"This is?" Wang Ling was shocked in his heart, how could there be a book with his name written here, he didn't open it in a hurry, in order to confirm whether it was his hallucination, he gave it to Bingning.

"It's... What's your name?"

Fortunately, this time Wang Ling was not the only one who saw it, although the two words were written crookedly, and they had been erased a lot, but the name Bingning was so familiar that he recognized it at a glance.

The two glanced at each other, then lowered their heads in tacit understanding, and Bingning turned the title page.

What the two didn't expect was that it was not so much a book as a notebook, full of childish words, which had been placed for a long time, and had been a little blurry and illegible, and a corner had been eaten away by rats, but it hadn't lost much of its content.

"Wang Ling, have you started writing since elementary school?" Bing Ning frowned and read a few pages, and could see that this was a story, but because the font was really hard to recognize, he didn't see a clue.

Wang Ling shook his head, he had no impression of this book written by "him" himself. When he was in elementary school, he was a very well-behaved mother, and in addition to completing his study tasks seriously, most of his time was spent learning various specialties, including vocal music, calligraphy, etc.

The rest of the time I read books, they are all world classics like "The Call of the Wild" and "Jane Eyre", and the first time I came into contact with the Internet was when I was about to graduate from junior high school.

Besides, how could he have the skills to write such a thick book in elementary school.

"Let's get out there, find a studio, and let them sort it out electronically or print it out and see what is written. Bingning carefully put the book into the pocket of her trench coat.

The rest of the books on the ground are some famous books, which have been gnawed by rats, judging from the registration records on the borrowing card sandwiched in the books, these books were all borrowed by Wang Ling together, and after that, no one has borrowed them again.

And that handwritten book, apparently, was also mixed up here.

Wang Ling squatted on the ground, carefully picked up the scattered pages and sorted them out, he vaguely remembered when he borrowed these books, whether it was "Orphans of the Fog" or a few other books, he still had an impression, but it was this handwritten book, and there was no trace of even a fragmentary memory at all.

If it was really written by yourself, it would have taken a lot of time, could it be that you were sleepwalking to write it?

He kept the books neatly on the shelves next to them, even though they would never be borrowed again.

Bang bang bang ...

After a few more footsteps, Wang Ling, who was startled, quickly raised his head and looked in the direction of the footsteps, but the figure wanted to deliberately tease him, and this time he couldn't even see his back.

This time, Wang Ling didn't ask Leng Rui and Bing Ning, he knew that there were probably some things in this school that could only be seen by himself, or they were really his own illusions.

For, where the footsteps sounded, was the little door that led to the inner room, and here as outside, there was a layer of dust,

There was no trace of anything other than a small trail of footprints left by the rat.

Seeing that it was indeed his own hallucination, Wang Ling smiled bitterly, and walked towards the small door, although it should be his own auditory hallucinations and visual hallucinations, but this is a bit like himself

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The scene of his subconscious is vaguely guiding him, and the notebook just now was seen after the figure.

Bing Ning and Leng Rui followed behind Wang Ling, judging from their expressions, they obviously didn't hear any sound just now.

Wang Ling rummaged through the keychain, but there was no key to the door written on it, he made a gesture of please to Leng Rui, and the latter pinched out the key ring.

This lock is older than the library, saying that it is a lock has already lifted it, Leng Rui just pulled it up and didn't have time to poke the key ring in, the lock fell out by itself, and fell to the ground with a chain, it sounded so harsh in this quiet library.

The inner room was smaller than the library, with only four cramped bookshelves and boxes full of papers. The three of them probably checked it, and the things here were very messy, and they were all very old documents and files.

On the shelves are brown paper bags, all of which are full of age. Judging from the labels on the side, most of them are some planning plans in the early days of the school's establishment.

There is also an annual evaluation of each teacher, an annual summary of the school's annual review, and a record of the meetings held over the years.

The three of them went their separate ways, took out all the things they thought were useful, and piled them up in the open space in front of the door, there were hundreds of volumes. Without further ado, they all started rummaging through the work.

Wang Ling looked at the school's leadership records first, which was a file folder that stored some information about each leader, but not surprisingly, he did not find his father's file bag.

He found the file bags of President Li and the previous President Sun, which naturally did not contain the personal files stored in the local archives, but the year in which they took office, what honors they received, and what notices they issued.

Like the poster in the principal's office, there was a full eight years of vacuum in the file, and a large part of the principal's file was missing during the tenure of the two principals.

Wang Ling checked the information of the two of them, and now the previous principal had indeed stepped down many years ago, could it be that the school was in a state of no one during the time he was in school?

"I thought we might as well pay a visit to Principal Lee. Bingning said, "He should know something." ”

Wang Ling put the principal's file back, selected some meeting minutes and activity records and other documents in the past few years to look through, and now all the instructions from above are written "principal".

But he didn't mention anyone's name or even surname very vaguely, which made Wang Ling completely incomprehensible.

Leng Rui looked at various documents since the establishment of the school, including the formation process of the school, from the government's order to prepare for the construction of a primary school, to the site planning, the design plan bidding, the engineering team bidding and finally to the foundation laying and construction.

Suddenly, an old photo fell out of the document, and the whole photo had turned yellow, and the original color was almost invisible.

It was a picture of the final ribbon cutting, with rows of people in suits standing in front of the school's gates, which were not so imposing at that time, except for a few concrete pillars and a door welded with iron pipes.

If it weren't for the words "First Experimental Primary School" hanging on the doorpost, I really wouldn't have recognized that this was the campus where several people were currently located.

There weren't too many people, they looked like there were more than a dozen, and they all looked to the front, and one of them was holding a pair of big scissors

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and was about to cut the red ribbon.

Leng Rui observed the photo very carefully, the camera pixel at that time was not too high, and he could only vaguely see the face, but it was difficult to recognize who it was.

There is some text at the bottom of the photo, and the title in the middle reads the ribbon-cutting in 1984, and the leaders who participated in the photo are on it. Leng Rui wanted to see whose names they were, but suddenly, the light above his head went out.

Before the filament turned completely black, a shadow flashed.

"Who??" Leng Rui shouted, flipped over casually, several flying knives were already in his hands, and with a hard flick, they flew out with a whistling sound.

Leng Rui naturally didn't have Li Gan's ability to control flying knives, but as the owner of precision, even the simplest coin could wield great power.

After all, this is China, he and Bingning need to come by plane, and they can't carry any weapons on their bodies, these flying knives are still the props he bought in the nearby city after Wang Ling fell asleep and then sharpened them by hand.

It's just that, with a few muffled sounds of wood, Leng Rui knew that none of the flying knives hit the target, and that person's degree was so fast!

Just when the black shadow flashed, the photo he was holding in his hand was taken away, and with Leng Rui's reflexes, he didn't react until the person rushed out of the door.

Wang Ling and Bingning also ran out immediately, only to see Leng Rui standing in front of the bulletin board with a serious face, and did not chase out.

"Who is it?"

"I didn't know, he was so fast, and by the time I ran up the stairs, he was already out. Leng Rui pointed to the gap under the billboard, "He's much faster than me, and he can't catch up at all." ”

"Is he wearing a white dress, only waist-high?" Wang Ling suddenly remembered the shadow he had vaguely seen just now.

"No, it's black, and it's very tall," Leng Rui shook his head, "much taller than you." ”

"Wandering spirits?" Bing Ning whispered, "Before he made a move, none of the three of us even showed his existence, and the degree was able to reach this point. ”

"That's right," Bing Ning looked at Leng Rui, "what did he just do." ”

"Photos!" Leng Rui leaned down and looked outside, the entire teaching building was quiet and terrifying.

"It's a photo of the school cutting the ribbon, with the leaders of the school just established at that time, and I don't know who they are. ”

"But that's not the most important thing," Leng Rui pointed to the ground, "The most important thing is, where was this person just now?"

Hearing Leng Rui say this, Wang Ling and Bingning hurriedly lowered their heads to look, and were immediately taken aback.

Although the footsteps on the ground were a little scattered, the shoe prints left by the three of them when they entered could still be clearly distinguished. It's just that in the middle of the three strings of shoe prints, a new shoe print appeared, judging from the texture and shape, it should be a pair of leather shoes.

However, the most terrifying thing is that this shoe print is clearly only from the inside out, and not into it.

The three of them were all cold behind them, could it be that when they were studying those documents just now, there was a pair of eyes that had been in the dark, watching their every move, until they were finally exposed by Leng Rui and couldn't help but make a move?

After glaring at each other for a moment, Wang Ling muttered quietly, "I'll just say... It seems that there are people. ”

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