who looked at the body said, "Come in and have a look!" "

Zhang Qingzhao bullet, slowly walked in. He shivered when his foot entered the iron gate of the morgue. "Why is it so cold here?"

"Turn on the air conditioner. We don't have a body freezer in this crematorium, but we have the body of the next day and put it here. "

Zhang Qingzhao saw that there was a long corridor in the middle of the morgue, and there were about 30 simple stalls for parking bodies on both sides. In the compartment is a cold iron bed.

This room is too empty and quiet, only the sound of the corpse's shoes: "Ka, Ka, Ka, Ka ..."

It's cloudy outside, with small windows and dim light inside.

Zhang Qingzhao seems to have entered some kind of stagnant time.

He looked to both sides, most of the booths were empty, and he only saw two or three corpse beds covered with white cloth, showing the feet of the dead bodies.

He found that those feet were much bigger than normal feet.

He turned his head and looked at the feet of the body in front of him.

His feet seem to be much bigger than those of normal people. At the same time, Zhang Qingzhao also found another problem-this person seems to be walking slower and slower.

Zhang Qingzhao felt colder and he slowed down.

He suddenly had a hunch that the next person wearing a raincoat would walk into a booth, slowly lie on a high corpse bed and cover himself with a shroud. ...

Zhang Qingzhao stopped.

He suddenly turned to look at it.

The iron gate, the only exit, is far away from him, and I don't know when it will be closed.

The undertaker turned around and said, "Why don't you go?"

In this gloomy morgue, Zhang Qingzhao felt that the voice of the corpse keeper was more hoarse. He looked him straight in the eye and suddenly said, "Why don't you take off your raincoat?"

The person who looked at the body said, "Didn't you take it off?"

Zhang Qingzhao realized that he was wearing a raincoat.

He stepped forward again under the gaze of the other party.

The corpse keeper also turned and walked on.

He really walked into a booth.

Inside lay a corpse, with his face covered, revealing only two brown pointed leather shoes, long. That is undoubtedly a new pair of shoes, with clean soles and no dust.

The corpse keeper turned around and waved to Zhang Qingzhao.

Zhang Qingzhao stood at a distance, his legs seemed to be filled with lead.

The man who looked at the body said, "Come here."

He labored two steps forward.

The corpse keeper no longer forced him, and slowly lifted the white cloth around the waist of the corpse.

A pale hand was exposed.

Its blood stopped flowing and its nerves were blocked, just like a stiff piece of wood.

Zhang Qingzhao looked at this hand and his scalp exploded-it was clutching several bills tightly.

Zhang Qingzhao looked at the money carefully, and he was shocked to the extreme-this money was exactly what he gave the passenger last night, including the forged ten-dollar bill!

His eyes left the dead body's hand, moved up slowly, and finally stopped on the white cloth on the dead body's face. ...

It's true, this is the body that took his car last night!

He always wears a big raincoat hat and never says a word.

Zhang Qingzhao has never seen his face.

Now, this face is covered with white cloth, and Zhang Qingzhao still can't see it.

He winked nervously at the man who looked at the body and motioned for him to leave quickly. Then, he stumbled out of the booth and ran to the outside.

The undertaker followed him out, just visible, and locked tiemenguan.

It's thundering outside, it's getting darker and darker, and it's raining harder.

Zhang Qingzhao asked in horror, "When did this body come in?"

"Yesterday afternoon."

"When did you find the money in his hand?"

"This morning. I counted them. It's seventy-nine dollars I smoked it several times, but I couldn't get it out. It's like being caught in a vice. I have always been puzzled because I checked the body when I left last night and found no money. "

"Can anyone else come into this morgue?"

"I am the only one who has a key."

Zhang Qingzhao stopped talking. He stared at the raincoat of the corpse.

The man who looked at the body looked down and asked, "What's the matter?"

Just now, Zhang Qingzhao clearly saw the sleeve of the deceased. He is wearing a dark blue serge coat instead of a raincoat.

Zhang Qingzhao asked in a low voice, "Where did you put your raincoat last night?"

The undertaker pointed to a hook on the wall and said, "I'll hang it here."

Then, he added, "It was cloudy yesterday morning. I brought my raincoat with me when I came to work. I didn't see the rain at night, and I didn't wear it when I went home. "

This gray raincoat was hung in this gloomy morgue last night.

In other words, the victim was wearing this raincoat last night!

Otherwise, how did Zhang Qingzhao get cold at the sight of this corpse?

"Can I go in and have a look at ... his face?" Zhang Qingzhao suddenly said.

"Why?"

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