When Han Dong woke up, the room was quiet, and the morning sun was blocked by the heavy curtains, and it was impossible to penetrate at all.

After rubbing his sleepy eyes, he moved the trembling phone on the bedside table to his eyes.

Hmm, it's a call from Pan Jie, a close friend.

At 7:40, it looks like this guy is in class early.

Hmm, 10 missed calls.

Wait, 10 incoming calls?!

He was agitated, and he had no sleepiness.

"Hey, what's wrong Xiaojie, get up early and kill a serial call..."

"Thank goodness you're finally awake." There was a distinct exhalation sound on the other end of the phone, and it seemed that the phone was connected and a big deal was over.

"The 'tyrant' finally gave me three days off to recuperate, you are good, you are arguing early in the morning." Han Dong replied angrily, but there was something strange in his heart.

Pan Jie is his roommate, a good brother in the upper and lower bunks in high school, gags together during self-study, and swings back to the dormitory on the playground after school, judging the girls who pass by the way. If you want to take one sentence to sum up the relationship between the two, it is a pair of underwear worn by two people - know the roots.

Because of this, he knows his character very well, and if it weren't for the urgency of the situation, he would never have made so many phone calls one after another.

But what can an ordinary student do? Even if there is an emergency, you should find a teacher, is it useful to call yourself?

He was still sorting out his thoughts in his mind to deduce the possible situation, and the voice on the other end of the phone changed to an eager voice: "Don't say these useless, do you know a person named Chen Pingfan?" ”

"Chen Pingfan?" Han Dong frowned, and after a quick search in his mind, he made sure that he had never heard of such a number one person, "I don't know, what's wrong?" ”

"That's also our senior high school classmate, who committed suicide by jumping off the building last night, and was found dead in the small garden of the boys' dormitory building at seven o'clock in the morning."

"Suicide by jumping off a building?" Han Dong's heart jumped, this is a big deal!

"But the most shocking thing is not this, but, it's..."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone, but the rapid breathing and the sound of swallowing saliva indicated that the other party did not hang up, but fell into hesitation.

"What is it, you say!"

Han Dong was stunned, what else could be bigger than a dead man?

"I... I sent you WeChat, you better see for yourself. The young man on the other end of the phone exhaled, "After reading it, don't panic, this matter must have nothing to do with you." Oh, the police uncle came to understand the situation, hang up first! ”

"Dudu Du~" The next moment, the mobile phone screen lit up again, and the call was over.

"If you say hang it, hang it..."Han Dong muttered, what is the situation, why does it seem to be involved with himself?

He opened WeChat and found that five unread messages were displayed next to the other party's profile picture.

"Hey, it's all pictures?" After clicking through the dialog box, five photos of black goo dong jumped into view.

This scummy picture quality should have been shot with an old-fashioned Nokia, right?

Han Dong complained in his heart, and clicked on the first picture to zoom in.

The next moment, his eyes widened, and his expression was full of disbelief: "This, this is?!"

The photo shows a stairway with carved handrails of white oak glowing in the dim light.

Showing off the carved handrails of his dormitory building to high school students from other schools in the same neighborhood was one of Han Dong's favorite things to do, and he would pull out his phone on weekends when everyone got together to brag about it. Is your school ranked No. 1 in the city? Oh, and do you have such a bourgeoisie and beautiful staircase in your dormitory? Your school has spent another 10 million to build a building this year? Oh, and do you have such a bourgeoisie and beautiful staircase in your dormitory? Is your girls' dormitory diagonally opposite the boys' dormitory? Oh, and your dorm building... Brother, which school are you, is your school still recruiting?!

But now when he saw the handrails again, he only shuddered, especially when the whiteness was contrasted with the blood-red handwriting on the walls.

In fact, there are only four words on the walls of the corridor.

But it's a terrible four words--

Han Dong hurt me.

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Han Dong got out of bed and opened the curtains. The seventh floor has a wide view, there are no high-rise buildings nearby, and you can always look into the distance.

There are few high-rise buildings, which is a unique feature of Lingang District.

As a coastal city, Xiyuan City closely followed the trend in the early days of reform and opening up, relying on the rapid development of ships, shipping and foreign trade, and the regional GDP doubled in four years like a rocket, and in just 20 years, it successfully became a second-tier city from a little-known small fishing village. As the vanguard, Lingang District actively responded to the call, and during the large-scale production period, large and small factories, hardware stores, and foreign trade cities can be seen everywhere in the district.

However, after entering the new century, Xiyuan City began to take the route of light industry and sustainable development, and vigorously developed tourism, and other areas sprung up one after another. Lingang is still the same as it was back then.

No. 223, Xiama Street, Lingang District, was originally a lathe factory. The lathe factory gradually declined, and was eventually transformed into a Lingang Welfare Home by the district government, which housed the poor or homeless. Han Dong has lived here since he can remember. He was an orphan.

Now, more than ten years have passed, the welfare home has been renovated and expanded twice, the townhouse has been raised into an apartment building, the earth and stone pavement has been poured with cement and cyan floor tiles, and the small playground has also been paved with artificial turf and rubber runway, which looks no longer shabby. But every time he sat by the window of the dormitory and held his hands in a daze, he couldn't help but think of the two rows of bungalows on the roofs that leaked when it rained, the two-story small buildings with mottled walls and blue-gray cement, the creepers and wisteria that climbed all over the small buildings, the dirt and stone roads where small fish and shrimp could be raised on rainy days, the small playground with all kinds of clothes and mattresses, and the childhood friends who chased wantonly on the small playground. As time passed, the other experiences of these years gradually blurred from the memory, but these scenes were still vivid, and the trance was still yesterday.

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"April is one of the best months." Han Dong whispered, opening the window to let the gentle spring breeze into the room.

The heart that was beating wildly because of shock slowly subsided.

The weather was still very good today, there was not a single cloud in the blue sky, the bright morning sun was shining down, the willow branches were swaying back and forth with the breeze, and the birds were jumping in the middle of the air on the branches, and occasionally landing on the crossbar outside the window. Downstairs, the gray-haired old man was walking with his hands behind his back, and the clothes hanging in the small playground were dancing in the wind. The small river outside the walls of the welfare home twists into the sea, and the small fishing boats and large freighters on the sea are intertwined, and the whistle roars long and clear.

Everything seems to be the same as before.

But he knows that from today onwards, everything is different. To be more precise, since the bizarre car accident more than two weeks ago, change has been quietly happening.

It was a weekend when a group of high school juniors met up to go cycling in a nearby park to decompress. But when he was the first to rush over a certain slope, Han Dong was horrified to find that the brakes could not be pinched. Between the handlebars and the brakes, something unseen seemed to be suddenly crammed in.

At the critical moment, he controlled the bicycle and crashed straight into the grass next to him, which was exchanged for a minor injury such as a bag on his forehead.

And when I woke up the next day, things started to go wrong.

From time to time, strange sounds would come from his ears, and by today they were about to converge into a symphony.

That's it.

"Hey Kiyoko, can you find a bar to have a drink with when you show up?"

"No, every time I go to drink with you, I always wake up the next day with a sore butt!"

"Hey, hey, don't be so misleading, okay! If you don't drink with me, your butt will hurt the next day, hemorrhoids should be cut off as soon as possible! ”

"Hey, let's go to the haunted house tonight and play ghosts, right? I haven't been there for a week, and I'm starting to miss the embarrassment of humans again! ”

"Don't suffer Lao Tzu, you have to go by yourself!"

"Oh, don't refuse so much, I don't believe you don't want to play tricks on them anymore."

"Phew, who left me alone last time and ran away by myself? I don't want to run into that kind of neurosis that I have to catch the staff and beat me up when I'm so scared to death! ”

"Wow, Xiaomei, your dress is really amazing!"

"YES, THIS IS PRADA'S NEW PRODUCT THIS SPRING, MY HUSBAND BOUGHT IT, AND IT COST 30,000 YUAN!"

"What, little 30,000?! Your husband is too good to you, right? No, you must treat me to a big meal today, my lemon essence is already sour! ”

......

Just yesterday, he had always thought that these were auditory hallucinations, the sequelae of "head-horning", although these voices carried the plot with gossip and privacy and occasionally 18 banned.

But after last night's dream, he felt that these people might be real.

It was a nightmare, a foggy dark space, where two children in ill-fitting gray floral dresses shouted to play with them. But they grinned to the base of their teeth with a terrible grin, their eyes were empty, and their pale faces were covered with bloody tears. Before they vanished, they cursed that the blade of judgment would see blood.

This morning, a student of the same school committed suicide by jumping off a building, and sensational words were written on the wall of the stairwell.

He couldn't help but tie the two together.

"Chen Pingfan, Chen Pingfan..."

Han Dong leaned his head against the window and muttered, and suddenly felt that this name was a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

After a moment, he sat up straight suddenly: "It turned out to be him, it turned out to be him!" ”

In this way, I can be regarded as knowing this person, and if I meet and talk nonsense, I will know him.

Yesterday afternoon, when my auditory hallucinations became more and more serious, I was generously given a three-day vacation home to recuperate, and when I walked to the staircase of a certain part of the teaching building, I almost bumped into a boy holding a test paper, and the boy was called Chen Pingfan. And when he left, he said something that was headless and brainless.

He said, "Pay attention to safety in the next two days, brother." ”

At that time, I thought it was strange, we obviously didn't know each other, what kind of relatives did you recognize. Now that I think about it, this is clearly the tone of those two children!

"Is this what you call judgment?" He lowered his head and muttered to himself, his face a little sad, "Just one contact with me, and you want to let others die?" ”

"Yes, brother, they must die." Suddenly there was a sound of voice in the quiet room, and it sounded familiar.

"Must die!"

It's the two ghost-like kids in last night's dream!

"Them?" Han Dong sensed the potential meaning of those words, and couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. Could it be that more than one person died because of himself?!

"You... Who the hell are you? He asked with fear in his heart.

A few moments passed, and silence returned to the room, and no one answered.

As if it was just an illusion.

"Speak, speak!" He suddenly shouted, and a fire rose in his heart for no reason, "Just because I didn't obey, I want to kill innocent people to vent my anger?" If you're coming for me, then come out, why hide in the shadows and pretend to be ghosts?! ”

Still no reply.

But there was a knock on the door outside the room, followed by the voice of a woman.

"Xiaodong, who are you talking to on the phone, why are you arguing early in the morning?"

"It's not a dean, it's a classmate from school." Han Dong took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Be polite when talking to your classmates." The woman continued, "Everyone has gone about their own business, so you should get up quickly, and don't you have to go to the hospital to see an ear doctor after breakfast?" Dean, I'm too busy today, so I'll call Teacher An, and she will come over to accompany you later. ”

"Teacher An?" Han Dong's heart moved, and a smiling figure could not help but appear in his mind.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen her in a long time.

"I know the dean, go down immediately." He answered.

At the same time, the voice that had disappeared sounded again.

"The blade has been sacrificed, and it will not fall easily!"

"It won't fall easily!"

Han Dong stood up, his eyes carefully scanning the room, under the bed, the cabinet, and the ceiling, to make sure that nothing was missed.

Unfortunately, even if I searched every corner, I still found nothing.

But at that moment just now, he clearly felt that there were two more lines of sight in the dark, like two lone wolves in the night, cruel and dangerous.

"Since you don't want to show up, then stay honest and don't come out again." After a serious admonition to the empty air, he simply cleaned up and went out.

Voices rang out again in the empty room.

"The third person."

"The third person!"

The huge poster on the wall trembled, and two small faces suddenly appeared where the human heads should have been printed, their faces were pale and their mouths were unbelievably open, and blood and tears were gushing out of their empty eyes.