Jiang Futing rubbed his eyebrows and listened to Song Cheng start scolding on the other end of the phone: "Wang Hao, what are you doing with a dead boy?" I went to the toilet with a stomach, and the teacher didn't answer your phone? You don't want to mess around in school? ”

"Boom-boom-boom-" The only sound on the phone was the flickering sound of electricity.

"Hey! Wang Hao, what are you doing! Song Cheng asked impatiently when he heard that the person opposite actually ignored him.

"Ahh

"Is the signal bad?" A girl whispered.

Song Cheng shook his phone and shouted into the phone, "Can you hear me?" If you can hear it, hurry up and reply to Lao Tzu, otherwise the old class will remember that you are absent from class! ”

"Ahh

"If you don't speak, I'll hang up!" Song Cheng casually threatened.

"W-I--ah-I-" The phone suddenly sounded staccato and muffled, mixed with indistinct noise.

"What? Hear clearly! Are you still in the toilet? The signal is so bad! ”

The sound of electricity over there suddenly disappeared, and there was silence for a few seconds, Jiang Futing stopped the pen in his hand, and couldn't help but look back.

Then a woman's strange and sympathetic voice appeared on the other end of the phone: "I'm Wu Zixuan." ”

Immediately after that, the sound of electricity sounded again.

Jiang Futing clearly felt that the atmosphere in the classroom had become extraordinarily quiet, and he could almost hear everyone's gasping sounds.

Song Cheng seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, the expression on his face became panicked, and he hurriedly hung up the phone: "Teacher, I'll go find Wang Hao, he may have had an accident!" ”

When the head teacher heard the word 'accident', his face immediately became ugly: "Hurry up and look for it, other boys help to find it, the girls stay in the classroom, go back to the evening self-study together after class, don't go separately." ”

The entire teaching building of the third year of high school is four stories high, surrounded by four sides, and there is an open space in the middle, so that students can take a break in the corridor after class and also look at the scenery of the open space.

There will be a toilet on each side and floor of the school building.

Jiang Futing followed the classmates in the class to run through the toilet, but he didn't see anyone, and thought for a while: "Go to the dormitory to find it!" ”

The group rushed back to the dormitory, making wild phone calls along the way, but the call never went through.

The dormitory building for boys is a little higher than the academic building, with a total of six floors, and the old-fashioned staircase is very steep.

He followed a few other classmates and took a breath and rushed directly to the fifth floor.

Back in their dormitories, these people violently lifted everyone's bed! I even looked through the cracks in the toilet.

"Did you find it?" "Nope!"

"He can't sneak out of school and run an Internet café by himself!"

"No, it's not that the mobile phone can't be called."

Jiang Futing ignored their random speculation, took a closer look in the dormitory, and suddenly noticed that there were not deep or shallow footprints on the concrete floor that came out of the toilet.

The footprints seem to have been stepped on for a long time, and they haven't even completely dried yet

Thoroughly, he made a rough comparison of his shoes, which were size 43 shoes, which should have been left by Wang Hao.

Jiang Futing said lightly to the people on the side: "Look at this." ”

Song Cheng immediately noticed it, looked at the footprints on the ground, and exclaimed: "It's Wang Hao's."

Several people followed the footprints from the toilet to the door, the footprints led to the westernmost part of the corridor, and the light here became darker and darker, and the footprints on the ground became clearer and clearer.

Dark watermarks seep through the mud.

Obviously, there were many people gathered together, but Jiang Futing could still clearly feel that the temperature around him had been dropping, and the cold was constantly invading his skin.

The other students who followed behind him gradually disappeared in this slight coldness.

Jiang Futing could clearly feel the sound of heavy breathing in the quiet space.

Everyone seemed to be getting more and more nervous, and their feet were trampling in the empty corridor, and the sound of tapping echoed.

Obviously, the distance that usually takes half a minute seems extra long at the moment.

Jiang Futing paused suddenly, and the footprints under his feet seemed to be different in some places. The dark marks on the ground have a few extra drops of irregular circular marks on the edges.

The prints were faintly dark red.

Everyone didn't dare to come out, and followed two steps forward.

Gradually, the faint smell of blood filled the air.

The footprints under the entire feet turned a deep dark red until they reached the door of the westernmost public toilet, and the moment they turned on the light, the blinding blood-red footprints washed everyone's eyes.

Jiang Futing had never seen such a scene no matter how calm he was, his feet were stunned, the hairs of the whole person stood up instantly, and his face suddenly stiffened on the cold ground, and his ink-like eyes shrank.

“WOC！ What is this! It's all blood! Song Cheng behind him immediately shouted in horror when he saw it.

"Quick! Call the teacher! ”

Jiang Futing calmed down the trembling in his heart, followed the heavy footsteps of the footprints, and walked to the last compartment in the toilet.

The floor outside the compartment was now covered with sticky, fishy liquid.

Jiang Futing endured the impact of the blood, stepped on one of the few clean places, pushed down the door panel, and the door was actually locked from the inside.

"I'll push!" Song Cheng pushed him away and slammed the door hard.

The door shook violently, and even brought down a layer of lime from the wall, but the door still didn't open.

"I'll do it anyway." Jiang Futing said without saying a word, leaning half of his body sideways to the door.

The sound of "boom" shook the entire toilet.

An extraordinarily strong fishy smell instantly invaded the air of the entire room.

The person who was slumped on the toilet was the Wang Hao they had been looking for!

At this moment, he was lying on the toilet, his hands were weakly pounding on his sides, the small space of the partition was full of blood splashes, his head was strangely pulled up, and his horrible bloody face was facing the doorway.

Two pencils passed through his eye sockets, and the nibs of his ears were almost piercing.

Almost penetrated!

That usually angry face is covered with blood at the moment!

The faces of the few people he saw turned extremely pale, and Song Cheng took a few steps back directly, and a disgusting feeling rolled over his stomach.

Jiang Futing was also suddenly frightened, his hand holding the door trembled slightly, and he could even feel the coolness emanating from the corpse.

There was a rustling sound outside the window, and the wind was blowing through the branches and leaves.

Jiang Futing raised his head and looked out the window, and several other people instinctively followed his line of sight.

A huge black shadow lay on the window of the bedroom, and the shadow of the palm of the hand seemed to crawl on the window, because of the window paper, the face outside was blurred, but it was even more creepy.

"Ah!!h "There are ghosts!!"

Several people with poor mental capacity let out bursts of screams of horror.

"Hey! You see. Yang Linsheng, who was standing on the other side behind him, was so shocked that he handed out the mobile phone in his hand to show everyone.

The mobile phone page still retains the screen of waiting for a call with Wang Hao.

But lying in a pool of blood, Wang Hao's mobile phone was still a pitch-black screen, and there was no response.

It was so silent that the sound of a few people swallowing saliva sounded clearly in the toilet.

A few students suddenly ran out of the toilet like crazy, Jiang Futing's heart beat wildly in an instant, almost jumping out of his throat, he took out his mobile phone with a slight trembling hand, but his face was still silent, dialing 110.

suppressed his voice, and the previous deep and hoarse was a little hoarse: "Hey, policeman?" I'm ······ Fortress High School."

After making the call, Jiang Futing turned around, organized other panicked students, and inadvertently noticed that Zheng Qing was still staring at the window, and the shocked eyes hidden under the glasses concealed a trace of nostalgia and sadness.

He looked at it twice, and the other party seemed to notice his gaze, hurriedly lowered his head, and when he met his gaze again, he returned to his usual timidity, and left tremblingly.

On Leng Yi's face, his deep eyes couldn't help but darken.

The entire school was awakened from the darkness to the high-pitched honking of police cars and ambulances.

Wang Hao's body was slowly carried out of dormitory 508 under the curious eyes of the students, and was observed layer by layer. In addition to the fear of death, there is more of a surprise about the way he died, and under the eyes of such a group of scrutiny, he is more like an exhibit in a museum.

Carrying out the door of the dormitory, the night wind rippled again, and the white cloth horns covering the corpse kept fluttering.

Jiang Futing followed and walked downstairs, watching Wang Hao being carried up to 120, and the crowd didn't know which boy spread first.

"It's Wu Zixuan! We just saw Wu Zixuan! ”

"Didn't Wu Zixuan jump off the building and die a long time ago?"

"Really, a lot of us just saw her!"

"She must be unwilling to die herself, and she wants to drag us into the water!"

The school's teaching director also hurried here when he heard the news, and looked at the real dead person, and the expression on his face turned pale in an instant.

He shouted at the top of his voice: "Okay, don't shout, don't think about something all day long, go back to the bedroom to rest when you should rest!" Just take care of your studies! The school and the police will investigate! Don't spread these things out there! Do you hear that?! ”

The onlookers were scolded by the dean and whispered as they returned to their dormitories.

The gossip quickly spread to every corner of the school, and in just half a day, almost everyone was talking about it, Wu Zixuan, who committed suicide two months ago, came back, and Wang Hao was killed by her own hands.

The atmosphere of the school is shrouded in a panic and gray mood, and some people who are usually scattered have also begun to shuttle back and forth in the school, and there will no longer be a little couple secretly pressing the road in the school's garden and playground.

The students in the first and second years of high school are in a state of study, except for a few people with strong self-control, who are obviously absent-minded, and there are small notes in class to discuss things related to female ghosts.

Teachers in the third year of high school rarely give students a chance to relax, for fear of forcing students out of illness, and it is difficult to get out of class on time for evening self-study.

Jiang Futing packed up his things and left the classroom at the latest, locking the door of the classroom.

There is no figure in the huge campus at this time, and the faint street lamps illuminate the extremely bleak campus at this moment, and only their own footsteps echo on the empty road when walking on the road.

(End of chapter)