Mystery
Scapegoat
A year ago, on a whim, I told my wife a story.
Because the content was bizarre and the details were too realistic, she was scared out of her wits.
Afterwards, I deeply regretted it and emphasized countless times that the story was made up. But her trust in me had already collapsed, and the look in her eyes was filled with fear.
That night, she ran into the bathroom, locked the door, and called the police.
As a result, I ended up in jail.
Now, I am sorting out the whole incident as follows.
Don’t Contact the Strange Number from Your Dream
Should you take the initiative to add a stranger’s number that you saw in a dream?
Absolutely not!
Because you’ll never be able to guess what might be on the other end!
Skeleton Mystery
At the Dong Manor’s night banquet, the beautiful Singing Girl transformed into a Pink Skeleton.
The next day, I entered the manor to interrogate, but everyone gave the same answer: they saw nothing.
What was even more outrageous-
The coroner’s examination revealed that the skeleton was a man!
Killing Words
At our wedding, I whispered something in my husband’s ear.
Upon hearing it, he suffered a total breakdown and leaped to his death right then and there.
After he died, countless people-including the police-asked me what I had said.
I remained silent.
Five years later, while I was living in poverty, someone tracked me down. They offered a massive reward, wanting to buy those words from me.
He wanted to know exactly what kind of sentence could kill a man.
In that moment, I was overcome with excitement.
The person I had been waiting for had finally arrived.
Best Friend
When I was eighteen, I didn’t dare push open that door. Behind it, my best friend was playing adult games with the male writer I secretly loved.
I remembered that moment for ten long years. In that decade, my friend died, the writer stopped writing, and my life was ruined.
I respectfully composed a letter and mailed it to the man I had once loved from afar: Chen Song.
Wife Sacrifice
I’m a washed-up, eighteenth-tier starlet who spent three years playing the submissive role just to marry into the Jiang Family, the wealthiest clan in the Beijing circle.
My three-hundred-million-yuan ‘wedding of the century’ to Jiang Yuan, the family’s only son, instantly shot to the top of the trending searches.
However, a big shot from the metaphysics circle claimed I had the face of a concubine.
The livestream chat exploded immediately:
“That’s hilarious. It’s the year 3202-who still becomes a concubine?”
“Is it possible they don’t mean a concubine, but a mistress?”
My expression darkened. I joined the livestream and pulled out my marriage certificate for everyone to see.
To my surprise, the master simply said:
“Among the living, you are indeed the primary wife.
“But if we’re counting the dead… well, that’s a different story.”
The Last Bride of Shen Mansion
I married into an ancient manor. My husband was handsome and gentle, spending every day personally selecting hairpins and picking out dresses for me.
Later, I discovered the manor’s secret, and my eyes welled with tears of terror.
He said, “You’re trembling. It’s not because you’re afraid of me, is it?”
“It’s alright. You just haven’t adjusted yet. I’ll teach you, slowly…”
Bloody Revenge
When I was five years old, my mother and I died in a car accident.
The people who orchestrated the accident were my father and my mother’s best friend.
After receiving two insurance payouts, they got married and lived happily together as a family.
Occasionally, That Woman would get scared: “The mother and daughter who died-won’t they turn into Vengeful Ghosts and come back to take revenge on me?”
My father would laugh at her for being superstitious.
But they didn’t know-I wasn’t dead.
And the me who returned alive for revenge would be far more terrifying than any Vengeful Ghost.
My Ghostly Ex
After being cheated on.
Out of spite, I chose Xu Mo, the coldest and most aloof school heartthrob from high school.
In the dimly lit bathroom, he was unbelievably obedient.
Letting me do as I pleased, his body temperature was as cold as ice.
My fingers slowly reached for his belt.
But he grasped my wrist:
“Wait a moment, okay?”
I was stunned and looked up at him,
“Can you… save me?”