Author:Zhai Ye Qian
My friends all became ghosts. They came to me one after another after death.
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Recently, a strange thing, or to be precise, a series of strange things happened to me.
That morning, my friend Peter called me and invited me to hang out with him later on.
There was nothing unusual, except that he casually said before hanging up the phone, "I'm waiting for you..."
At the time, I felt strange. Whose friends would talk like this?
Not long after hanging up the phone, Yana, another friend of mine, also called me.
As soon as I picked up the phone, she urgently told me, "Peter committed suicide yesterday!"
I was too stunned to say a word.
However, Yana ignored my reaction and started talking about Peter's extremely strange way of suicide...
Yesterday, after locking himself in the rental housing, Peter broke a beer bottle, chewed the glass, and then swallowed it.