Overhead was an empty old-fashioned cement roof, with a few simple hanging beams, and because of the time and humid air, the white paint had long been mildewed, and the wall skin fell in large chunks, leaking mottled dark gray cement.

In the middle of the beams, a zero flame exposed to the air was simply entwined, and an old incandescent lamp hung from it.

The pale yellow light shone on and off.

The whole space seemed to be suddenly isolated, and an inexplicably depressing and cool feeling came to Wang Hao's heart.

He sped up the action of washing his shirt, but the red halo on the shirt became more and more.

The harder he pushed, the faster he covered.

The other faucets on the side suddenly began to drip water in twos and threes, and each drop fell into the pool, and then fell out.

In the quiet toilet, except for the sound of him rubbing his clothes, all that was left was the sound of ticking water.

Until a large piece of red was dyed, Wang Hao shook his wet shirt and found that the whole shirt had become a dazzling bright red.

He looked up uneasily, and even the water coming out of the faucet didn't know when it began to turn blood red!

In addition to the original foul smell, the toilet also has a slight fishy smell.

Wang Hao moved his feet in panic, but his feet seemed to be tied by a heavy object, and he couldn't move.

Slowly, little by little, he looked down.

Through the dim light, he saw a waterfall of black hair wriggling towards him on the ground.

In the last cubicle of the toilet, something seemed to be banging the door.

"Bang" "Bang"

The sound of the earth almost smashing the door through, something about to come out!

Wang Hao's eyes widened in horror, he screamed in panic, turned around quickly, and ran towards the toilet door.

Finally, he was pleasantly surprised to touch the door lock!

But the doorknob couldn't be turned open.

The black threads on the ground were getting closer and closer to him, and a few of them were already tightly wrapped around his ankles, and were now spreading down his calves and towards him.

"Boom"

The door to the last cubicle of the toilet was smashed.

A head covered with black silk crawled out of the compartment, her body was extremely twisted, and her limbs slowly crawled towards Wang Hao in an extremely strange way.

Wang Hao pressed the doorknob frantically, the green tendons in his hands almost burst out, his eyes were red, and his blue and black face was almost crazy.

"Is there anyone! Does anyone have any?! Help open the door! ”

The head looked up, giggling with a shrill laugh, and blood flowed from its features.

Slowly, getting closer and closer, she stretched out her pale and deformed hands and grabbed Wang Hao fiercely.

"Ah!!!!!h He closed his eyes and let out a terrible scream.

"Why aren't you okay?!"

Suddenly, an impatient voice came from outside, carrying the vibrant sunlight through the darkness.

Wang Hao turned his head in horror, his forehead was covered with fine and dense sweat, his eyes seemed to squint slightly because he had adapted to the darkness and suddenly accepted the light, and found that it was Yang Linsheng who had just been additionally named by the physical education teacher who pushed the door open.

Yang Linsheng urged impatiently again

"What! A hellish expression. ”

Wang Hao nodded frantically, pointed to the sink with fear, and said, "There is really something in this toilet." All that water is coming out of the faucet! ”

Yang Linsheng looked in the direction he was pointing.

The sink and toilet cubicle had long since returned to normal, the water gushing from the faucet still washed the shirt he had just thrown in the pool, and the clothes had returned to a completely pure white.

It was as if he was hallucinating.

He looked at Yang Linsheng in shock, looked at him with a foolish look, and picked up his clothes in a panic, "Okay, okay, I'll come out." ”

Wang Hao couldn't wait to follow his partner out of the toilet, for fear of being contaminated with something unfortunate and terrifying.

The moment he closed the toilet door, a long black hair slowly fell on his white sneakers.

Evening self-study in the third year of high school. It is always earlier than the start of the first and second years of high school, the sky outside has not completely darkened, the west is still dyed with a thick dark blue, the bell does not ring, all the students are forced back to the classroom by the teacher who assigned the homework, and every teacher is desperately building a single-plank bridge for all the students to complete the college entrance examination.

The student who couldn't stand the pressure complained quietly, Jiang Futing sat upright, and the pen in his hand moved quickly, but it still did not affect the quality of the answers and the neat and delicate font on the homework.

The student in front of him passed a stack of test papers again, he didn't look at it, he took out a copy, handed the rest to his back table, and the pen in his hand did not stop during the whole process, and he completed another physics problem.

After the last teacher finished his homework and left, the classroom was filled with the sound of chatting.

"Do you remember Wu Zixuan?" A boy's voice came from behind Jiang Futing, it was Yang Linsheng who blocked him during the day.

The pen in Jiang Futing's hand paused for a moment, feeling that this name was a little familiar, I don't know where I had heard it, so I returned to the topic, and in the amazed sight of the table on the side, the test question turned another page.

"Of course I do! It's the woman who committed suicide in class five two months ago.,Isn't she very beautiful.,Before, she was still a school girl.,What's wrong? ”

"I heard someone saw her!" Yang Linsheng deliberately suppressed his emotions and whispered, but the voice of holding his breath to speak was particularly clear in the "rustle" sound of the homework.

The other boy seemed very surprised, and the volume suddenly became a little louder: "Isn't she dead?" ”

Jiang Futing frowned with some displeasure, and the eyes of all the students in the class gathered at the table behind him.

There was finally silence behind him, but it didn't take long for Yang Linsheng to speak in a lower voice, but it was still clear to Jiang Futing's ears: "It's terrifying even if you're dead!" When I had dinner with Wang Hao, he said that he saw Zhang Zixuan coming back! ”

"Bang" There was a sudden sound of smashing books on the other side behind him, followed by Song Cheng's angry yelling: "Shut up for me!" Lao Tzu told you before, don't mention these things! ”

Jiang Futing listened to the noisy classroom, and suddenly stood up and glanced coldly at the few people who spoke: "

If you speak out louder, you will remember your name. ”

At this time, a gust of wind suddenly blew in, and many students' test papers on the desks were blown around unprepared, and the books were turned several pages in a hurry.

A row of windows on the edge of the classroom that opened outwards were "banged" by the continuous strong wind, and all of them were closed, and the chandelier at the ceiling was inexplicably miscontacted.

All the students were startled by the wind, and the lights flashed intermittently for a few moments before finally returning to normal.

"Where is this yin wind?" I don't know which classmate whispered.

"It's being written seriously, it scared me a lot, and now it's okay, I just thought of half of the question, and I forgot all about it."

"Oops, I've messed up the test center I just flipped to!"

"Don't mention it, where was my test paper blown away?"

Jiang Futing listened to these people chattering and shouting, and before he could stand up and sit down, he shouted coldly to the class: "Keep quiet! ”

Everyone was obediently silenced at once under the majesty of Jiang Futing's outburst.

The official class bell finally rang.

Jiang Futing stood up silently, counting the number of people in the class, Zheng Qing hurriedly ran into the classroom and explained timidly: "I'm sorry, I just went to the library and forgot the time, I'm sorry!" ”

Jiang Futing nodded, not thinking too much.

Zheng Qing thanked him again and again in a whisper, and cautiously returned to his seat.

Jiang Futing walked around half of the classroom, walked to the other side and glanced over to see another empty position, and then flipped through the folder in his hand, there was no Wang Hao's leave sheet, and then silently wrote down the word late next to his name.

Not long after he returned to his seat, the teacher of the first class in charge arrived in the classroom, looked around the class and noticed the vacant seats, and asked casually, "Have any classmates asked for leave?" ”

"No please, should be back later." Jiang Futing explained briefly.

Yang Linsheng, who was behind him, immediately stood up and said, "Report to the teacher, he said that he was uncomfortable after dinner, as if he had diarrhea!" ”

The teacher nodded, not pursuing it. After all, it is a teacher in another class, and he will not be too harsh on his class.

But until the end of the second class, Wang Hao never appeared.

Jiang Futing couldn't help but look in the direction of his position, and there was a trace of doubt between his eyebrows.

Although Wang Hao's academic performance is poor, because the head teacher is still strict with class management, there has never been a situation where he does not ask for leave and does not come to class directly.

He flipped through the folder again and changed the tardiness on the discipline slip to absenteeism.

In the third class, the class manager was basically the head teacher, and when the familiar bell rang again, a middle-aged woman wearing glasses and a small suit appeared in the classroom very punctually.

The wrinkled but still bright eyes saw the vacant seats in the classroom, and immediately asked, "What about Wang Hao, have you taken a leave of absence?" ”

Jiang Futing ignored the color that Song Cheng had been giving him in the rear, and stood realistically

got up and said, "I didn't fake it, I was absent from school." ”

A few sharp eyes from Wang Haotie's buddies slashed at him over and over again.

The head teacher instantly felt that his majesty was provoked by the bad students, and he picked up his mobile phone and called Wang Hao, but he didn't even answer the two other parties, and he was so angry that he was angry on the side: "If you don't study hard every day, where are you going crazy, if any of you has his phone, give him a call!" ”

Several students were forced by the majesty of the head teacher, and took out their mobile phones one after another, but they couldn't get through, Yang Linsheng, who was sitting in the back row, carefully asked Song Cheng in front: "Brother Song, we won't answer this dead boy, why don't you try?" Maybe it works. ”

The head teacher's tone was obviously much better when he spoke to Song Cheng: "Song Cheng, you try it." ”

Song Cheng pursed his lips, there was no way, he took out his mobile phone, dialed the number, and pressed the amplification.

"Beep-toot-" There was only a busy tone on the other end of the phone.

The whole class turned their curious gaze to the back of Jiang Futing and stared at Song Cheng's mobile phone.

The busy sound lasted for nearly half a minute, and Song Cheng crossed Erlang's legs, spread his hands, and was about to hang up the phone.

It turned into a hollow sound, and it seemed to be connected.

(End of chapter)