"It's an ordinary school. ”

The three of them paced through the corridors of the school building, all around, each classroom closed, and there was a feeling of coldness.

Although the building looks very new from the outside, the corridors and walls inside are a little cracked, and there is a sense of age everywhere, and the school has been many years old.

"We have a fixed place in each grade," Wang Ling said, "from the first grade to the fourth grade, there is no floor in the same grade, and we will go up to the next floor every time we go to school." ”

When he walked to the innermost room on the first floor, Wang Ling looked at the sign of the eighth grade of the first grade hanging on it, "This is my first-grade class." ”

"Young man, you have a good memory, you were only more than five years old at that time, how can you remember it so clearly?" Leng Rui praised.

Wang Ling smiled bitterly, "But how many of my memories can still be verified, and what is the use of remembering no matter how strong it is." He found the classroom from the set of keys, and the door lock was newly changed, and he opened it at the same time.

The classroom is completely different from Wang Ling's impression, the new desks and benches are placed in an orderly manner, and the old glass blackboard in front has been replaced by a new blackboard with automatic wiping and half of the screen.

Wang Ling wanted to sit on the desk and feel it, but those short desks and chairs were already like toys to him, and he couldn't sit in them at all.

He closed his eyes, trying to find a familiar breath from here, but to no avail.

"I remember that our desks were back to back, and the little girl sitting behind me hugged me at that time. ”

Hmm? Why is there a sudden chill in his face? Wang Ling opened his eyes, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw Bing Ning's slightly narrowed eyes.

"First grade, first grade!"

"Then why do you remember it so clearly!?"

In the end, the three left the classroom with nothing.

Crash!

When Wang Ling was about to lock the door, he suddenly heard an extremely clear sound of tables and chairs sliding, and he immediately pushed the door open and looked inside.

Bing Ning and Leng Rui were both startled by him and hurriedly followed.

"What did you give birth to?!"

Bing Ning asked, she looked at it, the classroom was the same as just now, there was no change, but looking at Wang Ling's expression, it was obvious that something was wrong.

"Didn't you hear?" Wang Ling asked, "Just as I was closing the door, there was a sudden loud sound of tables and chairs being moved in the room!"

"You must be too nervous," Leng Rui walked to the door, "It should just be the sound of the door shaft turning." ”

But he turned the turnstile and there was no sound.

If there was really any strange sound, Leng Rui would definitely feel it. Bing Ning comforted, "Your nerves are too tight, we are just going around your school, can it be possible to run out of the supernatural plot?"

Wang Ling walked around the classroom without giving up, and now there was indeed no one hiding here, so he had to leave with the two of them, but he actually knew in his heart that he really heard something just now, maybe it was the metal fatigue of the desk, he comforted himself.

The three of them walked all the way to the fourth floor and came to Wang Ling's fourth-grade classroom, but they couldn't help Wang Ling find anything strange, Wang Ling sat on the desk a little decadently.

"It's useless, we're just working blindly, so much time has passed, and the school doesn't look like the home we used to live in, and every year we change a group of students, and there will be no sign of it. ”

"Don't give up, there's still five full days left in the holidays, and we still have plenty of time, by the way, don't you remember your dad

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Headmaster, let's go to the headmaster's office. ”

In the middle of the fourth floor, facing the stairs, is the large office where the principal's office is hung, and after the three of them opened the door and entered, the furnishings here are actually very simple. There are very few things other than desks and bookshelves.

There were four desks in the entire office, three of which belonged to the vice principal, and Wang Ling walked to his father's seat in his memory and sat on the chair.

"My dad loves to drink tea, and he always has a box of Tieguanyin and a can of green tea in his drawer. With that, Wang Ling opened the middle drawer, and then he was disappointed.

Aside from a few messy stamps and notes, there was no such thing as tea.

Bingning is seriously looking at the photo hanging on the wall, which is the introduction of the previous principals, since the establishment of the school in 1984, there have been many principals here, and the last one is the principal Li that Uncle Zhang said.

"Wang Ling, do you know him?"

Wang Ling looked at the photo of this Principal Li and shook his head, "I haven't heard of him. ”

"That's normal, you see," Leng Rui pointed to Principal Li's profile and said, "He has been in office since 2o1o, Wang Ling should have been in junior high school at that time, and during Wang Ling's schooling, he should have been the previous principal, huh?"

Wang Ling and Bingning also showed strange things, in the introduction of Principal Li's previous term, it was clearly written that the 2oo2 years after leaving office should be the time when Wang Ling entered the school, a full eight years, but the photo and introduction of the principal in the middle did not appear here.

This is obviously a very strange thing, how can it be possible to innocently take off the information of the next principal, could it be Wang Ling's father who was taken off?

"Wang Ling, do you know where the files of this school are stored?" Bing Ning asked, "In the archives of this school, there may be something we want. ”

Wang Ling thought for a moment, "If I'm not mistaken, the school's archives are stored in the inner room of the library. ”

"Where is the library. ”

"On the basement level, which is usually rarely visited, when I was in school, the school set up a book corner in each class, and everyone put their books there to exchange with other people, and the books in the library were very old. ”

The group reached the first floor, where a makeup mirror and a notice board stood on either side of the main staircase, blocking the access to the basement.

The trio of cats stooped through the gap under the billboard, and the ground behind them had deposited enough dust to clear that no one had been here for a long time.

The air is not dirty, although there are no ventilation holes, but the basement is not completely isolated from the outside world, and there is no problem with breathing.

The three of them turned on the light of their mobile phones and walked cautiously downward, their shoes kicking up some dust on the ground, blocking the light, and the surroundings seemed to be gray.

Wang Ling groped to the end of the stairs, felt a particularly old-fashioned switch on the wall, and after pressing it, the incandescent light above his head, which had been discontinued, flickered a few times, and finally lit up as expected.

It's just that its bulb has a faint black color formed by the steaming of metal tungsten, and the light is also flashing, and it may completely burn out at any time.

On either side of the hallway were rooms with damaged doors, and the mirrors on the walls should have been once a dance studio, but now the whole room was full of clutter, all kinds of broken tables and chairs, and a few other things.

At the end of the hallway was a glass door, held securely by a crude chain, and a large rusty lock hung from it.

Approaching the door, a faint smell of mildew came out.

Wang Ling flipped over the keychain

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After looking for a long time, I found a key that was also rusted, and it was inserted into the lock hole with some difficulty, and I twisted it slightly.

Syllable!

The key is broken...

Bing Ning was a little speechless, and when she stretched out her hand, layers of black mist had already rippled from her fingertips, obviously intending to make this lock disappear into this world forever.

"Don't!" Wang Ling grabbed her, "You broke it, Uncle Zhang can't explain it when you turn around." ”

"And this?"

Leng Rui groped a few times in his pocket, took out a nail clipper, tossed it a few times decently, and pulled out the broken key, and the two of them were stunned.

Then, he took the keychain from Wang Ling's hand, removed the key ring of the broken key, straightened it and inserted it, and entered the keyhole, his eyes flashed with a leisurely blue light, and his hand moved lightly as if he was opening a lockbox.

In less than two seconds, the lock popped out with a crisp sound.

"I didn't know you had this ability. Bingning was surprised.

"Precision is everything. Leng Rui pushed open the glass door, and there was a tooth-aching squeak from the bolt. The musty smell is blowing on the face, just like the mushroom house cultivated by the local method in the countryside.

Wang Ling turned on the switch of the light, and the lights on the roof lit up in twos and threes, and the entire library was glowing yellow.

The books on the shelves were a little messy, most of them were broken, and the cardboard boxes had become the color of iced black tea.

When you touch it with your hands, you feel that the paper is already brittle, and if you use a little force, it will turn into pieces.

Bingning curiously picked up a few books, which are now some simplified versions of world classics or children's books, most of which were published in the nineties or early twenty-first century.

Wang Ling walked past the rows of bookshelves with some nostalgia, thinking that he liked reading very much back then, and would come here every week to borrow one or two books, and he was basically the only one in the huge library.

Just as he looked at the books that were still in the order in which he had returned, several hurried but light footsteps suddenly sounded behind him. Wang Ling turned his head suddenly, and vaguely saw a white shadow disappear behind the bookshelf.

Who's that??

Because of the habit they developed in soul hunting, the three of them usually dress in black tones, and no one wears white clothes.

"Who?" Wang Ling hurriedly followed.

The library does not have too many books, only ten rows of bookshelves, and when they chased to the end, several rats were alarmed by the sound and fled in panic, leaving only a few very broken books that had been gnawed.

However, the figure was not in sight.

"What's wrong? Who do you see?"

Bing Ning and Leng Rui ran over quickly, looked at Wang Ling's nervous expression, and hurriedly asked.

"Have you seen a man dressed in white?" he probably ......" Wang Ling wanted to make a gesture, but just glanced at it hastily, and did not see the figure of the person clearly, but felt that he was very short.

He put his hand around his waist and measured it, "That's about that high." ”

"You're talking about elementary school students. Leng Rui said suspiciously.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, you really didn't see him?"

Seeing that both of them shook their heads in confusion, Wang Ling couldn't help pinching his temples, could it really be that his nerves were too nervous and he had begun to hallucinate?

At this time, his attention was on the tattered books that had been gnawed, and the rats would not drag the books out by grinding their teeth.

Thinking of this, he walked over and picked up a copy.

After opening the dirty cover, you can faintly see two unwiped pencil words on the title page, which seem to be ...... Wang Ling?

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