The greatest fear in the heart of man comes from loneliness.

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Walking down the stairs that were still empty, Yang Qing felt the tightness of her heart. Usually there are few people in the library, and this spacious spiral staircase is also full of people.

Yang Qing quickly descended the steps with her right hand holding the handrail, and took out her mobile phone from her trouser pocket with her left hand, wanting to call her roommate.

Yang Qing's mobile phone was eliminated by her father and given to her, she is not like other girls, she likes multi-functional color screen mobile phones. Because Yang Qing feels that the mobile phone is only used for making calls and sending text messages, and the redundant functions are unnecessary.

The phone model is a bit old, and there is often no signal. Today, it is a coincidence that there is no signal.

Yang Qing broke the battery and restarted it, while praying, no matter who it was at this time, as long as she could show up and talk to her.

Suddenly, Yang Qing stopped. She slowly turned her head, and in front of her was the number of floors that had just flashed by.

Three.

Yang Qing's study room was on the fourth floor, but she had obviously walked four flights of stairs just now.

It should now be on the second floor.

Yang Qing didn't believe in evil and walked down a layer quickly, and the numbers in front of her pierced her eyes brightly.

Three.

Yang Qing didn't give up and tried a few more times, but it was still the third floor.

Yang Qing picked up her mobile phone, "Emergency calls only."

No matter what, Yang Qing trembled and pressed her fingers wrong several times before dialing it out.

110。

For...... For...... For......

Yang Qing has never called 110, but she also knows that it is not normal for this situation to be connected but no one answers.

Yang Qing trembled involuntarily, swallowed her saliva, and continued to call 119.

For...... For...... For......

120。

For...... For...... For......

Yang Qing felt that her body was a little stiff, she suppressed the chill in her heart and put the phone in her pocket.

Yang Qing no longer tried to run down the stairs, she began to follow the corridor on the third floor to check one by one.

No one.

No one.

None of them.

Whether it's a student studying on their own or a librarian, they are all not there. It was as if she was the only one left in the library.

Yang Qing collapsed, and she took a big step and ran away. She held on to the handrail of the staircase and slid down almost without touching the ground, as if she could get out of her current situation with such speed.

But she was greeted only by endless steps.

As she continued to descend the stairs, the numbers on the floor began to jump wildly.

One.

Five.

Seven.

Obviously, the library is not that high.

And she was descending the steps.

Yang Qing didn't dare to look up again, she pressed the weight of her whole body on the handrail of the stairs, and kept stepping under her feet. In the silent corridor, only Yang Qing's footsteps could be heard, her heavy breathing, and the sound of her heartbeat getting faster and faster.

Bang, bang, bang,......

The sound of footsteps and breathing faded away, and only the sound of her heartbeat was left in my ears.

Yang Qing looked down, her chest fell together, and with the faster and faster rhythm of her heartbeat, it seemed that something was about to break out of her chest.

Yang Qing's feet were weak, and she sat on the ground with her buttocks.

In front of you is the number of the floor, a**.

When she wasn't paying attention, it was slowly getting dark.

When there was a light, Yang Qing felt miserable. But at this moment, it was already dark all around, and I couldn't see my fingers. Yang Qing was even more scared.

She shuddered and pulled out her phone and looked forward.

The light emitted by the phone flashed a few times as if it had been swallowed up by darkness, and it could no longer light up.

Yang Qing felt that the air around her seemed to become viscous.

She wanted to move, but found that her body had become very heavy, getting heavier and heavier.

She stood up and raised her legs to walk, but halfway through, her legs couldn't move anymore.

The numbness extends upwards to the waist, chest, and then to the shoulders, arms, neck, head.

Step by step, all Yang Qing can move now is her own eyes.

Soon her eyes froze.

Suddenly, her surroundings were bright again, and there was a commotion in her ears.

A few boys passed by her, "Who is this?" Put the plaster statue on the steps! ”

The two boys lifted Yang Qing together.

Yang Qing shook her head, and then she realized that the plaster statue in their mouth turned out to be herself!

"Smack!" The boy on the right had a crooked foot, and Yang Qing threw it out.

She tumbled down the steps, the hard steps breaking her body into pieces, her arms and legs.

Yang Qing didn't feel pain, just looked at her own parts scattered on the steps, and this frightened feeling made her brain go blank.

Even the inside is plaster!

Yang Qing thought strangely, the cross-section of the broken leg was not flesh and blood, but hollow.

At the end of the steps, Yang Qing landed on the marble floor below, pia!

Yang Qing's head shattered.

Maybe I'm a plaster cast!

This last thought inexplicably appeared in Yang Qing's mind.

"Ahh

An entire group of people in the study hall was frightened by a terrible scream. Everyone's eyes were on a girl.

She had just jumped up from her chair screaming, and now her face was pale, sweaty, and her eyes were full of undecided doubt.

Yang Qing screamed, realizing that she had just had a realistic nightmare. She was still sitting in her usual place, and the study hall in front of her was already overcrowded.

The usually familiar faces were still in their accustomed positions, and now they all turned their heads to look at her in surprise, and many of them still had concern in their eyes.

I can no longer feel the oppressive tranquility, and the study room full of people is full of people.

Yang Qing seemed to have suddenly returned to the world from another world.

But that fear has not diminished.

She nodded at everyone randomly, said sorry, and packed up her things in a panic and left here.

Before leaving, Yang Qing couldn't help but glance back again, and found that everyone was expressionless, looking straight at her.

The color of their bodies had receded, and only the clean white remained.

It's like a plaster statue.

Yang Qing's heartbeat, which had slowly calmed down, began to beat violently again. She looked at it, and the scene just now was gone, and everyone was busy with their heads down.

Yang Qing didn't dare to stay any longer, and quickly rushed out of the house.

In the corridors, on the stairs, there are students carrying school bags and holding water bottles. Some of them were in a hurry, and some of them were talking and laughing.

Yang Qing no longer looked up at people, but kept running forward.

The incandescent lamp still emits a bright white light, but it seems to be infected with the hustle and bustle of the world, and there is no longer that miserable white feeling.

The stairs were normal this time, and Yang Qing quickly rushed out of the library.

Looking at the pool at the door and feeling the summer breeze, Yang Qing finally had a feeling of coming to life.

She looked back at the brightly lit library, and her heart palpitated.

While...... While...... While...... While...... While...... While...... While...... While......

The library bell rang, and it was eight o'clock.