There is something wrong with my "Campus Mystery" Weibo.

Master Weibo: Murong Ruoxi

Terror value: AAAAA

Activity course:

When the woman jumped off the building, Dong Yuan was standing not far from the office building. He watched the woman jump from the upstairs and her head was broken. The time displayed in the mobile phone is 2: 20 1 1 on February 25th.

Dong broke out in a cold sweat at the source and turned to run, as if there was something terrible behind him. Half an hour later, he was sitting in the subway in shock when his cell phone suddenly rang and he was sweating like a pig. Dong Yuan shivered and slowly turned on the phone. That's a new reply from Weibo: "2011February 26th, Guangming Road Red Star School, your destination."

Dong Yuan didn't speak. His trembling hand turned off his cell phone. When the subway arrived, he strode out. He doesn't believe that the guy named "Death" on the Internet is really a death who can take charge of life and death on earth.

Dong Yuan has a humble Weibo on the Internet, who complains and writes about his experiences every day. One day, he saw a guy named "Death" on the visiting list. Out of curiosity, Dong Yuan ordered Weibo of Death. To Dong Yuan's surprise, every Weibo posted by this guy named Death is a death record, and the lineup is comparable to that of the Archives Bureau. At first, Dong Yuan thought he was just a fan with strange interests. After all, there are all kinds of fish in the net.

Until one day, Dong Yuan inadvertently saw a new state of death: "2011At 3: 45 pm on February 24, a car accident occurred on Yongkang Avenue in Area B of M City, and two people died." Dong Yuan's school is next to Yongkang Avenue. Standing in the classroom on the eighth floor, you can see the whole road clearly. Subconsciously look up, it's already 3: 35. According to death, there are still 10 minutes, and a tragedy will happen on this road. However, Yongkang Avenue is orderly and there is nothing unusual.

Dong Yuan replied in that state: "I am now on Yongkang Avenue, and everything is normal here. Don't you think your hobby is vulgar? "

The news came back soon: "You don't believe in death."

He smiled: "Oh, man, you are too involved!" " "

"Soon, you will believe it."

Dong's guy named Death is really stubborn, and he's possessed. He did not continue to answer the words of death. He picked up the teacup on the table, went to the window and quietly looked at the avenue below. At this moment, even he himself felt super funny. For a fictional Weibo state on the Internet, that's all I care about.

Thinking about it, I saw a circle of people at the intersection of Yongkang Avenue and Xiping Avenue. Dong Yuan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. A few minutes later, the sound of 120 was heard in the distance.

Something really happened! Just as Dong Yuan was going downstairs to have a look, classmate Xiao Wang came out of the elevator: "Brother Dong, how did you go?" The downstairs is blocked. "

"What's the matter?" Dong Yuan asked carefully.

"Major traffic accidents! Two people died on the spot, which is really miserable. "

Dong Yuan froze. He ran to the computer and turned on the Weibo of Death. There is a new state on it: "2011At 2 o'clock on February 25, the woman jumped from the Oriental Building and died."

Dong Yuan replied at the back: "Who are you?"

A man named death seems to be waiting for Dong Yuan: "I am death."

"I don't believe it."

"Many people don't believe it, but there are also many people who have to believe it. Didn't you just verify it? Tomorrow, you can continue to verify. "

Dong Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead. Suddenly, he didn't know if he wanted to believe this guy. If it's just a coincidence, will tomorrow's death notice become true?

The next day, Dong Yuan still went to the Oriental Building, where he witnessed the woman's death. And that strange death notice predicted the time and place of his death at this time. He doesn't believe, he doesn't believe that damn death, he doesn't believe that his own destiny can be controlled at will.

Red Star School is where he goes to school. On the afternoon of 26th, Dong Yuan stood downstairs and looked around. He doesn't believe that he will die. Ten minutes passed, and there was nothing unusual. Dong Yuan couldn't help laughing. He knew that death was a liar, just as he walked to the elevator with a smile. The wind roared overhead, and a huge piece of glass fell from upstairs and hit Dong Yuan's head.

When he fell down, the phone showed: 2011February 26th at 2: 0 12.

Have you seen Weibo of Death?

Weird incident: two identical people

Master Weibo: mallow-wind knife and frost sword

Terror value: AAA

Activity course:

Sasha clearly remembers turning off the computer before going out, but the faint light on the screen clearly tells her that the computer is still on. The computer only opened the browser window, and the login user of the Weibo website he frequented was not his own account. I crossed again, she thought. Why is it always like this recently? Should I complain to the website technical department? I don't even want to use someone else's account. She thought about it and resigned. Maybe the network is unstable these days.

Since she started to knit scarves, Sasha always feels chilly behind her. There seems to be a cold look in the darkness, which will turn into a sword and pierce her body at any time. Do some people care about themselves as much as Shen Xuan? But this awe-inspiring taste is not like unrequited love, but like murderous look. Murder? She can't help shivering, thinking too much, YY also needs to be measured. Even surrounded by uncomfortable feeling, she still can't help but open the Weibo to see if Shen Xuan has made any new progress.

There is only one new Weibo of Shen Xuan. Today is the day when the girl I like leaves for half a year. I regret not telling her how much I like her, the purity of her smile, and the serious expression when joking with her. It's a pity that she will never know this.

It turns out that he already has someone he likes, and Sasha feels as sad as being suddenly hollowed out. She commented below that if you like it, you should say it. Even if she is in the sky, as long as she says it, there is hope. Maybe she is waiting for your confession. Regret is a useless emotion. It is easier to criticize others with some words than to do it yourself. She sighed and logged off.

Ahead is a bottomless abyss, and behind it are a pair of cold and slightly wet hands. She wanted to turn back but didn't dare, as if turning back was more terrible than the abyss. With a hard push of both hands, she fell gently. It feels like flying. But why is her heart so painful? Tears can't stop flowing down in pain. Sasha woke up from a dream and found that the pillow was wet. Although it is a dream, it feels terrible.

When Sasha went online again, she received several new private messages.

Shen gave it to Xiaoyu Fenghe: You sound like her. If she were still here, she might become good friends with you. PS: Do we know each other? You seem to know me well.

Other items are from a strange ID pig, pig and jade plate, and the content is the same: Who are you? She opened each other's home page, with a strange girl on it.

Reply to Shen Xuan: I am just a person who silently pays attention to you in the dark. Sasha knocked down this line of words, and the mouse stopped on the send button, but it was too late to click. When she saw the private letters of these strange girls below, she suddenly had the idea of mischief.

Reply to Shen Xuan: I don't think I know you Story house cctop.gushiting

I'm just a person who silently pays attention to you in the dark.

Who the fuck are you ? Stop playing games, I won't be intimidated by you. Soon Sasha received a private message from Big Pig and Little Pig.

She felt puzzled by each other. This is just a joke. Did you do something wrong? I'm afraid that ghosts will knock at the door.

Are you ... Duquesha? The message sent by the other party.

I am. She replied.

Dussha is dead! She died six months ago! Died in an accident! Accident!

Is it fun to fabricate rumors and curse others? I admit that my prank just now was wrong, but don't go too far. She was a little angry and closed the browser after replying.

Turning off the computer, sitting by the window, drinking juice and lazily basking in the sun, Sasha is in a good mood.

Who are you? A scream drove away her good mood. The girl opposite looks familiar and seems to have met somewhere. It's the girl named Big Pig in the jade plate, but why is she in her room? Before she spoke, her throat was tightly gripped. I didn't expect the girl to be so strong. She felt it was dark in front of her eyes, and vaguely heard the girl say, you are dead, why are you still haunting me? You might as well let me help you die again

Die? How could she die? She hasn't confessed to Shen Xuan yet, and there are infinite possibilities between them. She can't die, absolutely not. She came out of nowhere and pushed the girl away. The girl staggered a few steps and retreated to the window. She gave the girl a gentle push, and the girl fell gently, like a kite with a broken line.

Ding Dong, long time no see.

Sorry, you have the wrong person. Sasha responded politely.

Ah ... you are really Ding Dong, unless, of course, she has twin sisters. But the other party only left her a ruthless figure.

The ignored girl took out her mobile phone and sent a short message. You're right. Ding Dong is really strange. Since Sasha's accident, she's a little ... They're so close, she must have suffered a lot.

Weird event: micro-hacker

Master Weibo: the idea of chasing travel _82

Terror value: AAAAA

Activity course:

You can have two hobbies, the first is to browse other people's stories about Weibo, and the second is to transfer your good stories about Weibo to your own Weibo and pretend to be original. There are many visitors in Weibo, and readers who don't know the truth don't hesitate to praise Weibo's story, but it looks beautiful in their hearts, as if he wrote it.

On the Internet, everything is hard to keep secret. Many original authors found Weibo one after another, leaving messages asking to delete the reprinted articles. However, I don't care. Every time I log in to Weibo, I always delete this message first. The original author was angry, cursed and cursed, but turned a deaf ear. Just a few lines. It doesn't hurt or itch to watch them. Those people will never find out who they really are.

There was no class this morning, and most of my roommates went out for a walk. They can sit on the bed and go to Weibo with their notebooks. When he deleted the message, he suddenly saw a very interesting text: "Since you like to take other people's things for yourself, I will curse you for getting whatever you want in the future."

"Interesting." Can chuckle, "is this a blessing to my wishes? Who is so kind? " I didn't delete this message, but after copying several stories about Weibo, I felt a little bored, so I turned off my cell phone and went out for a stroll.

The weather is fine, so we can decide to go to the park. On the bus, a man's mobile phone caught Keke's interest. This is a new type of mobile phone, which has various functions such as taking photos online. Keke has long wanted to own such a mobile phone, but the high price is beyond his ability. In the following time, I stared at the man's mobile phone eagerly and sat for many stations.

"I really want to have a new mobile phone." That evening, you can write a line like this on the Weibo. There are two Weibo's, one plagiarizes the story, and the other casually writes about the mood. After writing, you can look at your old mobile phone, sigh gently, close your notebook and turn over to sleep.

The next morning, Ke planned to go to the restaurant for breakfast and passed by the reception room of the dormitory. Suddenly I found that the blackboard outside the reception room said, "Please ask Ke to pick up the courier." When I saw this line, I could vaguely guess something. He hid in a place where no one opened the courier. It was indeed a mobile phone, just like what he saw yesterday.

I almost jumped with excitement. He was busy taking out his mobile phone card, turning on the phone, surfing the Internet and logging in to Weibo. He said to himself, "You are so clever."

In the following days, you can update your mood Weibo more frequently and send it to the dormitory one by one quickly, so that you can be more and more grateful to the person who "cursed" him.

On weekends, he can go out to play alone. On the bus, he was attracted by a handsome red Porsche sports car. Ghost stories are also stealing. "

Weird events: two selves

Master Weibo: Who loves the gate?

Terror value: AAAA

Activity course:

Only these class cadres haven't left yet, and the tutor invited them out for dinner. That night, Zhao Yang drank a lot of wine. It is inevitable that they will be sad when they recall the pictures of school life together. When I came out of the restaurant, there was a beautiful girl standing at the door. Zhao Yang clung to her with the strength of wine and robbed her. It was a fine day, and in the bright moonlight, he walked alone on his way back to school. There was a faint fragrance around, and he sniffed his hand again. A woman in a red cheongsam came from the front with a wrinkled baby face. Zhao Yang shivered. He looked back again when the woman passed by. This woman's hair is falling off piece by piece.

This is wrong, but the woman's bitter eyes always bother him. His stomach turned up and he ran to a tree and vomited. His thinking is much clearer. This is a dead tree. He touched his head, and a cool breeze made his hair cool. He vomited for a while. In the filth, he saw a hand He backed away in horror. It was a dead body, and a long worm crawled out of his cracked stomach. A baby crawled out of there and staggered towards him, his face wrinkled. Zhao Yangtai let out a cry and couldn't move. The baby came, grabbed his leg and climbed up. ...

Zhao Yang let out a cry and woke up from a dream.

At dawn, he got up from the ground and fell asleep here. Surrounded by a wasteland, an old man with a hoe passed by. He closed his eyes and muttered, "What a poor girl! What can I let go? " I was pregnant and hanged myself. "

Zhao Yang was taken aback and asked him, "Where did he die?" Ghost story cctop.gushiting

The old farmer raised his hand and pointed to a dead tree. Zhao Yang was taken aback. The old farmer walked on and said, "The child in his belly has also been dug away, poor man. It's really sad. It's really sad. "

It's too early now, and the school hasn't started yet. He walked to a familiar Internet cafe. The boss was sleeping on his desk and was stopped by Zhao Yang: "Is it dawn?"

"hmm." Zhao Yang chose an inner seat. He started the computer, which was very fast. He fired Weibo first.

"I drank too much again last night." He forgot when this message was sent, and there was only one reply below: "This rascal, I want you to live well."

He felt strange and suddenly wanted to pee. The toilet is behind him. He pushed the door and went in. Just after sprinkling, he put on his trousers and the light went out. He touched it again, but he still couldn't find the door handle. He got nervous and touched the door again and again. ...

Zhao Yang woke up from a dream and broke out in a cold sweat. There is no one in the dormitory. They all packed up and went home, leaving him alone. He gets up, turns on the computer, and then brushes his teeth. He heard someone talking next door, a woman's voice and a child's voice. He felt strange. He sat down in front of the computer, opened Weibo, and said something about today. He typed a few lines: "I drank too much again last night."

The phone rang, and it was her again.

"Ah! Is that all you got to say This is graduation, so let's finish it completely. I loved you, but love won't last long. Don't be naive. Without long-term love, people will always change. Children? What, are you pregnant? You are so stupid! " He hung up the phone angrily and suddenly felt afraid. How could she do that? Weibo, that's it. He didn't want to write any more, so he clicked Publish. He sat there speechless. This hateful woman even tampered with her pregnancy and threatened me with it.

His stomach was upset again, so he ran to the toilet and threw up. He heard another woman's voice and a child's voice. He flushed the urinal. A shadow appeared on the water, and a child emerged from the water, holding him in one arm. That wrinkled face! It's wrinkled again! The child is smiling at him. ...

"Here we are, here we are!" Zhao Yang woke up with a start and went white.

The teacher asked him, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Zhao Yang gasped there, filled with panic. "Dreams, one dream after another, I can't wake up."

"Ha ha, wake up now. Drink less in the future. I can't tell at ordinary times. It's good to drink. When are you going to leave? "

"I bought a train ticket for the day after tomorrow."

"I heard that you broke up with Xiaolan?"

"hmm."

"Why? What a good girl. "

"Stop it, I'm worried. I'll go back first and take your time. "

Zhao Yang went upstairs and found the key. The door was unlocked and the light was on. He found a strange man sitting on his bed, familiar clothes and familiar faces. He found that it was himself. They screamed at the same time, looking at each other's twisted faces, and wrinkles spread on their faces. ...

Weird events: stories come true

Master Weibo: Qi Xiaoshuang

Thriller value AAAA

Activity course:

On this day, I routinely logged into Weibo and posted a horror story: I was sleeping comfortably, and suddenly you were awakened by a loud noise. When you leave home, you see your mother and wife wrestling together, and your father lying on the ground covered in blood. You separate your mother from your wife and ask about the situation. Your mother said your wife killed your father, and your wife said your father was killed by your mother. Both of them produced conclusive evidence to prove that what they said was true, and at the same time, you also.

Later, the police were puzzled by the murder. Mother-in-law said that the deceased was killed by her daughter-in-law, who said that the deceased was killed by her mother-in-law. Both of them have their own evidence, but the son has doubts about his mother and wife. If you are a policeman, who do you think is the murderer?

After these two stories were published, the first one who robbed the sofa was a fan named Gu. He replied, what happened later? I replied casually, I haven't thought about the following plot yet, and I'll send it when I think about it.

Because there was a dinner in the evening, I told my roommate Ronaldinho and hurried out of the door. When I came back, it was already past twelve. I turned on the computer. Before on the wine table, I had thought of the follow-up plot of this story. After I went to Weibo, I subconsciously looked at the latest fan tips. I am very touched that Gu's fans are still there.

I typed out the follow-up plot: after repeated comparisons, although the evidence given by my wife is unfavorable to my mother, you think that my mother and her wife are not at peace on weekdays, and my mother is particularly annoyed with your wife, and my mother and my father have a good relationship and have been in love for decades. You hesitated for a long time and finally told the police, so the key suspect became your wife.

It is my habit for many years to get up the next day and turn on the computer and subconsciously open Weibo to see if there is any latest mail. There is only one letter in it. I opened the email and found that there was only one inexplicable sentence: how much do you want?

What is the latest plot of the ghost story? Since there is a fucking motive and hard evidence, the daughter-in-law must be charged with murder. Just before the verdict was pronounced, the police suddenly discovered on the spot that the fingerprint on the deceased was not his mother-in-law or his wife's. Then the daughter-in-law may not be the murderer, at least not her alone!

Not long after the update, foxmail email client software automatically jumped out, prompting me to have a new email, which read: Who are you? How much do you want? Make a price!

What a mess, I complained, and then I clicked delete completely. At the second when the email was about to be deleted, I suddenly felt that the sender's mailbox was a little familiar. This mindless letter seems to have been sent from this mailbox in the morning. What the hell? What a liar now!

After deleting the email, I sat down and began to write my graduation thesis. When I was busy at noon, I broke through a bottleneck and was in a good mood. Suddenly inspired, I went to Weibo to update the follow-up of that story. Just after the police found the fingerprint error, they went to find their son, who disappeared and another bloody case occurred at home. His mother died and his son's footprints and fingerprints were everywhere, so the police decided that his son had killed his parents, wanted him and let his wife go!

As soon as I was released, my roommate Ronaldinho scolded me for not being able to cook. I was starving. I just remembered that it was my turn to cook today when I rushed into the kitchen. I started cooking and occasionally heard Ronaldinho talking in the room.

At dinner, I asked him what he was complaining about just now. He said that someone had attacked our network, but he had defeated it. He also said that after his human flesh search, he knew that the guy's surname was Meng, and then proudly said that he had dug up some information about Meng. I'm not interested in that, but it goes in one ear and out the other. I didn't care at all. I talked nonsense to him several times and went back to my room after dinner. When I turned on the computer, foxmail email client software reminded me that there was a new email. After I opened it, it was that damn liar again. He said, boy, you keep doing this. I want to waste you! "What with what ah, this guy is brain-dead, I got a little angry by his spam, I replied to his email, called him * * *, and then blacked out his mailbox!

Some materials of the paper still need to be checked in the library, so I went to the school library. It was past eleven o'clock in the evening when I came back, and the room was dark. I turned on the light and called ronaldinho out for dinner. I just bought some takeout downstairs. Who knows, when the light came on, I saw Ronaldinho lying on the ground, his forehead sunken and his brains splashed all over the floor, all like this. Of course, he must be dead.

Since then, things have become dramatic. The police confirmed Ronaldinho's murder through on-site investigation, and then successfully arrested the suspect-Meng Haozhi through clues.

However, the crime he confessed surprised all of us, especially me. Meng Haozhi was going to kill me. He is the biggest fan of "Gu" in Weibo. Meng Haozhi's favorite website is Weibo. Naturally, he noticed my recent hot Weibo. When he entered my Weibo, he happened to see a series of stories written by me and found that they coincided with the tragedy he committed many years ago. It's just repeating the crime scene. About five years ago, a plot similar to my story took place in Meng Hao's home, but the difference was that his wife was later convicted and he was at large. When he saw the story I wrote, he was frightened. At first, he was able to stay where he was. Later, when he saw me writing more and more, he became more and more eager. He thought I knew the cause and effect of the incident, so he sent me n emails to bribe me. He wrote all the emails that I regarded as liars. Seeing that I was unmoved, he hacked into my network, found my address and tried to kill me. As a result, Ronaldinho was mistaken for me

Strange event: the dead came back.

Master Weibo: Eight Sakura Demons

Terror value: AAAA

Event process

I feel very cold recently in summer. It's like someone is blowing a chill into his neck. She turned her head and there was no one behind her.

Snow falls behind her like petals. She walked quickly into the dormitory and opened her notebook. Someone left a message for her Weibo: I'm back. Xiao Ning. Have you received the gift for you?

In the summer, it turned out to be Zhao Tao. He has been dead for a month. She replied cautiously, Zhao Tao, is that you?

Once upon a time, a boy fell in love with a girl. He is very shy, so he weaves the words "I love you" into his scarf. I want to climb into the classroom from the outer wall of the school in the middle of the night and put it in the girls' desks. He imagined how touched the girl would be when she reached into her desk and felt the warm scarf.

Unfortunately, when he was about to open the window, the window suddenly opened itself. With the window facing out, he fell downstairs. Who is the man who pushed him? Where is the collar? So the boy began to knit and knit again, and finally he knitted a scarf. Xiao Ning, do you copy?

Summer is dizzy and always feels something is wrong.

At dawn, she heard a boy shout "Ah-"and then plop. She sat up in fear. Outside the window, the night is like ink. Xia can't sleep anymore. She opened her notebook again.

Someone updated Weibo again, this time it was Liu Bo: there was a boy who liked a girl very much. But he knew he wasn't good enough. He had an idea when he learned that someone was going to put a gift on Xia's desk. So I came to the classroom early and wanted to leave a note in the girl's desk: Do you like the gift I gave you? Liu Bo.

So that girls will think it's from him when they see the gift. Story hall ghost story cctop.gushiting

It's a pity that he came too early. Arriving early, he saw someone climb up from the window. In horror, he opened the window and the man kissed the earth freely. The boy regretted it. The boy who pushed the window has been living in fear. He thinks that if he is brave enough to knit a scarf for girls, maybe girls will really fall in love with him. So, when he understood all this, he was also knitting scarves for girls. Xiao Ning, I have knitted my scarf, too. Did you get it?

The last post is Zhao Tao and updated at the same time: Xia. We all like you. The scarf I gave you is in this world. Zhao Tao has been wearing a scarf around her neck for a long time. Do you feel warm now? I'll give you mine now, too

Summer in the mirror, looking at the empty neck, feels that the neck is really like a scarf, getting tighter and tighter. No, two bibs. One to the left and the other to the right, as if to cut her in half alive. She turned and jumped out of the window.

Liu Bo closed his notebook and stretched himself. A lot happened tonight. Making up ghost stories is scary. That girl named Xia always pretends to be on top and ignores anyone. A mouse appeared out of nowhere, which scared him to let out a cry. He couldn't sleep anyway, so he just made it up. I can't think of the name of male number two, so I'll take my own name.

Just then, someone posted on Weibo: Is it interesting to scare people with my name? Although I am underground, I don't like being imitated. But your Weibo is really creative. I'm the editor-in-chief here, and I need an editor. Come down and knit a scarf together. I will wait for you. Signature: Zhao Tao.

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