I walked out of the kitchen, not knowing where to look for it. Suddenly, I thought there was another bathroom, so I pushed the door and went in. I looked around, but still got nothing. I decided to borrow a flashlight from a classmate's house to look for it. I stood in the hall and was about to leave when suddenly I smelled a smell of smoke, not the kind of smoke burning paper, but the smell of cigarettes. I was very sensitive to the smell of smoke since I was a child. I can tell the brand of my father's cigarette just by smelling it, but this time I have never smelled the smoke before. Is there anyone smoking here? I walked up and down, my eyes wide open in the dark, trying to see the light of the cigarette butt, but there was nothing. The smell of smoke was getting stronger and stronger. In the silence, I didn't know if I had heard it wrong, but there was a slight sound of flicking ash. The direction of the sound could also be determined. It was right in front of me. 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Not knowing what to do, just then she raised her head again, spoke to me, said a word, stopped for a moment, looked at my reaction, and then said it again. But I didn't hear a word. In order to hear clearly, I moved a small step towards her. Unexpectedly, it was this step that made the voice much louder than before. So I approached her step by step. She raised her head slowly and looked at me, bit by bit, bit by bit. Finally, I found that I finally heard what she said to me. She said to me.. With a "click", the other party hung up. The next day, Chen Xiaolu told me that she was so frightened that she couldn't sleep at all. She got up to light all the lights in the house and took a sleeping pill, but she didn't sleep all night. She didn't even dare to go to the bathroom in her own house. 128 Speaking of horror stories, let me think of a person by the way, although there are many writers who write horror stories in China (such as Pu Songling, who wrote Strange Tales of Liaozhai), but in my opinion, the general level is more bizarre than horrible. Strangely, the most impressive one is from my middle school textbook, which was written by Lu Xun. The title seems to be Medicine. The story is about the experience of a person's blood steamed bread, which makes me admit that Lu Xun really deserves to be a good hand in horror fiction. It's easy to prove this. You just need to look at me to understand the reason. To be honest, it's been more than ten years since I finished reading the text. I've developed the habit of eating rice, and I dare not look at the steamed bread again. 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