Why don't you have a normal person on board?

Chapter 89 Your Scary Story Can't Tell Without Paper, Can It?
After realizing this incident, the remaining seven dead people turned their heads angrily, and looked at Tong Qiu with an innocent face, "How dare you lie to us!"

"You can't say that," Tong Qiu, with an innocent face, spoke convincingly, "A dead person is a dead person, and a ghost is a ghost. One is an objective existence, and the other is a product of fantasy. Of course, there is a substantial difference. It's like A security guard who works in a funeral home, you can't force him not to be afraid of ghosts, can you?"

The seven dead men looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling that what he said seemed to make sense.

But the fact that Tongqiu killed the second child still made them feel very angry, so they decisively put forward their own suggestions, "Since you find it scary no matter what story we tell, then let's not tell it and let you Come on! If you can't tell a horror story that satisfies us, we'll kill you!"

There were some echoing voices around, "Yes! And you can't have the word ghost in your story! Let's see how scary your horror story without the word ghost can be!"

"that is!"

Seeing that things have developed to this point, Tongqiu could only nod helplessly, "Okay, since you all said that, then let me tell my ghost story. But as I said earlier, my story may only be A simple scene, but be careful not to be intimidated."

Obviously they are in the middle of the dead, they really don't know where Tongqiu's self-confidence comes from.

Taking a deep breath, Tongqiu began to slowly tell his own ghost story.

"When I was still in school, one day, all my roommates went to class, but I chose to skip class and play games in the dormitory alone."

The dead people listened carefully to every word Tongqiu said. This kind of beginning is normal for most horror stories. For the group of dead people who fought, it can only be regarded as a very boring story.

Just when the seven dead people lost interest in the horror story Tongqiu told, Tongqiu's next words made them feel that something was wrong.

"But suddenly, I felt a surge in my stomach and a sharp pain in my abdomen, so I rushed into the toilet with my roommate's paper and started to empty my body of impurities."

Among the dead, one or two expressed their confusion.

"I understand this plot, and what follows is nothing more than something that should not come out of the toilet. I have heard this kind of plot a lot."

"No, why are you emphasizing the matter of 'holding a roommate's paper'? Does this have anything to do with your story..."

Tong Qiu glared fiercely at the two talking dead men, and motioned for them to finish listening before making his own comments.

"After I emptied the impurities in my body, I started to pump paper, but! At this moment, I suddenly discovered a terrible thing!"

The sudden unfolding made the dead people realize the difference in Tongqiu's story. Even though there was no weird foreshadowing ahead, Tongqiu said something terrible happened suddenly?This is how the same thing?

Tongqiu said the second half of the sentence with a serious face, "In my roommate's pack of toilet paper... there is only one piece of paper!"

"..."

"You call this a horrible thing? I want to wipe your ass with your head now!"

Tong Qiu signaled them to calm down, "The main event hasn't started yet, don't worry.

"I'm a little impatient. It's definitely not enough to wipe my butt with such a piece of paper. I even started to wonder if I should save this piece of paper to wipe my hands later..."

Before the seven dead people expressed nausea and nausea, Tong Qiu raised his volume before everyone else, attracting everyone's attention, "But at this moment, suddenly a hand stretched out from under the toilet door Come out and hand over a pack of papers."

In the dormitory where there should be no one in theory, an extra hand suddenly appeared.

Although I don't know why this hand has to hand over a pack of papers, but the current plot development finally has some horror in it, which finally makes these dead people a little bit interested.

"At that time, I didn't realize that there was anything wrong, and I even took the tissue handed over with a playful smile," Tong Qiu continued to tell the horror story without changing his face, "Even, I even joked to the outside of the door. The person said: "What? You skipped class too? Are you afraid that the counselor will settle accounts with you?'"

The dead were discussing with each other in low voices, "The protagonist of this kind of horror story is disgusting. He is obviously in danger and can still smile happily. He has no sense of crisis on his face. If it weren't for the aura of the protagonist, he would have died a long time ago." I know how many times I have died!"

"That's right, this kind of protagonist deserves to survive? In my opinion, this kind of protagonist should be the next ghost, disgusting!"

Tong Qiu ignored their discussion, but continued to speak: "Then, I opened the door and looked at the person outside.

"But as soon as I opened the door, I regretted it, because I saw something even scarier." Tongqiu swallowed and said in a hoarse voice, "The one standing at the door of the toilet is my...counselor!"

There was no trace of blood on the pale faces of the dead.

Except for the word speechless, there are basically no words that can express their current emotions.

This is called a horror story?
Looking at the reactions of the dead people, Tongqiu probably guessed that they didn't seem too interested in this horror story, so he quickly adjusted his state and cleared his throat, "Well, I'll tell another horror story. It doesn't seem to be very good, but the horror story told this time must be deeply touched by everyone present."

"Last chance." The dead people's faces were darkened, and they chose to give Tongqiu another chance.

Straightening his expression, Tongqiu once again began to tell a new horror story, "One night, the family was asleep, and I... curled up in the bed, studying mathematics, seeking derivatives."

"Wait, why do you study mathematics at night?" The only woman among the seven dead people questioned, "And what does it mean to find a derivative? Is there any industry slang that I don't understand?"

Tong Qiu ignored what it said, and continued: "After being busy for a while, I finally found the derivative. But at this moment, I found that I don't have paper by my side."

"Why did you go around and get on the paper again? Your horror story can't go on without paper, right?" It was still the female deceased who raised her confusion.

And I don't know why, but the remaining male dead listened very seriously, obviously, any horror stories before this did not interest them that much.

What is going on here?

　When I took a shower last night, I wondered why the shampoo had no smell, so I quickly tested it, and it turned out that I had lost my sense of smell!I was startled, I thought the newly bought shampoo had expired!

　　broken
　　Where's my shower gel?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)