After Shijie came back from Shanxi, we had a quarrel in the small courtyard, and let me enter the bureau out of thin air, and I had to pay off the bill for him for a month, which no one could swallow. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But Shijie was like a stuffy gourd, he didn't say a word from beginning to end, and finally came to say, "This is the only thing to do on anyone", and after speaking, he went into the house and took out the suitcase from under the bed and left. Wu Lan, who finally joined the team, came up and wanted to rush up to do it, but I stopped him, but he was also a brother, not to.

When it comes to Wu Lan, he is also a great god. He sneaked into the basement of the school's old school building late at night and did something that shook the past and the present. The building was a Soviet-style building from the late fifties, with high floors, wide corridors, but small windows, the temperature inside was several degrees lower than outside, and it was cloudy during the day. Coupled with the lack of brightness of the light bulbs and the sparse security, the old building at night, if there are not many seniors and sisters shuttling, it is no different from a haunted house. There are some old debris piled up in the basement of the old building, and few people go down. But there was a big iron gate, with a big lock, and half an inch of dirt, and no one knew what was behind it.

Why did Wu Lan enter the iron gate, and finally ended up expelling from the school, there are many speculations in the market, including adventure theory, brain pumping theory, world-weary theory, obsessive-compulsive disorder theory, and so on. But what Wu Lan saw in the iron gate, no one knew. On New Year's Day in '96, Shijie wanted to repair the relationship between several people, so he invited us to have a meal in Chuanxiang, and Wu Lan cooked a bottle of Erguotou within an hour before telling me what happened that night in the old building.

Where is Wu Lan from, more than 20 years have passed, I can't remember clearly, from the accent, he should be from Hebei, he is stunned, his brain is square, and he will embroider his legs with a few fists, and he is from Cangzhou. At that time, Wu Lan was chasing the flowers of the small world, but the girl didn't pay much attention to him, so he was ready to fight to the death, and ambushed in the corridor on the first floor of the old building every night. The girls' dormitory is on the top floor of the old building, and the first floor is a shortcut for the girls to get back to the dormitory. The girl had been blocked by Wu Lan twice before, and it was estimated that she had gone another way that night, but Wu Lan had been waiting in the corridor, and when the lights went out in the whole building, he sat on the stairs and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, a cool breeze passed through his body, and Wu Lan saw a white shadow floating in front of him in a hazy way, and the shadow was very Ona, thinking that he had finally waited for the goddess, so he hurriedly got up and chased after him. But he didn't think about it, the direction of the white shadow was not the direction of the girls' dormitory.

The white shadow turned down at the end of the corridor, and Wu Lan felt that the surroundings were biting cold, although it was only September, the old building had already made Wu Lan, who was only wearing a single dress, tremble. The white shadow drifted into the end of the dusty basement aisle, full of cobwebs, debris all over the ground, no one has been in this aisle for a long time, and at the end of the aisle is an iron fence door, with a big lock, and the white shadow has long been gone.

If it was an ordinary person, in the dark basement, facing the iron door and copper lock, and seeing the white shadow of a human figure, it is estimated that he would have been frightened and scattered, turned around and fled. But Wu Lan is not an ordinary person, he turned on the small light on the pager, looked around, found a short steel bar, and went up to pry off the big lock on the door. When the sound of the long sigh reverberated for a long time in the dark basement of the decades-old building.

When Wu Lan said this, my cold sweat had already come down. In the school's false black light story, the frequency of white shadows is definitely among the best. There are those inherited from seniors, and there are also those experienced by classmates, and the more famous ones are white sheets versus white sheets, and white sheets versus big white faces.

The storyline is almost the same, in order to scare the female classmates who get out of class at night, the good deeds hide in the corner of the corridor in a white sheet, see a figure coming in the distance, hide their figures, listen to the footsteps step by step, it is estimated that they are almost around the corner, and they don't squeak, and they jump out. I thought it would be a scream immediately, and then there was a panicked escape, who knows, it was a silence, a dead silence that could be heard by the sound of needles falling to the ground. The good deeds were shocked by this silence, and they did not dare to move their nests for a long time, so long. The do-good person couldn't help but slowly lift the sheet, and his gaze moved from the bottom up, with no feet, no legs, and no shoes in front of him, nothing. Further up, the hearts of the do-gooders seem to be grasped by an invisible big hand and kneaded vigorously. In mid-air, it was also a white sheet, wrapped in a human figure, floating in mid-air. This scream was made by a good deed, and he had a high fever on the night he fled back to the dormitory, and he lay down for several days before he could get out of bed.

The story of the white sheet versus the big white face is almost the same as the previous story, the difference is only that the moment the sheet is lifted, there is nothing, nothing. The do-gooders were also frightened, obviously someone was coming, obviously there were footsteps, and hurriedly turned to leave. He had just walked a few steps when he suddenly heard a heavy wheezing sound behind him, and the good man had the courage to look back, but there was still nothing. Turning to walk again, the wheezing sound came again, closer to the back of his head, and when he looked back, there was still nothing. But the gasp seemed to be above his head, and when he looked up, a huge white face was staring at him coldly, his face hideous. It was just a face, a white face the size of a large washbasin, a big white face hanging in the air with no body or limbs, not even a neck. The hearts of the do-gooders could not bear the cold eyes at all, and they stumbled and fled from the old building.

The white sheets and big white face are widely spread at No. 43 Guanghua Road, and Wu Lan will not know that he dares to sneak into the basement with the white shadow and pry the iron fence door, this courage is not ordinary.

After prying the door, there is a long and narrow passageway, after more than ten meters, there is no room or passage, but a staircase extending downward, Wu Lan noticed that there are many red slogans from more than 30 years ago on the wall of this corridor, under the illumination of the pager lamp, the bright red seems to have just been painted on the wall, and the undried paint is slowly flowing down. At the end of the aisle was a large space, all piled high with dilapidated chests, thick soil, but nothing special. Just in the corner, there is a bluestone platform, which is out of place in the basement. It's too old, not like something decades ago, and has a square iron lid on top of it, and a lock on it.

Wu Lan's first reaction was a well, but how did the well get into the basement? Or did he build an old building on the well? Everything could be under the iron cover. Wu Lan did not hesitate at all, the steel bar was forced, and with a crisp sound, he picked off the cover lock. He held the pager in his mouth, clenched the rim of the lid with both hands, and lifted it vigorously. When only one crack was exposed in the iron cover, a cold air poured out of it. Wu Lan used all his strength to lift the iron cover more than two feet high, so that he could poke his head in to observe. Sure enough, it was a well, but the edge of the well was much thicker than that of ordinary wells. The well was as dark as ink, and the light of the pager didn't shine far before it disappeared.

Suddenly, Wu Lan saw something at the bottom of the deep black well slowly moving against the wall of the well, white and white, as if it was the white shadow he had been tracking. Wu Lan held the iron cover in both hands and kept pouting, hoping to catch the white shadow with the small light on the pager. But the light was too dim, and the mouth was far less flexible than the hand, and it was difficult to catch the shadow, but the shadow seemed to be moving towards the edge of the well. Suddenly, the shadow didn't move, and it was attached to the side where Wu Lan lifted the lid. Wu Lan tried to lower his head and aimed at Bai Ying with a pager.

A few months later, there was another bottle of two pots at the bottom, and I could still feel Wu Lan's trembling from the heart, from the inside out, between the fingers, throat, eyelids, and vocal cords. As I guessed, the legendary Great White Face. The size of a large washbasin, indifferent, with paralyzed faces, hollow eyes, and a mouth like a smoke screen, as if weightless, slowly rising. Tragically, the moment he saw the big white face, Wu Lan opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and the pager fell into the abyss like a shiny pebble. The big white face also paused obviously, and glanced up with empty eyes, then turned around unwillingly and chased in the direction where the pager fell.

Later, Wu Lan described incoherently how he groped his way back to the dormitory in the dark, touching huge cobwebs, maggots, slime, humanoid rotten wood, etc., in the case of losing vision, other senses were excessively magnified, and whether it was real or not was not the focus of my thinking. He lost the pager that night, the time was the middle of September '95, and for a long time after that, Ah Chao and I were in the back of the night in the courtyard of Sweetwater Garden, we could always hear the sound of Dididi, we thought at first that Shijie had dropped the pager, rummaged through the houses, but did not find it. Half a month later, the voice disappeared, and we dismissed it as our own hallucination. But after Wu Nan told this story, I suddenly realized a terrifying possibility, and the sound seemed to be Wu Lan's pager.