"Principal, we have arranged for all the students to go back to their dormitories, and now all the phones in the school are out of order, and there is no signal on the mobile phones, so ...... So what to do? After Director Zhang finished speaking, he suddenly trembled, and it was the first time he had encountered such a situation. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Before the principal could speak, another person hurriedly ran in from outside the door, and he said breathlessly, "School... Headmaster, no... Oh no. Director Zhang hurriedly helped the man sit down, patted him lightly on the back, and said softly, "Teacher Lin, let's rest." Let's take a drink of saliva first. As he spoke, he poured a glass of water for Mr. Lin and handed it to him. Mr. Lin raised his head and drank all the water in one breath, and did not forget to wipe the remaining traces of water from the corners of his mouth with his hands. After waiting for about thirty seconds, his breath gradually regained his composure, and then he spoke again: "Principal, something is wrong, I don't know who sealed the iron gate at the school gate, and now the iron gate can't be opened, and we male teachers have tried all the methods, but they still can't open it." ”

The principal's face changed, and he shouted angrily: "Who is so bold and dares to come here to make trouble, go, go and see." "A group of people marched towards the school gate, and there was a grand atmosphere of a group going to fight.

The iron gate of the school is bulky and sturdy, and the previous administrator probably thought that only by installing such an iron gate can it be safe, after all, the idle people in the society are too rampant, and there is no thick door, and it is burglary by people with malicious intentions every minute.

A group of people came to the iron gate, and everyone's faces were not very good-looking, especially the headmaster, who felt an inexplicable uneasiness. He seemed to be imprisoned in a chained dungeon, his heart beating wildly, and there seemed to be an eerie coolness in the air, consciously or unconsciously, a force that could pull people into the bottomless pit of darkness was secretly spying on him in the dark. At the thought of this, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat all over his body. He looked at the people around him, all of them grimacing, and they let out a helpless sigh, and they kept sighing in front of him, like praying for peace before the stormy night in the depths of the sea. Their uneasiness made him more and more uncalm. Maybe it was because of the excessive nervousness, his sweat was oozing from the corners of his forehead little by little, but he couldn't let his subordinates see his flustered side, he was the principal, and he was responsible for the safety of all teachers and students.

But what now? Although he thought so, it was a pity that he had more than enough strength to do so, so he could only freeze in place, leaving the whole person in a panic. Looking at the thick, prison-like metal door, he began to hesitate. At this time, due to their lack of experience, those teachers were all panicked, and they didn't dare to complain too much in front of the principal, so they could only keep their mouths shut, hold back their inner apprehensions, and concentrate all their mental energy on the principal. But he didn't say a word at this time, I don't know whether it was because of fear or the heat, and some beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, which made everyone present feel even more desperate.

Director Zhang saw everyone's panic, he stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Principal, why don't we smash the iron door?" He didn't dare to say it out loud, but asked the headmaster's opinion in an extremely low voice. The principal, who had been silent, raised his head and glanced at Director Zhang, his expression was very harsh, and a trace of melancholy and sadness flashed in his eyes.

His heart ached, and he didn't know what it meant to break this gate. If this spreads, I am afraid that the reputation of the school will be notorious, and who will choose to study in a haunted school? He doesn't say anything, because he's afraid. Thinking that he would lose his job because of this, that he would live alone in the wasted years, without power, without status, and even his wife and children would be far away from him and despise him, he would rather choose to stay here than the cruel encounters in the future. At least, at this moment, he is still a respected headmaster, he still has power in his hands, he has not been forgotten, and he must not allow himself to live a dull and boring life for the rest of his life. He stood quietly, neither denying Director Zhang's words nor agreeing with his proposals.

Director Zhang also understood seven or eight points in his heart, after all, he is also a person who has passed through a lot of the world. He quietly retreated to his original position, not daring to speak recklessly. Just when everyone was at a loss, the mobile phone in Director Zhang's pocket rang, as soon as he heard this voice, the whole person instantly had energy, he immediately took out his mobile phone, pressed answer, and without waiting for the other party to speak, he shouted eagerly: "Quick, call the police, X.X. University, don't ask too much now, call the police......" Before he finished speaking, there was a "dood" sound on the phone, he looked at the incoming call, and his heart began to beat wildly.

"How? Who called? Did the other party hear me? As soon as Director Zhang hung up the phone, the principal couldn't wait to ask. The eyes of the others also shifted to Director Zhang, he glanced at the principal, and said with a wry smile: "It's my wife, I don't know if she heard what I said, and there was no signal all of a sudden." He seemed a little weak, and when he had finished speaking, he was silent, probably because he himself was confused.

"Hey, now I can only do my best, depending on the will of God. Everyone gathers together, don't act alone, at least there are multiple people to take care of emergencies. The headmaster gave a sudden and solemn command, and then there was silence. Everyone looked at each other and nodded knowingly. The headmaster glanced at the circle of people around him, all of them silent, serious, as if the Grim Reaper was standing not far away, waiting for their imminent arrival. It shouldn't be the season to sweat easily, but the palms of his hands were soaked with cold sweat, and he didn't dare to let go of his hands, for fear of being panicked by the teachers present who saw him. Now he could only pin all his hopes on Director Zhang's phone call, and he desperately wanted to leave this hellish place, this space that suffocated him. Although he was getting more and more afraid, he still pretended to be heavy and calm, it's okay, everything will pass! He is still his principal, and he is still the principal who sipps famous tea and reads the newspaper in the principal's room.

The atmosphere became quite oppressive. Although it was crowded with people, it seemed as if he was in a dark abyss, and he even felt that the people around him were slowly disappearing, and he had no idea what would become of them. He felt lost, as if the repression of dead silence had swept away the consciousness of his little soul. He was already relatively weak, he was too old to withstand any blows, and he just wanted to spend the rest of his life in peace.

He glanced at Director Zhang, only to see him rubbing his palms cross, and it was obvious that his insecurity was on his face. For Director Zhang, he has an indescribable feeling. Seeing Director Zhang swallow his saliva unnaturally, his expression was even flustered, he thought about it, patted him lightly on the shoulder, gave him a look, and let him see the occasion.

Director Zhang saw the principal's expression clearly, and felt that his expression was not quite right, as if he was about to say something to him. He raised his head and glanced around, and found that everyone's eyes were fixed on him, and he immediately understood, he did not make a sound, he stood silently behind the principal, he just stood quietly, without any expression on his face, without panic, without smiling, like a tall pine standing on a cliff, holding his head high, trying to break through the sleepiness brought by his tired body. It seemed that all the horrors could not shake the light in the depths of his soul, and the absolutely cold black was well hidden by him. Looking at Director Zhang's expression at the moment, the principal nodded with satisfaction.