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Late at night, Zhao Ze brought a lunch box from outside the school and returned to his dormitory. All his roommates had gone out, leaving him alone.

He quickly turned on the computer and wandered around the supernatural forum out of boredom. Suddenly, he saw a post called "Scary Stories That Are Not Scary".

Zhao Ze curiously put the lunch box next to the computer and clicked on the post: Dear, those who read horror stories, please take a detour. The following reply can be seen.

Although there are many such pranks on the Internet, Zhao Ze still replied with a smile incredulously because he was too bored. After refreshing, a new row of small characters appeared below: A certain person was in the dormitory, eating a box lunch, and was held to death by an umbrella!

Zhao Ze almost burst out laughing. This guy is very good at making pranks. Who could be unlucky enough to eat and be choked to death? It was a completely bad joke. He closed the web page and his stomach began to growl. Zhao Ze

He quickly took out the lunch box and ate it on the table. He didn't pay attention to those words at all. The lunch box tasted good, but it was a little sticky. Zhao Ze knew that the polyethylene melted away when heated. But slowly

Yes, Zhao Ze began to realize that something was wrong, it was too sticky, like eating a ball of mud!

Many sticky rice grains turned into a rice ball and got stuck in his throat. No matter how hard he swallowed, he couldn't swallow it, and his breathing began to become rapid.

"Uh...uh..." Zhao Ze panicked, digging at it with his hands and pouring water desperately, but all in vain.

Fortunately, Zhao Ze, whose cheeks were red from holding back, was still clear-headed. He had to have something long and thin to push the rice balls down, otherwise he would suffocate to death!

Old-fashioned umbrella, there happens to be an old-fashioned umbrella on the upper bunk!

Zhao Ze quickly climbed to the upper bunk and found the dark umbrella. As expected, there was an iron tip in front of it! He carefully put the iron tip into his hand, raised his head, and entered the throat bit by bit. Immediately

, the iron tip was about to touch the rice ball, but Zhao Ze was afraid of hurting himself and did not dare to use force.

It became increasingly difficult to breathe. Zhao Ze suddenly became cruel and stabbed inwards!

The moment the rice ball went down, he felt unprecedentedly happy, but the next second, the old-fashioned umbrella seemed to be possessed by a soul. No matter how hard he pulled it out, he couldn't pull it out, and it stuck straight into Zhao Ze.

in the stomach.

He staggered and fell out of bed. His umbrella was opened by a strong force, and the wires pierced Zhao Ze's body. Yin Hong's blood spurted out instantly, just like the constant drizzle outside the window.

Dear, thank you for your reply. The story has been told. I am Zhao Ze. I finally found the person to tell the next story!

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Chapter completed!