Song Cheng gritted his teeth and ran desperately, in the dark corridor, in addition to the whistling wind in the rush, another footsteps that I didn't know where I remembered again, and every time it pressed on Song Cheng's heart.

The footsteps kicked and tapped, passing by his body over and over again.

The staircase that went down the stairs seemed impossible to reach during the long journey.

On the other side, Jiang Futing was already standing at the staircase on the west side, he just went back to the first floor directly, looking up one floor at a time, there was no figure of them in the four floors of the corridor below, and the dormitory of the same grade on the fifth floor basically asked, but he didn't see these two people.

Jiang Futing raised his cold eyes and looked at the black and dark floor above along the gap between the handrails of the stairs.

It's so deep that you can't even see the corners of the handrails above.

The sixth floor is forbidden to go up, but thinking of the classmates who had an accident yesterday, his eyes froze, and finally he opened his legs and walked up slowly, and the steps under his feet seemed to be heavier with each step, and even the echo in the corridor became more and more dull.

It took a lot of effort just to walk this floor.

He raised his head and looked at the nearest bedroom at the staircase, it was the sixth floor, and the nearest house number was 601, the whole floor was very quiet, and there was obviously no Zheng Qing and others.

Jiang Futing frowned, could it be that the two of them went back to the dormitory and slipped out again, he walked back while thinking.

When I went downstairs, I always felt that the stairs were a little longer than the usual ones.

After walking down the floor, he stopped familiarly and instinctively turned to the side.

Then the house number that was exactly the same as just now came into his eyes, 601!

Jiang Futing's heart suddenly tightened.

He ran down again at a fast pace, only to be back where he had been. Same!

Not only did the body not sweat under the vigorous exercise, but it became colder and colder, and the chill seeped into the bones.

Again! Twice! Three times!

No matter how you run, it's 601!

He looked up the stairs and prepared to try again.

It's still stuck at 601, but this time there seems to be something different.

Under the windowsill in front of the 601 bedroom, there was a faintly black shadow, curled up quietly in the strange darkness.

Jiang Futing held back the apprehension in his heart, and slowly, he had to move forward in small steps.

The shadow seemed to hear him, and was so stiff that it slowly turned its head a little bit.

The graceful face was almost twisted 180 degrees, and the shadow's hand was scattered with a faint light, hitting his face from below, shining on his glasses, the lenses were against the strange corridor space, and the eyes were staring at him in horror.

The lower half of his face is exposed to the whiteness, and his expression is neither crying nor laughing, and it is extremely distorted and ugly!

Jiang Futing gasped suddenly, and the mobile phone in his hand almost fell to the ground.

As soon as he realized who this person was, the person in front of him flew over.

"Squad leader! Monitor! It's really a squad leader. He spoke in a voice as excited as if he had survived the catastrophe.

"It's okay." Jiang Futing comforted Zheng Qing: "What's the situation?" ”

Zheng Qing's expression that finally settled down seemed to remember something, and he was terrified again: "Song Cheng! Song Cheng is gone! There are ghosts here! There are female ghosts! ”

"Calm down." Jiang Futing said coldly.

Looking at the deep corridor, he had heard a lot of school legends, and even if he wasn't interested, these gossips would always exist anywhere in the school, passively reaching his ears and occupying his brain during recess.

"The stairs on the east side are often walked, have you walked over there?"

When Zheng Qing heard that he was going there, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he screamed in shock: "Can't go!" Can't go that way! ”

Jiang Futing looked at him suspiciously, only to hear the person in front of him keep repeating: "You have to go through 604 to go there!" ”

"There's 604 over there!" "Can't go over 604!"

After hearing this, Jiang Futing became more determined to go that way, and said to him lightly: "If you don't leave, you will stay here for the rest of your life." ”

Zheng Qing's face had already turned so white that there was no blood, and at this moment, he was even more afraid that he would faint at any time.

"Close your eyes and hold me." Jiang Futing rarely took the initiative to reach out his hand, this was the first time he had physical contact with someone other than his family.

Zheng Qing hugged his arm as if he was holding a life-saving straw.

Jiang Futing took a deep breath and walked towards the bedroom corridor step by step.

Everything in front of me seemed to suddenly fog, gray, and it was pitch black everywhere, and it took every step to see more of the dirty and mottled walls.

Outside, there was a constant rustle of strong winds on the ground.

I don't know how long I walked inside, and the darkness in front of me was like a bottomless pit.

Go deeper and deeper, go deeper and deeper. There's no end in sight.

A lot of cold sweat gradually oozed from his forehead, and his palms trembled slightly. The hands that grabbed his arms also kept shaking.

There's always something behind it.

He hesitated, then jerked his head back.

"What, what's wrong? Is there something? Zheng Qing noticed his movements, covered his crying, and said tremblingly.

"It's fine." Jiang Futing's voice remained steady as usual, soothing Zheng Qing's fragile heart.

It was still empty, pitch black.

When I continued to look ahead, I saw a dormitory that terrified the people next to me!

604！

At first glance, the bright red color of the door number on it looks like flowing blood, almost flowing down, which is shocking.

No matter how strong Jiang Futing's inner quality is, he is constantly being crushed and rubbed in the process at this moment, and he is almost on the verge of the brink of collapse.

It's not an option to keep going, you have to go back to the beginning and find another way.

As long as there is a slight anxiety and fear in the heart, this emotion will be like a seed with blood as the soil, taking root in one's heart and sprouting rapidly, and spreading wildly in one's body.

He stiffened his body, and after walking again for a long time, he realized that there was no way back!

The whole space has even lost its sense of time,

Only the endless black corridor remains.

"Squad, squad leader! What's wrong? Did we just walk back, why haven't we reached the staircase yet? Zheng Qing grabbed his arm so hard that his hands became more and more forceful, and the elbow was pinched by him so much that it was almost numb.

Jiang Futing looked at the never-ending corridor, stabilized his voice a little trembling, and slowly said, "I can't go back to the staircase." ”

"What?!" Zheng Qing opened his eyes in shock and looked in the direction of both sides in a panic.

There is a dormitory door every 5 meters or so, but all the doors have a blood-dripping 604 on the door!

Repeat for eternity 604!

"Boom!" With a sound, Zheng Qing directly sat on his knees with a slump of body, with a trace of despair under his frightened eyes, and kept muttering: "What should I do?" ”

"What should I do?"

"What should I do?"

He was like crazy, repeating over and over again in this dark and silent space.

Jiang Futing looked at him facing the wall, his eyes motionless and staring at him with dementia, and his mouth kept muttering, as if he was a demonic barrier.

These three words kept washing their brains and nerves, and in the closed but boundless space, only these three words were left to swirl melodiously and frequently.

Hearing the last thing it seemed to have changed its tune, strange and high-pitched, tearing the brain apart, and panic finally surging out like a spring.

His heart was beating violently, his emotions were fluctuating, and he even began to be irritable to himself, Jiang Futing frowned deeply, and the green tendons on his forehead were faintly visible, revealing that he was desperately suppressing.

"Enough! Be quiet! That already white face, there was no bloodshot at the moment, and he shouted at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing was obviously taken aback, and looked at himself with a wooden face, and then seemed to see something terrible.

The eyes are open and wider, bigger and bigger.

A piercing scream followed.

Jiang Futing covered his ears and turned his head, but there was still nothing behind him! Cold sweat kept running down his body, almost wetting the entire shirt.

He walked over, holding down Zheng Qing desperately, not caring about the scars on his arms that he had dug out, his dark eyes staring at him tightly.

Zheng Qing met his eyes, as if he had been completely sucked in by Jiang Futing, and finally slowly quieted down.

Jiang Futing looked at the person in front of him, his eyes seemed to be focused, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you okay?" ”

Zheng Qing shook his head in a hurry, nodded again, and finally turned into a weird headshake.

Jiang Futing stroked his back, and his cold voice was like a tranquilizer at the moment, "What did you just see?" ”

Zheng Qing still had deep fear in his eyes: "Wu Zixuan, it's Wu Zixuan." ”

Jiang Futing paid attention to his expression when he spoke, the last time he was in the toilet, when Zheng Qing talked about Wu Zixuan, although he was also afraid, he didn't know if he was too careful, it didn't seem to be the same as the shock of ordinary people.

While being scared, it seems that there is an infatuation in it.

He carefully explored the surroundings again,

Just when Zheng Qing was muttering, the edge of his rampage happened to adapt to the darkness, and he began to vaguely grope for the strange black qi in the dark.

Jiang Futing squatted down and leaned him against a relatively clean wall: "Wait a minute, as long as I start leaving, you can hurry up and follow me." ”

Zheng Qing still nodded in a hurry, did not speak, and his expression was completely locked on Jiang Futing, for fear that he would lose the opportunity to escape.

Jiang Futing groped for something near the wall, he has always been a materialist person, and there is no Penrose ladder in reality, but his judgment is affected by something.

There will always be places that are not connected with the real environment, and asymmetrical places must be breakthroughs.

Over and over again, he groped his way through the empty walls of countless 604 dormitories.

The wall was flat and there were hardly any flaws, and just as he looked at the environment and thought, he suddenly realized something.

He had never opened that door, and he didn't know if it was because of instinctive fear or vigilance, and in this dangerous situation, he almost subconsciously avoided that door.

So much so that I fell into the obsession of only wandering in the corridor.

Jiang Futing locked his eyebrows and looked at the door of 604 solemnly, the blood-red font on the door number on it was almost smudged to the edge of the door number, infiltrating the entire wall.

(End of chapter)