Thriller Paradise Chapter 74: Campus 7 Unbelievable (3)
Feng Bujue has come to the side of the well, but he didn't get too close. He just lowered his body, trying to look straight ahead with a slanted line of sight, instead of looking into the well.
He remembered the song word for word, "Don’t look at him, or bury the well with you". This is already an obvious reminder. Feng Bujue had no doubt, as long as he took a look at the things under the well. , It will immediately trigger the death FLAG... He doesn't want to be dragged down suddenly by some kind of force majeure, and the survival value will be zero in an instant.
"Who..." Feng Bujue raised his voice and shouted, "How about I find a rope and throw it down for you?"
The voice from the bottom of the well rang again after a few seconds: "I... alone... can't climb up..."
Feng Bujue felt a sense of amazement when he heard these words. He tentatively asked: "Then...how do I carry you up?"
The voice from the well simply replied: "Okay..."
Feng Bujue asked directly: "I'm not familiar with this school, do you know where there is a rope nearby?" He wanted to try how much hints he would give for this task.
This time, the other party did not answer, and the voice just repeated: "Help...help...I..."
Then, Feng Bujue said: "You wait, I will come back when I find the rope."
The voice did not express any objections, and kept calling for help.
Feng Bujue is actually a bit curious, what would happen if he didn’t go back, but think about it carefully, even if the guy at the bottom of the well doesn’t climb out to find himself, he will come back sooner or later to do this task. Up.
Leaving the well, Feng Bujue trot to the sports equipment room. He wanted to go in and search when he passed by before. At this time, he returned there in a familiar manner, and when the pipe pliers greeted him, he smashed the door lock.
Not long after, he found a thick rope that was grouped together, probably only used in tug-of-war. After trying his toughness, Feng Bujue coiled the rope and stuffed it into his suitcase after feeling that it was no problem. Then he went out and returned to the dry well.
When approached the dry well, the cry for help from the bottom of the well came out again. Feng Bujue didn’t hear it. He walked quickly and found a tree with the thickest trunk next to it, and fastened the rope to it. There was a dead knot. Then he came to the well and threw the other end of the rope down. It is estimated that this well will be ten meters deep, probably only six or seven meters deep. The rope must be enough.
The most troublesome problem now is the phone. Whether you are going down or coming up, you must use your hands. You can't hold the phone in your mouth... Besides, even if it's really stuck in your mouth, you can't pick it up when it rang halfway through the crawl. If there is a mistake and the phone falls down the well, then you will definitely be chased to death...
looked at the time. There are still seven minutes before the next call. Feng Bujue feels that there is no problem at this time. The person calling for help at the bottom of the well is probably the boy who appeared in the death clip just now. The stronger ones can lift him up, and it should be lighter after he becomes a ghost.
Feng Bujue made up his mind and no longer hesitated. After putting the phone on the ground, he grabbed the rope and sat on the edge of the well, facing the tree with his back to the mouth of the well, and then separated his two legs. Explore it down. Then, facing up, he stepped on the wall of the well, held the rope alternately with both hands, and moved down as quickly as possible. From the beginning to the end, he never looked down, just like that, with his back facing a ghost in all likelihood.
"Look up at the sky... the moon is smiling..." Feng Bujue went deep into the dry well, kept his back down, looked up from the well to the sky, unknowingly hummed a few words, and then he immediately Stopped, muttered to himself: "Rely... I sang this brainwashing melody inadvertently... Fortunately, there is no one nearby, so I feel embarrassed..."
After went down to the bottom of the well, Feng Bujue’s feet seemed to have stepped on the soft soil. He stood against the side wall of the well without looking back, leaving only a back view of the other party: "Where are you? Well, let me recite..."
Before he finished speaking, two **** arms stretched out from both sides of Feng Bujue's head, wrapping around the front of his neck. At the same time, he felt a "half" person posted on his back. Feng Bujue could be sure that even if the female player came down, she would be able to move the ghost, because the ghost's weight was very light, or...the body was not complete at all.
"Hmm..." Feng Bujue wanted to say something and stopped. He wanted to spit out habitually, and the words had reached his lips, but after a little pondering, it was not right... In this situation, the other party Some of the characteristics of the body that are obviously different from those of human beings are broken, which may also lead to bad development. Something like "Why don't you climb up on your own with such a brisk skill", "Why the skin on your arms is rotten", "How do I feel that there is nothing below your waist", "Is your abdominal cavity dripping water? "All of these are forbidden sentences.
At the end of countless ghost stories, countless protagonists will say to someone who looks like a human: I just ran into a ghost, how did you look like... Then they got the same thing Respond, "Is it like this"! Then it was killed.
Feng Bujue doesn’t want to take this kind of risk. His neck is still in the control of the other party. If this ghost is reminded by him, he suddenly realizes that he is really a ghost, then it must be a good thing. The death FLAG, absolutely can not mention those.
"Grab steady, I'm going to climb up." Feng Bujue completely ignored the strong cues from smells and sounds, and ignored the two **** arms under his chin. He greeted him and carried him on his back. The ghost climbed up.
I didn't even look down when I went down the well. The overall feeling was like walking backwards. When I went up, he was walking in the direction of his gaze~IndoMTL.com~ so he climbed up very fast. And what he was carrying on his back was really not heavy, and it was not a big burden.
It only took more than four minutes to go up and down in this dry well. Feng Bujue came to stand still outside the well, panting well, still not daring to care, he did not rush to pick up the phone, but took out the pipe wrench again, and said to the thing clinging to his back: "It's already out, you can go home."
The voice of words rang from the back of Feng Bujue’s neck, like a cold wind blowing over the back of his neck: "Back to...home..."
The next few seconds are suffocating silence.
"Thank you..." This was the ghost's last response.
Feng Bujue heard these words, the icy chill around him suddenly disappeared, and the feeling of carrying something behind his back disappeared. At this time, he took a long breath and turned his head back.
Under the silver moonlight, the appearance of the dry well has changed. The head of the well is not open, but is sealed by a cement board. The thick rope in Feng Bujue's hand was still tied to the tree at one end, but it was thrown into the other end of the well, and it was now piled beside the well.
Maybe Feng Bujue had never been in this well before, maybe he went... somewhere else. And he rescued the boy from that place.
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The newspaper clipping in the hands of the rain, the last paragraph says:
Heisei ten years, autumn.
A student’s parents invited the onmyoji to practice. When he left, the onmyoji claimed to have cut the grieving spirit, but his own way was still unable to make him a Buddha.
The author asked repeatedly, and the Onmyoji left "Do you want me to go to ‘there’ and recite him?", leaving angrily.
Since then, the well head has been re-sealed with cement, and there is still no abnormality.