Fatal Mystery Boxes(1)

Author: Hei Yue

I once received a mystery box, with the body of my ex-girlfriend in it.

Some time ago, the monitor shared a link in our high-school chat group. He also generously launched a lucky draw in the chat group.

The chat group which was once silent became active all of a sudden.

After I joined the lucky draw, I saw the monitor send a message: My friends, here is my new item——Dream Mystery Box. Please download it and register as a member. As a reward, you can receive mystery boxes for a whole month for free.

After seeing his message, those who were in the chat group started talking about it.

Since many of them had just joined the lucky draw, they were willing to support him, and so was I. After all, it was free.

After downloading the app of Dream Mystery Box, I registered and uploaded my address. Then I just forgot it.

Surprisingly, a heavy package arrived the next day. The sender of it was Dream Mystery Box.

I opened the package at once and was so surprised then. There was a 2080 Ti GPU in it.

I had been dreaming of it for such a long time. Although I had looked for the GPU recently, I did not have enough money to buy it, while the first mystery box realized my dream.

I quickly installed the GPU on my computer. After checking for a while, I was sure this was a brand-new GPU.

The monitor's item was reliable!

So I hurriedly opened the app. The homepage of it was a simple picture of the mystery box.

And on the personal information page, it showed that my member rights would be overdue after 29 days.

I also found a caution notice on the page where I could pick up the mystery box: Your registration would be treated as an agreement to participate in the monthly activity to pick up the mystery box. You cannot quit in advance or you will take all of the responsibility. The activity will end automatically thirty days after you pick up the mystery box. The members could also end the activity after picking up the final great box.

Who would refuse such free mystery boxes, except for fools?

When I entered the chat group again, I saw my classmates had already been talking intensely there.

Luxury watches, perfume, Gameboy... They all received what they wanted.

And all of these came from Dream Mystery Boxes.

I thanked the monitor as well as those who had also received what they wanted.

The monitor sent a smile emoji and said proudly, "You're welcome. Be quick, the quota of this is limited."

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The next day, I received the second mystery box and in which there was a PS5, which was also what I wanted.

A problem suddenly came into my mind. How could I always get what I want from the mystery box?

But I felt relieved after thinking that a lot of apps had AI monitors and big data systems.

In the chat group, everyone was showing off what they got from the mystery boxes.

On the third day, I received a luxury watch from the mystery box and put it on my wrist, flashing it on my social media.

Soon, I received a lot of likes and comments, which made me feel vain.

What made me more excited was that the goddess I liked, Lara Moore, sent me a message: Kol, did you make a fortune? What about having a meal with me?

Lara was my colleague when I was still in the company. She was as lovely and tall as I loved.

But I was fired by the company later and became a freelancer. I did not live a good life, so I dared not contact her any longer.

I heard that she was quickly promoted to department manager in the company. So her proactive contact made me a little surprised.

I lied that I made some achievements in my career, and told her I would treat her to a meal after this busy time.

During the chat, she was very enthusiastic and said that we had not met for a long time. She also invited me for a meal.

I answered her invitation for tomorrow's appointment.

The mystery box arrived on time the next day with a bottle of luxury perfume inside, decorated with an elegant box. This perfume just solved the problem of the gift for my goddess.

I carefully dressed up, changed into the most expensive clothes, and went out with the perfume.

When I saw Lara again, she was in a snow-white dress. Her skin was fair and beautiful.

I was nervous when having dinner with her, and I even stammered a little. However, she was very gentle and did not care about my gaffe.

After the meal, I took the initiative to pay the bill, taking a hit to my wallet.

We went to a cafe together and chatted there. Lara stirred the coffee elegantly, while I was a little embarrassed sitting opposite her.

She looked at me and asked carefully, "You must have a remarkable revenue from the live broadcast."

"Just so so. About ten thousand dollars a month." I lowered my head and pretended to be calm.

In fact, I was lying to her. My monthly income was only a thousand dollars, which was earned by staying up late to do live broadcasts every day.

"Wow! That's a lot. You do a good job. Should I have to make an appointment if I want to see you after you become an internet celebrity?"

She said with a teasing tone, and full of admiration.

I handed the perfume box to her by the way and said, "This is a gift for you."

As Lara opened the gift, she was so happy. "This is the latest Chanel perfume. I've already wanted it."

She picked up the perfume and excitedly thanked me.

I said nothing but my heart was filled with sweet.

When we were about to leave, Lara suddenly asked me, "Do you feel cold?"

I said foolishly, "No."

"Let me check it out." She naughtily blinked her eyes.

Then, she took my hand. I was stunned. She must be hinting at me.

When I got home, my mind was full of her and I could not concentrate on broadcasting.

My classmates were still talking about what they received intensely in the chat group.

Ned Gibbson suddenly asked, "How do you deal with these gifts?"

Michell Jones said, "I used them myself."

So as Mike Johnson and Nathan Hyde.

However, Ralph Keller said that he had sold all the things he had received from the mystery box and made a lot of money.

A lot of other classmates did the same thing as Ralph Keller.

Watching their discussion, I felt a little ashamed of my lack of economic mind.

On the fifth day, I opened the mystery box and saw a luxury bag inside, which was obviously expensive.

I sold the previous GPU, PS5, and luxury watch on the Internet. To pursue Lara, I must have enough money.

These things were sold quickly and I gained a lot of money. So I invited Lara this night.

After dinner, I gave her the bag. She was so surprised that she finally shook her head and gave the bag back to me. "Kol, this is too expensive. I can't take it."

I saw she liked this bag very much, so I said generously, "I have given it to you and I will never take it back. If you don't like it, just throw it away."

Lara was a little shy and finally took the bag. She looked at me. "Kol, you're so nice."

I boldly reached out to hold her in my arms. She didn't resist.

When we were about to return, Lara suddenly received a phone call and she left alone.

I looked at her back and sighed.

On the sixth day, there was a diamond necklace in the mystery box. Again, I invited Lara and put it on her neck.

That night, she admitted the relationship between us, but she left in advance for company business.

On the seventh day, there was a silver bracelet in the mystery box.

On the eighth day, a female windbreak.

The ninth day, some cosmetics.

The tenth day, an Apple phone.

I addicted myself to date with Lara. I gave all I received from the mystery box to her as gifts. She only dated me every night but never stayed for the night.

Still, a few people showed off their gifts, but the chat group had become quieter and there were fewer people talking. However, I did not care about such a situation.

On the eleventh day, I got a pair of diamond rings from the mystery box.

I was so happy. Was that a hint asking me to propose to her?

So I appointed a restaurant with a nice atmosphere that night in advance and asked the owner of the restaurant to design the part of the proposal.

That night, we were both happy chatting. And I found a chance to take out the rings and propose.

All the staff in the restaurant gathered around. They cheered and shouted, "Marry him! Marry him!"

Lara was so moved that her eyes were full of tears and agreed to my proposal.

I put the ring on her ring finger and could not believe at a second that the happiness came so quickly.

I was so excited that I drank a lot. And she followed me to the hotel. She asked me for another cup. Then I was drunk.

When I woke up again, I didn't see Lara.

I rubbed my head and hurriedly picked up my phone to send a message to Lara. "Honey, I was drunk last night. Where are you?"

As soon as the message was sent out, a red exclamation mark appeared. I immediately sobered up.

What fuck! I was blacklisted by Lara?

I hurriedly called Lara.

Lara's voice became extremely cold and impatient.

I asked carefully, "Lara, why did you blacklist me?"

"Liar! You are not a celebrity! And you are poor! You have told me everything after you were drunk."

"Please, Listen to my explanation."

"No, I don't want your explanation. Liar! Get off!"

The phone was hung up immediately and I was dumbfounded. But I could not get through-the line any more.

I lay on the bed limply and could not find any way to remedy our relationship.

In the afternoon, I went to her company to talk to her, but I was told that she had resigned a long time ago.

I didn't know anything about her and I suddenly realized that I was deceived.

I could do nothing but curse her for hundreds of times and was depressed for a few days.

The mystery boxes arrived in these days were also filled with expensive feminine belongings. How ironic it was!

I forced myself to calm down and put these belongings on the internet for sale. Feeling bored, I browsed the online trade platform.

But after a while, my face suddenly changed.

I saw a luxury bag which was the same as the one I gave to Lara.

Without thinking, I clicked on it. The description inside really pissed me off.

This luxury bag was priced at 12,000 dollars.

The owner of this online store was a man. There was another description: Given by GF's sucker more than one hundred thousand dollars. On sale at a low price.

Not only this bag, but the other things I gave her were also in his store.

And the descriptions of these things were almost the same: Given by GF's sucker. No receipt. On sale at a low price.

What broke my heart most was that wedding ring.

"Personally designed wedding ring. Given by GF's pursuer. The other one is held by the sucker. On sale at a low price."

The comments under the pictures were more disgusting. The hottest comment was: What kind of sucker he was? How could he be so rich as a poodle?

The owner interacted below. " Just a sucker and pauper in good luck. I guess he must have overdraft a lot of credit cards."

"So you just watch your gf date with him?"

"It doesn't matter. They just hold hands. That guy is really stupid. He didn't realize that he was cheated at all."

The comments below were full of sarcasm.

I sat limply on the ground, sliding down from the side of the bed. My fingers clutched the phone tightly.

It turned out that I was just a fool sucker from the beginning to the end. That bitch already had a boyfriend. She cheated me from the beginning!

I changed a number and called Lara again, preparing to get the gift back, because she really didn't deserve those gifts.

When Lara recognized me, she said confidently, "You gave it to me willingly. I have no need to return."

I was annoyed. "You will pay for what you do if you don't return."

She sneered and said, "What can you do? Call the police? Just go ahead. You must be getting these in an illegal way. I'll wait for you to call the police."

After that, she hung up the phone directly.

The more I thought about it, the more unwilling I became. I even came up with many ways to take revenge on this shameless couple, but it was only a thought.

I scolded myself for asking for it and continued to do live broadcasts to make money.

I opened the chat group occasionally and found that less and less people talked there.

On the fifteenth day, the new mystery box arrived, extremely strange.

The courier sent a huge rectangular box to the door of my house. He was so tired that he couldn't help complaining when he signed the receipt, "Dude, this delivery is really heavy."

I signed the express delivery in embarrassment. It took me a lot of effort to drag the delivery back to the room.

Was it a fridge? Or an air-conditioning? It was too heavy.

After opening the box, I was stunned. It was a coffin!