[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

*If Zhitao is a strange story.

"Have you heard? There is a super popular strange talk recently."

The girls got together to discuss, and their topics changed quickly, from makeup to hot gossip, and finally to weird talk.

"That one, the one with a string of numbers?" One of the girls wearing red round earrings remembered.

The girl who spoke looked at the phone, "Let me check, I found it! Call 944826."

"944, 826, is this the name of this strange talk? Is it a mobile phone number?" asked the girl wearing a double-layer mask.

"No, no, someone found this string of numbers, which is the user name of a website, but the website account was canceled not long ago, it seems that the owner of the account died."

"Dead?" The girl with the red earrings repeated in surprise, "How did you die?"

The girl with the mobile phone shook her head, "There are many theories on the Internet, some say that the ghost took his life, and some say that he was bullied..."

"In short, there are many theories."

The girl wearing a double-layer mask hadn't paid attention to the news in this regard, so she asked in a very puzzled manner: "Then what is this weird talk like?"

As soon as she said this, the girl on the phone became excited, put her hands in the air and clapped twice exaggeratedly, "I know that!"

"First, you have to prepare a box, and then at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, you have to stand in front of the box and turn on and off the lights repeatedly, and recite this number silently in your heart, and the box will take on a different shape in the dark."

"If you turn on the light at this moment, you'll see..."

Jiang Wenhao stood at the door, pressing his finger on the switch next to it, and focused his eyes on the black shadow in the front, which was the box in the corner and was square.

944826.

The box is square, 1 meter long, 1 meter wide, and square.

The box in the darkness was opened, and black hair flowed out of it, sliding like a stream of water, and a pair of red and cruel eyes were hidden in the box and peeked out.

9、4、4、8、2、6。

Jiang Wenhao turned on the light again, and the incandescent light emptily illuminated the world. The light made the monster hide back in the box, and the surroundings were the same as usual.

This is Jiang Wenhao's fifth time playing this ghost story, but he has never summoned the ghost body. It is said that it is a swollen corpse, some people say it is the limbs after the brain exploded, and some say it is a man whose face cannot be seen clearly.

He looked at the room in silence and turned off the lights again.

Jiang Wenhao likes to pursue excitement. Under the meager moral constraints, he has become more and more enjoying the feeling that his life is hanging by a thread. He not only enjoys the feeling of dominating other people's lives, but also enjoys the feeling of being in control of his own life.

Because he is guilty.

He was the one who drove the mother mad, slashed the child with a knife, and committed suicide. He was an unsaved demon.

The light disappeared, and the room darkened again. This was the tenth time that the light was turned on and off. Jiang Wenhao's thoughts were more focused on the box, and a hole was opened in the boxy box.

Something bulging rolled out of the box, gurgling and rolling. It was a fleshless human head, and more bones popped out of the box.

Turn on the light and say 944826 silently in your heart.Jiang Wenhao memorized all the order, and then...

— grab it.

Jiang Wenhao turned on the light suddenly, and the box made a crisp knocking sound, as if the monster had just retracted into the box.

He froze in place, and finally walked towards the box hesitantly. The incandescent lamp above his head was extraordinarily bright, illuminating all the dust floating in the air.

Jiang Wenhao put his hands on the box, and then slowly squatted down. He opened the box vigorously with both hands, and after opening it, there was a chill, like the breath exhaled from the mouth of a corpse.

He looked at the bottom of the box and saw clearly the monster hidden there.

It was a curled up boy, fluffy black hair scattered on the bluish-white skin, he was softly hidden in the box in an almost deformed posture.

18-year-old Jiang Wenhao stared blankly at the monster in the box, as if seeing a shiny golden butterfly flying out of a dirty sewer.

His hand slid in from the edge of the box and rested lightly on the monster's shoulder. The monster was wearing white short sleeves and a blue lapel collar.

It opened its eyes and looked at him with its chest heaving up and down. There were beads of sweat on its forehead, and its whole body was alive and cold, like melting ice.

"Are you..." Jiang Wenhao asked hesitantly, "944826?"

It stared straight at him with black and white eyes, didn't speak, and didn't make any movements, it just breathed in pain, and the dim school badge on its chest swayed.

Jiang Wenhao couldn't move his eyes away from it, as if he was also in this box, dying quietly with it, breathing hard, his soft yet hard lungs ferociously looting the remaining air.

He stared at it, his mind went blank, he could only hear the sound of rapid and weak breathing, it was his body that was helping him survive.

No one told Jiang Wenhao what to do after he was summoned, how to escape from the monster's hunting, he seemed to be able to die in the sound of maddening breathing.

But Jiang Wenhao was willing.

He couldn't bear to close his eyes, and focused on watching it struggling quietly in pain, like a butterfly falling into the water, cruelly beautiful, and palpitatingly charming.

so painful...

So you are so dead.

944826, if this number is typed out with the input method...

"Zhitao," Jiang Wenhao prostrated himself on the edge of the box, calling softly, "Is this your name?"

It suddenly stopped struggling, tears slid down its temples and sank into its hair, it whispered in a crying voice: "...help me."

I don't know when, Jiang Wenhao's suffocation also stopped, he caressed Zhitao's face lovingly, the soft touch was like a string connecting the hand and the heart.

Zhitao stretched out her long, slender arm, and it clung to his dark arm, like the morning mist sliding, from the fingertips to the face.

He wraps his arms around Jiang Wenhao's ears, a faint light from nowhere falls in his eyes, like a flower holding raindrops, he is still breathing, the cold air flows out from his lungs, and Jiang Wenhao Hao catches and swallows.

It was an inexplicable fragrance, very icy and cold. Jiang Wenhao felt cold all over his body, but his heart was beating faster and faster. His eyes were wide open, and his hands were frozen in place, not daring to move.

"... Help me." Zhitao cried again.

Whoever it is, help me.Jiang Wenhao seemed to hear his heart say this.

He was completely bewitched, and subconsciously asked: "How can I save you?"

His voice is dry and unlike his own, it is the fertile soil evaporated by stupidity, and the desert born from the accumulation of desires, it humblely and persistently asks: How can I save you.

Zhitao blinked, but didn't put her mind in front of him, he seemed to be sleepy, so he yawned quietly, then let go of his hands and fell down.

Jiang Wenhao was pulled away by an invisible hand. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free. He could only watch the hard box slowly close.

click.

The box was completely closed, and he rushed forward to open the box. The box was empty, only the screws in the corner were knocking lonely, and the deeper darkness was hidden inside.

"Hey," the colleague jumped away exaggeratedly after seeing him, "Did the handsome guy not sleep well last night?"

With two dark circles under his eyes, Jiang Wenhao sat down on his seat as if he was sleepwalking. After hearing what his colleague said, he thought to himself, why didn't he sleep well? He didn't sleep at all.

After finishing his work, he clicked on his mobile phone to search for 944826 strange stories. The most popular one was a suicide note. He had seen this suicide note before, but he didn't read it carefully. Jiang Wenhao leaned on the seat and clicked on the picture.

The suicide note was very long, full of incomprehensible descriptions, but one sentence caught Jiang Wenhao's attention.

[I'm sorry, you should come to me. ]

[Peach, I am willing to accompany you. ]

Jiang Wenhao held up the water glass, rested his fingers on the top of the screen, and finally slid to the signature position, and he whispered the name: "Lin Yi'an."

There is a lot of information related to Lin Yian, most of which are discussing his bizarre way of death. He died of suffocation by being stuffed alive into a box less than half a meter away. There were multiple fractures in his limbs, and his face was swollen and dark purple.

In addition, Jiang Wenhao also found a piece of social news, which roughly said that Lin Yian was suspected of killing Zhi, but because of the possibility of manslaughter and the person involved was underage, Lin Yian was finally sentenced to one year in prison.

Zhimou, Taotao, and Jiang Wenhao threw their phones on the table, and now he knew what the word zhitao was.

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Turn off the lights, stare at the box and say 944826 silently.

Jiang Wenhao stood in the dark and stared at the box, perhaps because his mood was completely different from before, no matter how he looked at the box, the box was honest.

He tried unconvincedly from twelve o'clock to four o'clock in the morning, but he still got nothing. This almost made Jiang Wenhao feel remorseful. Did he do something wrong?Did you disappoint Zhitao?

"Tsk." He turned off the light angrily, and decided to try one last time.

He has stayed up for four consecutive nights. Although Zhitao is important, he still knows that he can only see Zhitao if he has his life.

... Although in the last performance, Zhitao didn't seem to want him to die.

Jiang Wenhao's thoughts gradually went astray, and the social news rarely described Zhitao, only saying that he was a 16-year-old xx middle school student, and that he was an orphan, nothing else.

This is also the protection of the victim.Jiang Wenhao thought, and then he focused his eyes on the box, and probably won't see Zhitao today.

Suddenly, he noticed a slight gasp, he squinted his eyes to look at the box, the box seemed to be opened just now, and he walked quickly to the box.

When he walked to the box, he hesitated again. Could this be his illusion again?He had seen a similar scene before, but every time he returned without success.

Jiang Wenhao licked his lips, finally opened the box, a familiar white came into view, his heart beat fast, and sweat oozes from his palms.

Zhitao sat in the box with her knees hugged, raised her head and asked timidly, "Are you calling me?"

Jiang Wenhao was so excited that he couldn't speak, he could only nod his head desperately, feeling that his brain could be shaken evenly by himself.

It took a while for him to recover his voice: "I, my name is Jiang Wenhao."

"you……"

Zhitao obediently listened to him.

Seeing Zhitao's eyes, Jiang Wenhao softened his heart, and asked softly, "Do you want to stay here?"

"I can always be with you."

The pale-skinned Zhitao tilted her head, smiled at him and said, "Guess."