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The bell tower of the suspenseful story

A story with suspense and horror atmosphere

DaoistqPYvIr · Terror
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6 Chs

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The summer days are extraordinarily long, and although it is already past five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is still releasing its heat wantonly. Ah Shu carried a slightly bulging bag on his back, drove a white light motorcycle, and galloped towards the way home.

It was a small island surrounded by the sea, with only a wooden bridge facing the city from the north. Ah Shu parked the car on the side of the bridge, facing the island, infinite thoughts came to his heart, and his thoughts kept jumping. This is where Ah Shu's hometown is, and although he has been away for a few months, everything here is still so familiar.

Taking a deep breath, although the faint salt smell of the sea water was pungent, Ah Shu felt extremely relaxed.

The car starts again at this end of the bridge, and the surface of the wooden bridge rises and falls, and the driver is affected by the bumps, which will inevitably be a little uncomfortable, but the bridge road of more than 1,000 meters is still comfortable. At this end of the bridge, in addition to the fishy smell, there is more of the fragrance of the island's green trees and red flowers. What catches people's eyes are scattered fishing houses, some old people drying fishing nets, and groups of children playing nearby. What a scene of living and working in peace!

The village is at the foot of the hills, and to be precise, the island juts out two hills on the north side. To the outside, it would seem like the whole island is made up of two hills. In fact, although the mountains are very close to each other, there is a road in the middle, which is enough for a large truck to enter and exit. Ah Shu couldn't wait to drive his motorcycle on the weedy trail. Passing through these two small hills, there is a different view: endless sea, golden sand, blue sky, and several small hotels located next to the beach. The rest is only the most conspicuous and macroscopic European-style bell tower. And Ah Shu's home is this building that is incompatible with the island.

"Boom-boom-" The stiff motor started again. Ah Shu looked at the bell tower standing in the woods and drove towards the flat path.

An astonishing sight unfolded before his eyes: a burly man, dressed in splendid clothes, his face contorted with fear, lying flat on all fours, showing no signs of struggling, lying in a pool of blood, the marble behind his head stained with blood. About two meters from his body, there is also a leather coat.

"Corpses!" All that flashed through Ah Shu's mind were these two words. At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps. A crowd of brightly dressed people swarmed out of the bell tower gates. A tall woman was covered in tears, crying delicately, "Mr. Zhang-" With a cry, the woman had run from the crowd to the man who was lying in a pool of blood about five meters away. Tears poured down! "Call the police—" The scene began to be a little chaotic, but the woman's self-control was clearly good.

"Manager Ye, Mr. Zhang, he-" A burly man followed.

"Call the police, he's—" The woman repeated.

Everyone calmed down all at once, yes! A woman can be so calm and calm, how can these big men mess up?

Ah Shu looked up at the bell tower, the bell tower was in the shape of a staircase, although the hall on the third floor and the balcony on the fifth floor were full of bright lights, but on this island, the night seemed to have swallowed up all light, and this little light, in the dark curtain, was disproportionate. The sea breeze blows coldly; People can't help but feel a chill. And in the air, the smell of condensed blood has not dissipated for a long time; The clock tower at this time is a little more terrifying.

Ah Shu ignores these: people who travel through the city, overwhelmed by money, worldliness, and darkness. Even if it was the cold corpse, he just wanted to get some rest.

The car, turned off the fire, stopped in the corridor of the cathedral on the first floor. Ah Shu felt his body heavy, step after step, as if he had to do his best with every step.

Walking through the crowd and into the gate, the stone statue of Jesus stands in front of the church, and rows of seats are neatly placed next to each other. None of this is so important, Ah Shu just wants to sit quietly on the last row of wooden chairs, thinking...

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