Teacher Yong Shengxiang's English class is not lively, she is a beautiful teacher, but her lecture is a bit boring, from head to toe she is reading according to the order of the book, no accident fun, fortunately I am the first class on the first day, no matter how boring it is not to be attacked by drowsiness, but I began to lose patience to listen, sat in my place, from the perspective of the left rear, began to carefully examine the class. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There are only twenty people in this classroom, compared with the school class I studied in the past, the number of people is very small, not so much a small number of people, but the number of people is very abnormal, from the moment I entered the door, I felt that the picture in the classroom had an indescribable sense of incongruity, and the chaotic and noisy atmosphere before class was mixed with a trace of coldness that could not be integrated into it, as if there was something that did not belong here... Yes, that's what it feels like.

But maybe I'm more sensitive, and the memory of the broken chain is incomplete, but this defect makes me very easy to detect some subtle things, such as inadvertently seeing a bird resting on another roof on this roof, and the moment it flies away in the blink of an eye, I can even accurately record that it has lowered its head and combed its feathers a few times, and the image is very clear, but if it meets me' After the seizure, I forgot everything, and the memories of the recovery period were particularly sensitive to the images that had flashed, and I could always be the first to think of them, and slowly, I gradually found that when I saw the world through the retina, I could immediately perceive the slightest incongruity, even if it was fleeting... It's like there's a thin, unrealistic, cold stuff hidden in this classroom, but I haven't found out what it is.

Is it the abrupt "mailbox" that has a preconceived preconceived effect in my mind? I don't think so, it seems that that cold thing is not the same thing as a mailbox.

Before I could take back the long line of my thoughts, the bell rang for the end of class.

I was gently tapped on the shoulder, and several classmates came to my desk, among them was Shui Jing, who was really Shui Jing, because she threw a small note to me during class, with her name on it, and also told me that someone was coming to me after class to give me a "make-up lesson".

The so-called "make-up lesson" is to say that thing.

"Liulixi, it's called Liulixi, right? I heard that you were hospitalized before, are you okay now? Still uncomfortable? ”

- "It's okay, it's okay. ”

"I heard that you are sick and hospitalized, what is it? Does it matter? ”

- "It's not a big deal if there's a little problem with the blood vessels. ”

They asked nonsense, and then a person came out of the crowd, "Liulixi-san, I'm here to explain some important things to you about the class." ”

As soon as the voice fell, all the noise fell silent in an instant, and my heart tightened for a moment.

"You also saw that mailbox, yesterday I asked Shui Jing to call you, but in fact, this fat girl took the initiative to call her, she asked you to write a reply, right?"

- "Hmm. ”

"This reply must be written every day, and it must be thrown into that mailbox every morning before class, which is very important and cannot be forgotten for a day."

At this time, the person who spoke was called Momoi, and he was the class president, which was also told to me by Shui Jing in a small note, she said that if the person who spoke was a boy in a red shirt in a school uniform, tall and thin, then he was the class leader, even if he didn't look at his red shirt, he had a rigid expression when he spoke, self-righteous, and he could recognize it at a glance.

"What about a day off?" I asked.

"Come too, until the end of the first year of high school, that's what everyone in the class does." He really has a rigid face in every word, as if he has never learned to laugh since he was born.

"Why? As a member of the class, I wonder why I would like to do this. ”

Momoi didn't speak, only glanced at Shui Jing, and then led the scattered classmates out of my desk, throwing me into the unknown with disdain.

"Don't pay attention to him, he is that kind of virtue, as if he has a star face, in my eyes he is very average at all, and he is self-righteous, Xiaoxi, what do you want to know, just ask me, I will tell you all, I also studied in Shaojian Middle School in junior high school, so I can be regarded as a know-it-all here."

Shui Jing was very enthusiastic, belonging to the category of self-cooked, and sat at my desk regardless of the guest of honor, her thick legs exposed under the skirt of her school uniform, and a piece of white flesh dangling in front of me above the stockings and under the hem of the skirt.

She first pointed to the figures of the classmates in order and told me their names in turn, and I recorded them in the blue notebook according to the characteristics of the images each one gave me, and my actions aroused Shui Jing's curiosity.

"You have this habit, I really didn't expect you to be so careful."

"I don't have a good memory, so I ...... "I will never expose my "flaws" in front of people I don't know, and it can become my fatal weakness for people with bad intentions, so I always make up lies to cover up the facts.

"Oh, I'm also a person with a bad memory, and I have a bad memory of textbooks, but I never confuse the star team I like, their names, hobbies, what kind of performances they are good at, which of them is handsome and which is cold, I will never be confused, I remember it clearly."

"Tell me about that, or we'll have to wait until the next class." I couldn't bear to interrupt Shui Jing's rather intoxicated thoughts, but I was more enthusiastic than the celebrities who didn't answer my question just now.

――Why do you reply to that weird mailbox every day?

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot, to be honest, I can't stop talking about the star I like, and when I talk about this reply, it's like being cursed, it's the biggest weird talk in school, and what happened before is terrifying." Shui Jing lowered her voice to my ear, and the hot and moist breath burst out of her mouth and into my ear and into my eardrum.

I didn't speak, just blinked, and waited for her to start talking about things I didn't know.

"It is said that it happened in 1997, that is, ten years ago, in the first year of high school in this school, a student suddenly received a letter, the letter was actually written to him by a few classmates as a prank, the letter said that he must write a reply, otherwise bad luck is coming, but the student is very embarrassed, that is something that cannot be done, do you know why?" Shui Jing pressed her body lower, and since she had been sitting at the table all the time, and she was about to talk to me in a chair half the height shorter than her, she pressed the fat on her stomach back into her stomach, and deliberately covered her mouth with her hands.

"Because the signature of that letter is the lily of the valley puppet, no one knows who the lily of the valley puppet is, of course the student doesn't know where to send the reply, and he doesn't have an address, he is really pitiful, he is so serious about the pranks of his classmates, alas...... Later, he asked around what the lily of the valley puppet was and where was the address of the lily of the valley puppet? No one knew at all, and everyone didn't understand why he was looking for such an inexplicable thing, and he never asked for an answer. ”

"What about next? And there's a follow-up, right? I asked.

Shui Jing nodded and continued: "On the third day when the student received the letter, he had an accident and died, I heard that the people who saw the scene jumped up in fright, the death was very tragic, he seemed to have been stoned to death by something, after that, the terrifying curse happened, a year later, it was also the first year of high school D class, someone received a letter signed by the lily of the valley puppet, and I don't know who sent it, of course the student didn't take it seriously, but he died in an accident three days later, and the terrifying curse is like a spider's web, which is getting bigger and biggerIn Class D of the first year of high school, people continue to receive letters from the lily of the valley puppets, and then die tragically one after another, everyone is helpless in the face of the terrible death, and no one can stop it, allowing the sickle of death to be slaughtered wantonly...

In this way, bad luck happens in the first year of high school D class with the rule of every other year, but, in 2003, during the spring travel activity, there was an unexpected episode, that year the person who received the letter from the lily of the valley puppet did have an accident, in that car accident, someone did not die on the spot, but the injury was very serious, the person was sent to the hospital and kept talking, the mouth was struggling to open and close, the classmate struggled to hear what he said, he said that he saw the lily of the valley puppet when the accident occurred, Everyone was very surprised, because the lily of the valley puppet didn't seem to be referring to a specific 'person', and as a result, the student's finger was pointed at many of his classmates who came to visit him... Everyone's faces turned white with fright, and that night his injuries had deteriorated dramatically and he was still dead. ”

"Later, some people in the class speculated that the ghost of the student who sent the letter could be the ghost of the student who was first mischievoked, and the minority thought that, and the majority thought that it might really be the lily of the valley puppet, so they began to think of countermeasures to resist the attack of bad luck, and the class cadres took the lead in investigating the accident that occurred in 1997, and they found a very terrifying phenomenon.....

Suddenly, the class bell rang, the sound was particularly harsh, my tense nerves were almost broken at this moment, Shui Jing's eyebrows fluttered and her expression was still in the incident, the class bell also cruelly scared her, her fat body trembled obviously, and then she jumped off my desk flexibly.

"It's not over yet, I'll send you a small note later." She said as she returned to her seat.

After Shui Jing left, my desk seemed to be missing a huge piece of fat and instantly became brighter, and behind my right side was the gloomy "mailbox", like an isolated figure standing there in monotonous silence, I glanced back, and gradually understood the meaning of the reply I had sent in before, and an increasingly obvious answer was appearing in my mind.

(The update time is 11 a.m. and 5 p.m., and if there is no 5 p.m., it will be 11 p.m.) ）