The boys' dormitory is a very old 90's house, and the white walls on it are painted layer by layer, the coating is as thick as plaster, peeling off a layer, and leaking out the mottled layer of putty inside.

The dormitory aunt in charge of the door saw that someone had returned to the dormitory so late, and immediately put on a straight face, and was about to start counting it violently, when she saw that it was Jiang Futing's handsome and meticulous face, she took it back as if she had a changed face, and said very gently: "Classmate Jiang, I came back so late today." ”

Jiang Futing nodded and explained simply: "There have been a lot of things in the class in the past two days. ”

The dormitory manager looked at her son, and said distressedly: "Then you hurry back and have a good rest, Auntie knows that you study well, but you are still young, and you must take care of your body!" ”

"I see, thank you, Auntie." Jiang Futing wrote his name, dormitory number, and time of returning to the dormitory in the column of being late in the discipline book at the dormitory management window.

Being late is being late, and he will not sell his shelves to the teacher because he studies well, the more serious and well-behaved Jiang Futing is, the more all the teachers like him.

When he closed the notebook, he suddenly noticed that there were several names that were late, and there were two people from the 508 dormitory on them.

A scribbled pen with a sloppy font that is almost unclear, Jiang Futing often collects homework, and at a glance he knows that this is written by Song Cheng, and there are also very upright and small Zheng Qing characters under Song Cheng.

Jiang Futing frowned, weren't these two people the first to leave the classroom after class? Why is it still late to go to bed? The time of their registration recorded above was 10:09, which was not much earlier than themselves.

He returned to the dormitory, the lights had not been turned off yet, the rock music on Yang Linsheng's mobile phone was extremely loud, and there was no quiet rest in the dormitory.

Jiang Futing walked over and stared at him for a few seconds, and the latter's originally menacing appearance withered after a while, and he was forced to turn down the volume.

Except for him, there was only another person in the dormitory who didn't talk to them much, wearing headphones and lying on the bed silently flipping through some art history book, a student who had been inserted into his own class dormitory from an art class.

"Song Cheng and Zheng Qing haven't come back yet?" Jiang Futing asked.

Yang Linsheng immediately got up and hung his head down, and looked at the position of his lower bunk: "Yes, that fool and Brother Song have come out a long time ago, why haven't they arrived yet?" ”

Jiang Futing continued to ask, "Have you called?" ”

"Nope!" Yang Linsheng suddenly remembered something: "When chatting in the afternoon, Brother Song said that it seemed that a buddy invited him to have supper, and he wanted to serve Zheng Qing a little bit and let him do it." ”

A chill suddenly rose on Jiang Futing's face, obviously very dissatisfied with the two of them sneaking out of the school at such a tense moment, "When I came back, I saw them signing in on the discipline sheet, and they didn't enter the dormitory?" ”

"Nope. Or ······" Yang Linsheng hesitated for a moment and said, "You can call them directly to see." ”

Jiang Futing looked at the expression on his face, obviously having a psychological shadow on what happened last night, and was about to take out his mobile phone.

Seeing this, Yang Linsheng hurriedly said, "Don't wait any longer!" It's hard for them to go

It's the stairs on the west side, the stairs are steep, the lights are not good, and it's normal to walk slowly after drinking too much! ”

Jiang Futing glanced at him, is this joking with other people's safety?

Dial Zheng Qing's number: "I'm sorry, the number you dialed is not in the service area. ”

Press the red button and redial, still a very mechanical official woman's voice.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is not in the service area."

"I'll look for it." Jiang Futing hastily put on a thin coat, walked out of the door of the dormitory, and before leaving, he paused and turned back to the stunned Yang Linsheng and instructed: "I didn't come back at half past ten, tell the teacher." ”

He closed the door to his bedroom, and the sound of his own footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

On the other side of the staircase to the west of the dormitory, two dark figures crept along the faint safety lights on the stairs.

Song Cheng and Zheng Qing originally came in through the small window at the back of the dormitory building, but who knew that luck was so unfortunate that they happened to meet the dormitory manager who was patrolling the building, and under the coercion of the dormitory manager's evil voice and rudeness, they were forced to write a late form.

Because each step is particularly high, it is very difficult to walk, and every time he climbs a floor, Zheng Qing has to count it gently, otherwise he doesn't know how many floors he has walked to, and the floor mark on the wall has been destroyed by time early, and it is rotten and unclear.

"It's here, Brother Song." Zheng Qing suddenly stopped and reminded carefully.

The two of them gathered their feet, turned the staircase, and walked in the direction of the dormitory room.

“woc！ Fool, are you mentally retarded, you can't count! It's all on the 6th floor! Song Cheng looked at the numbers on the house number and shouted in horror.

It was 604.

The font on it is a little red because of the mottled rust.

The sixth floor has always been closed to students, originally this dormitory building is actually a women's dormitory, and that 604 happens to be the room where Wu Zixuan, who jumped off the building two months ago, lives.

Because after her death at that time, some strange things happened, and the things at that time were relatively big, and they were finally suppressed, and the school was afraid of affecting the mental health of female students, so they gave this dormitory building to boys, and there is also a saying that boys are yang, even if there is really something, they can suppress it.

Song Cheng scolded again and again: "It's really unlucky! Silly B! Lead the way and get out of this hellish place! ”

Zheng Qing was also pale from fright in an instant, with an expression of wanting to cry: "Song, Brother Song, I'm afraid, or you go ahead of me, I'll count behind." ”

"You fool, why are you so daring!" Song Cheng pretended to roar and walked in front, but there was still a hint of trembling in his voice: "Count Lao Tzu!" If you wait and count too much, and run to the fourth floor, Lao Tzu wants you to look good! ”

Zheng Qing's chick nodded again and again, and obediently followed Song Cheng to count, his hand in his pocket and didn't know what to fum.

Song Cheng led the people behind him to run in the corridor in a hurry, so thick that the sound of wheezing and footsteps intertwined back and forth, and the sound of footsteps kicking and tapping on the ground inadvertently became more and more frequent.

Wrong!

He stopped suddenly, and the moment he stopped, it seemed that something was on his body, and the hairs on his skin instantly stood upside down!

Song Cheng hurriedly turned his head, and a pair of dark and shining eyes suddenly appeared in front of him, staring at him tightly.

At this time, Zheng Qing was only a breath away from him, and suddenly met Zheng Qing's face with glasses, and a miserable white face was reflected on the lenses, and he was frightened for a while, and suddenly took two steps back.

"You! What are you doing! Song Cheng asked with a gasp.

Zheng Qing tilted his neck one by one, like a simulated robot, his round eyes were a little numb, and he said innocently: "I'm counting!" ”

"You haven't reached the stairs yet, what are you counting!" Song Cheng looked down, there was a miserable white arm in the gray light, his heart stopped beating a beat, and when he looked at it carefully for a few seconds, he found that it was Zheng Qing's, and his weak limbs finally eased slightly, and he scolded weakly.

Zheng Qing continued to look at him with the round eyes just now, he couldn't tell what was weird, the person in front of him didn't seem to have tired eyelids, he was a little stiff, and his eyes were almost tearing himself down into his bones.

After Song Cheng finished speaking for three seconds, Zheng Qing slowly spoke, and his upper and lower lips opened and closed very rigidly, just like the innocent tone just now: "You, just, just, let, me, good, good, count, of." ”

Song Cheng imagined that he would continue to count in the past, but looking at Zheng Qing at this time, his heart became more and more empty, so that he couldn't look directly.

Song Cheng looked at him suspiciously, and said dryly: "Then you follow me, don't mess with me." ”

"Yes." The fat big face on the other side nodded again and again, and when the face went down, a thick double chin was squeezed out.

He turned his head with a look of disgust in his heart, and continued to run briskly.

The wheezing sounds in the hallway were repeated again and again, very chaotically intertwined.

"Step! Trample! Tap! Trample! "The echoing footsteps are so frequent that they even begin to be disorganized.

"Ride! Join together! Join together! "One of them was so abrupt that footsteps came from behind him, getting closer, closer and closer.

Suddenly it was so close that it was almost next to my ear!

Song Cheng's ears suddenly cooled, and something was blowing in his ears and floating.

No, there must be more than just the two of them in this hallway.

"Zheng Qing! Did you hear other footsteps? Song Cheng's heart became more and more hairy.

There was only silence behind him, answering him silently.

"Zheng Qing?!" Song Chengde's fear was like a bottomless pit that almost swallowed him, and he turned his head suddenly.

I saw that familiar face, the corners of the mouth were very big, and because the movements were too stiff, the muscles on the face were piled up layer by layer in a strange way.

"No, yes, yes." The bite and closure of the mouth are so flat that there are no ups and downs in tone, like a very official machine automatic broadcast.

"You, did you drink too much?" Song Cheng swallowed his saliva with difficulty, staring at the person in front of him, and slowly retreated from the soles of his feet, for fear of attracting this person's attention.

"Ahh

！ Yikes! Yikes! The face remained an exaggerated smile, so dark that it stared at him without moving. Then he said again without any emotion: "No, yes, ah-"

"Zheng Qing, you speak well to Lao Tzu!" Song Cheng glared at him in more and more horror, and he didn't know when it was dark and dark.

"I, good, good, say," the strange tone was not finished.

"Ahhh!!!hhh The screams were so terrible that they spread throughout the floor, and Song Cheng looked at the people in front of him, the fear and whiteness on his face almost dissipated.

The fat head suddenly fell off and hung around his neck, the smile on his face still remained, and his eyes were so black that he looked at him motionlessly.

"Head, head, again, drop." The hanging head does not forget to continue to open and close mechanically in the mouth.

Frightened, he felt like he was flying directly to his head, and Song Cheng pulled his legs and ran away frantically in the corridor.

Zheng Qing hung his head and kicked on heavy footsteps, following closely behind him.

"Head,"

"I—of, head."

(End of chapter)