草丛里的鬼夜深风凉,半人高的荒草被风吹得“沙沙”作响,腐臭的泥土味道不断地涌入我的鼻子。我和马龙趴在荒草堆里,身下的泥土上铺满了腐烂的草叶,又软又恶心。马龙的脸色惨白、呼吸急促,我知道那是因为他紧张又害怕。他说自己昨晚在这片荒地里看见一个诡异的人影。他认为那是个鬼。“如果真是个鬼,它恐怕要缠上你了。今晚你带我去看看。”看起来计划很顺利,一切都在 The ghosts of the bushes were so cool in the night that half a dozen of the weeds were swayed by the wind and the smell of the rotting soil poured into my nose. Malone and I lie in the weeds, the body of the soil covered with rotting leaves, soft and nausea. Malone’s pale face, shortness of breath, I know that because he was nervous and scared. He said he saw a weird figure in the wasteland last night. He thought it was a ghost “If it’s a ghost, I’m afraid it’s going to get caught up with you.Take me a look tonight.” "It looks like the project is going well and everything is