The night was thick, like dark and cold blood flowing from a rotting corpse, winding over the sky and the earth. The moon is lonely

Hovering over the school, the light dim, like tears in the corners of a woman's eyes. Tall buildings are molded by darkness

Blurred off the edges and corners, looking from a distance, it looks like a bloody face. It was raining in the dark night, and everything was damp

Wet, the skin of the trees and dirt began to fester, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell.

Thunder and lightning flashed, depicting an involuntary fate, which quickly disintegrated the night. The scenery is in an instant

Pale and quickly pitch black, the weeping ghost has no way to escape, and the soul is naked and stiff. The horizon is thin and frustrating, and it is blurry white

Dots of color, overlapping huge black shadows, tearing through the night in despair.

The dead tree, which was as rotten as white as bones, was beheaded, and its hands were stretched out to the sky, speechless to complain. Twine hanging under branches

, blown by the wind heavily, the soak-drenched corpse shook slightly. The rope loop tightened the corpse's neck, and the facial muscles were pointed towards him

contracted, and the base of the tongue in the throat desperately stretched out of the mouth, the eye sockets were wide open, and the round and convex eyeballs stared at the ground blankly

surface, or deeper.

Long black, damp hair sticking to the skull. The body was female. Student. Wearing a very ordinary school uniform,

In addition to a pair of red women's shoes on her feet, it is particularly thrilling. The red shoes were very old, a dull red with mottled patches

and the skin color that is ground to the bare one by one.

A bolt of lightning lit up, and the shadow of the female corpse was instantly reflected on the ground. It's chilling that it's on the ground

Four figures appeared at the same time. No, it can't be said to be a human figure, there is no one around the dead tree. There is only a cold wind clip

Whistling with raindrops. It was a shadow that appeared on the ground out of thin air, like a human figure, or rather, a shadow slave

The ground looks up. They surrounded the female corpse as if to welcome their companions, and when the lightning subsided, they disappeared into the night

Middle.

Heaven and earth returned to quiet, the wind and rain disappeared, the windows of the teaching building were blown open, and the empty classrooms were one

It was pitch black, and then, as if there was a very light voice, sounded faintly in the faint place, echoing in the middle of nowhere

on campus. The crow resting on the branch of the female corpse rose and flapped its wings and disappeared into the moonlight.

In the dream realm, the details transition from blue to gray like a tide, the world sinks into shadows, and the raindrops that have been robbed of life freeze

Hard ground falls from the sky. Stories of sordid death lined up, and the sound of grumbling entangled in the wind, filling the sky

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Dark and distant corners, a slight cry half-flowing meandered, melted into the air by the rain, and the silhouette washed

Brush, leaving only a thin layer, like the skin of a dead man.

Did it come from there?