"Her laptop was a notebook, the screen slightly tilted downward. I calmed down for a while and waited for the phone to stop ringing before I dared to go over."

"I slowly opened her screen and found that the screen was black, but not the kind of black when the screen is off, but... there was a picture on it, but the picture itself was black."

"Saying it's black is not quite right, it should... it should be said to be blurred!" The girl said as if to confirm, "The picture looks like it's covered with a gray filter, and the black areas are uneven, with only blurry outlines."

Hearing the girl's description, Fatty and Huai Yi were obviously a little nervous. They had seen similar scenes, but the results were not very good.

Jiang Cheng, on the other hand, remained very calm, his eyes looking at the girl, full of concern. He took the girl's trembling hand and said softly, "Don't be afraid, we're all here."

But this time, Jiang Cheng's comfort didn't have much effect. The girl's body couldn't stop trembling, and her voice became strange. "I had a feeling at the time that as long as I got closer to the screen, just a little bit closer, I could see what was on the screen."

"And then?" Someone urged, a man wearing a plaid scarf.

The girl was stunned by the question, and then, as if suddenly realizing something, she shook her head violently. "But I didn't. I was scared. I don't know what I was thinking at the time. I took my phone and called my roommate again to see what would happen this time."

The next second, the girl suddenly raised her head, her face long devoid of color, turning pale and desperate. "It rang, the phone rang again!"

"It's coming from the computer... no, it's from the screen, it's from the screen!!"

"There's something flashing in the screen, slightly dispelling the surrounding darkness. It's my roommate's phone!" The girl said in horror, "I also saw a pale hand holding that phone. It's my roommate, it's definitely her. There's a four-leaf clover bracelet on the wrist of that hand, it's the one I gave her!"

"Are you saying your roommate appeared in the video?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"It's not appearing, she was dragged in, just because she didn't come here on time. That post is real, it's a curse!"

"Then... then..." The girl gasped violently, "The picture on the screen suddenly changed. First, everything disappeared, turning into pure darkness. Then, a crack suddenly opened in the middle of the picture, and light shone through the crack."

"As the crack grew larger, I saw the back of a person through it."

"It's me, it's myself!"

"I was standing in front of the computer with my back to it, still holding my phone in my hand."

"I also heard the creaking sound of a cabinet door being pushed open, but it wasn't coming from the computer," the girl suddenly broke down, saying with a sob, "It's behind me!"

Everyone immediately thought of the wardrobe with the corner of clothing showing earlier. It seemed that there was indeed something hidden inside, but it wasn't her roommate, but... something else.

"I fainted. When I woke up again, I was lying in the school infirmary. My classmate next door noticed something was wrong and saw me lying on the ground through the window."

"But when you woke up, you found that your roommate was really gone," Jiang Cheng asked, "right?"

The girl nodded and said softly, "Yes, she disappeared."

After a moment, the girl raised her head again and asked in a pleading tone, "Does this... does this count as completing the task?"

After all, she had just told a ghost story, which could be considered fulfilling the requirements of that mysterious post.

"Who knows?" The thin, tall man also showed a helpless expression. He adjusted his glasses, as if he had made up his mind. "Never mind, I'll tell the next one."

The thin, tall man paused, then suddenly lowered his voice, "The name of my story is Dong."

His voice was very magnetic, giving everyone a sense of immersion. "Once upon a time, there was a writer who stayed in an apartment while scouting for material in another place."

"The apartment was relatively old and located in a remote area, but fortunately the rent was cheap and it was quiet, so the writer was very satisfied."

"He went out to scout for material during the day and wrote in his room at night."

"Unexpectedly, he was very lucky. On the first day, he came across a very good story during his daytime visits. In the evening, his thoughts were clear, and he wrote in the study until very late before returning to the bedroom to sleep."

"But as he was sleeping, he suddenly woke up, not from a nightmare, but from being disturbed. He heard a very strange sound."

"Dong."

"Dong."

......

The sound was very rhythmic, about once every ten seconds, like someone was hitting the wall hard.

He followed the sound and found that it was coming from the direction of the study.

The same room he had been writing in.

He couldn't help but feel suspicious. He slowly opened the bedroom door and walked towards the study. The knocking sound became clearer and clearer along the way.

He was sure that the knocking was coming from the study.

Holding a fruit knife in his hand, the writer quickly pulled open the study door.

Then he turned on the light.

But there was no one inside, only his laptop was on, the screen emitting a dim light.

"No one?"

Not only was there no one, but after he opened the door, the "dong, dong" knocking sound disappeared.

The study was not big, and there were only a few places to hide. He checked it once and found nothing. There was no sign that anything he had placed in the study had been touched.

"Is it because I've been under too much pressure recently?" The writer muttered to himself. He was too tired, so he didn't take the matter seriously and turned around to go back to sleep.

The next day came, and again, late at night, he was awakened by a knocking sound. As soon as he opened the study door, the knocking sound disappeared again.

Once might be due to pressure, but if it happened twice in a row, the matter was not so simple. He suspected that someone was doing it on purpose.

Most likely the neighbor next door.

He went to the wall of the study that was close to the next room and knocked hard a few times, and found that it sounded similar to what he had heard.

He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he actually heard a sound coming from next door.

Early the next morning, the writer ran to the next door and knocked "dong, dong" on the door. He knocked for a long time, but not to mention someone opening the door, there wasn't a sound inside.

"Don't play dead with me, I know you're home!" The writer stood in front of the door and questioned, "Weren't you knocking pretty hard last night? If you have the ability, don't be a coward, come out and face me!"

Seeing that the other party didn't dare to say anything, the writer waved his hand. He turned around and went downstairs, and happened to meet the landlord who rented the house to him. He angrily told the landlord about what had happened at night.

The landlord was an old woman who was getting on in years, wearing reading glasses, and walking unsteadily. After hearing the writer's story, she said with disbelief, "Young man, are you mistaken? No one has lived next door for a long time. It's been empty for years."