No one has ever inquired about the authenticity of this story, but it is indeed the magical experience of an honest girl.
She, a fourteen-year-old girl, a first-year junior high school student, was on her way home from school after evening self-study.
The teacher wants to reelect her as a study committee member. She has made rapid progress, which has always been her dream. What could make her happier?
She hummed softly and walked briskly. When she walked to the ninth streetlight on the east side of the bridge, she was not afraid of ghost stories . She saw a girl slightly older than herself looking down in the grass under the streetlight. What, she looked at the big girl as she walked.
"little sister"
She stopped.
"what time is it now?"
She looked at her watch and said, "It's half past nine."
So the big girl lowered her head and continued to look for her things.
She didn't know if she should help her, but the thought flashed away and disappeared. She wasn't afraid of ghost stories , because she didn't have the courage to stay with a stranger for too long at night. So she continued on her way. On the way home from school the next night, she met the older girl again, again with the same words and at the same time.
Originally, she shouldn't have taken this matter to heart, but what happened next could not help but make her unforgettable forever.
From then on, she met the older girl several times in a row at the same place and at the same time, and they always asked and answered the same question!
"Mom, I keep bumping into a girl looking for something under the streetlight after school these days, always asking me the time!" Finally one day, I mentioned this matter to my parents while having dinner.
"Ignore her, people are unpredictable now, be careful not to be deceived!"
Originally, the matter was over by this time, but her grandma happened to hear it.
Her grandmother was a relatively superstitious Taoist nun. She was criticized during the Cultural Revolution, so she did not dare to mention superstition for a long time.
So, when she went to wash the dishes, her grandma asked her if these situations were true. As soon as she heard what her grandma said, she said, "You are being superstitious again!" Her grandma said, "I just think you are This is a bit strange, maybe you have met a ghost, let me help you calculate whether you met the same girl under the streetlight on a certain day of the month."
"Yes, I told you just now when we were eating."
"Then she asked you what time it was."
"I said it just now."
"Then have you noticed that she is different from others?"
"That's not true, because it was too late and I didn't pay attention."
"Well, if you meet her tomorrow night, you have to pay attention to how many fingers she has, because this girl is most likely the girl who was crushed to death two years ago. When she was crushed to death, it happened to be It was half past nine. At that time, one of her fingers was crushed off, and she didn’t know where it fell in the panic. So when you meet her, you have to look carefully. Also, don’t wait for her to ask you something. You have to ask her first. If she asks you first, just answer. Don't say too much or be too fussy. This way there will be no danger. If you want to ask her first, just ask her how many fingers she has. Because the ghost is afraid of people saying her shortcomings, if she is really that ghost, then she will become invisible, if not, then just pretend that I didn’t say anything.”
The next day, she was waiting in front of the street lamp early after school in the evening. It was almost half past nine. The little girl was very nervous and kept thinking about what her grandma told her. Finally at half past nine, the little girl walked towards the street lamp and saw the older girl looking for something again. Just as she was about to speak, the older girl had already seen her and asked her what time it was. She remembered her grandma's words and answered immediately. After her, she left. Because I couldn't talk much, I didn't ask anything today.
On the third day, school ended very late in the evening, almost half past nine, and she hurriedly walked towards the street lamp. As I walked, I thought about what to say. At half past nine, she was standing five meters away from the street lamp when she saw the girl. She immediately asked: "Sister, how many fingers do you have?" The older girl turned around and said, "Why do you ask?" The little girl didn't answer, just looked at her hands. The older girl always put her hands behind her back. Behind him, the little girl became even more suspicious. The older girl stretched out her hand and said, "Look how many fingers I have!" The little girl screamed and fainted…
The next day, people found the girl's body, strangely she was missing only one finger.