Weird Resurrection: From Teddy Bear to Dread Bear!.

Chapter 52 It’s staring at me, and it appears as soon as I close my eyes!
The night lights in the community looked dim and pale under the moonlight.

On the high stage, an actress in red costume is twisting her body, and her opera voice is gentle and sharp.

The crowd watching below swayed.

At two o'clock in the morning, everyone did not go to bed, but watched an opera downstairs.

The slender shadow of the costume was stretched straight by the moonlight.

Simultaneously.

There was a dim desk lamp on in a room on the third floor of the community.

A young girl was curled up on the bed, covering herself tightly with a quilt. She was very panicked and scared.

Drop drop-

"Hello, this is the XXX Public Security Bureau in H City. How can I help you?"

"Save me, come and save me."

Her frightened and trembling voice came from the other side of the phone, like a lamb surrounded by wolves.

"Are you in danger? Where? What kind of danger?"

"There's a ghost! There's a ghost. She's been staring at me for hours. Come and save me. I'm afraid I can't hold on any longer."

The little girl's body was shaking, and her voice was trembling with a faint cry.

Although she hid under the quilt, she still didn't dare to close her eyes. The dim light made her feel a little safe.

"Ma'am, we are the city police station. Please don't joke with us. We can obstruct justice."

"No, I'm not kidding, it's really there, it's staring at me, I'm so scared!"

At the Public Security Bureau, the operator was Zhang Xue, who had just graduated and taken up the post.

At this time, he sighed, feeling somewhat helpless. Someone nearby asked, "What's wrong? Is someone calling to play again?"

Zhang Xue nodded: "The person who called the police said that she had encountered a ghost, and the ghost had been staring at her for several hours."

The Public Security Bureau occasionally receives such inexplicable calls.

Many of them are harassing calls.

So everyone has become accustomed to it, let alone encountering ghosts.

Who among those who can enter the Public Security Bureau is not a person who studies things?
"From the voice, it seems like it's a little girl. Is she suffering from any mental illness? Ask her clearly." Zhang Xue sighed helplessly.

Immediately, adjust your tone.

Inquiring: "Little sister, could it be that you saw it wrong?"

"No! I can clearly feel her presence. She is bending over the bed and staring at me. Her makeup is like that of an opera singer. As long as I close my eyes, she will move. When I open my eyes, she will stay still. I am afraid to sleep now. Come and help me."

Zhang Xue was stunned: "As long as you close your eyes it will kill you, but if you don't close your eyes it won't move?"

Why doesn't this sound like a ghost? Instead, it sounds like the fear that many people feel before going to bed.

Not to mention other people, even Zhang Xue was afraid when she was a child, as if as long as she closed her eyes, there would be a ghost hiding in the corner of the house staring at her. She would only be safe if she opened her eyes or turned on the lights.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xue almost concluded that the little girl must have had a nightmare, or was worried about something. Anyway, she would not believe in ghosts.

"Is there no one at home, little girl? If you are scared, you can ask your parents to sleep with you."

"No one, my second mother has been taken away by the ghost. I dare not call her. I am scared. Can you come and save me?"

Zhang Xue was silent for a moment, then simply said, "Okay, may I ask where your address is? I'll send someone over right away."

"Happy Community. Wait, I feel it moving, it seems to be talking, can you hear it? It is singing, no, it is singing a song. Do you hear it?"

Suddenly, a little girl's frightened voice came from the phone.

But Zhang Xue didn't hear anything. She guessed that the little girl might really have some mental illness. "I didn't hear anything. Don't worry, little girl. I've asked the police to come over. Wait a moment. I can chat with you."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.

Zhang Xue seemed to be afraid that the little girl would do something ridiculous, so she asked, "Little sister, are you still there?"

"Shh-"

"Don't talk, I'm looking at it."

"It? Do you see it? Where is it?"

"The ceiling, it was looking at me from the ceiling. I couldn't see what it looked like, but its clothes were so long that they were about to fall on my bed. It started to get out, it climbed along the windowsill and jumped down. It jumped from the third floor!"

Zhang Xue stood up quickly. She was not sure what the ghost the little girl was talking about was.

Some mentally ill patients would see people around them as monsters and then hurt them. She was afraid that the little girl was the same.

"Sister, it's singing. I can't understand what it's singing, but it's so sharp and scary." [If Chu Renmei likes it, go listen to it yourself. The author is alone at home, thinking about the plot while listening. It's really exciting]

"I saw my stepmother, as well as the neighbors and my little sister. They were all watching the opera downstairs."

"Ah - they took off their heads, ah -"

Below, everyone was watching the play and listening to the sad and scary music.

Imitating the red figure above.

The red figure began to twist his body, and they also started, twisting his upper body ninety degrees, and they followed suit.

Then one hundred and eighty degrees!

Kachacha——

Bones began to break, and an inexplicable force broke everyone's waist, twisting it 180 degrees, and then 360 degrees.

Finally, he touched his head with both hands and picked it off gently.

Even after his head fell off, he kept smiling.

The headless body continued to twist, and blood splattered on the ground and wet the grass.

As the red figure on the stage twisted, it looked very soft and beautiful under the moonlight, except that it was missing something on its head.

A ray of moonlight, swaying in the gray world, a red dress, a face made-up, a piece of opera music, all the living are terrified.

"Dead. They are all dead. Everyone in the entire community is dead. I am so scared."

All dead? Zhang Xue swallowed her saliva. It was the first time she received such a scary call.

"Don't worry, little girl. The police will be here soon."

At the same time, call the police to urge them.

"This little girl is a little bit mentally unstable. Please hold on tight. I'm worried something might happen to her."

The police officer sat in the police car and glanced at the Amap. "We'll be there in two minutes. What did this little girl say that scared you so much?"

"He said some incomprehensible things, like singing opera, talking about ghosts, and even taking his head off. If I wasn't sitting in the police station, I would be scared by it."

"Singing opera?" The people on the police car side were startled: "Wait, did you hear any opera?"

Everyone in the car pricked up their ears very seriously: "I heard it, it was sung, it seemed to be Chu Renmei, I listened to it with my grandfather, who is listening to music so loudly in the middle of the night."

The car stopped.

The opera inside is still going strong.

"My love is in my heart, but my heart is broken."

(End of this chapter)