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Introduction (1) Five years ago, on a starless and moonless night, the entire sky was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.

There was no light in the pink school building of Xingcheng Girls' High School, and when she stood down and looked up, the entire school building stood there like a huge black monster, coldly looking at the hesitant figure standing below it.

If you look closely, you will see a figure at the entrance of the school building, a very uneasy figure.

Faintly, the figure was thin, and it could be seen from her slightly raised breasts that were rising and falling due to nervousness and fear, but it could be seen that it was a girl, a girl who had just developed as beautiful as a bud, and at this time this girl should have been watching love in her dormitory by the bedside light, or lying on the desk and writing homework, but now she was standing in front of the entrance of the teaching building, the entrance of the black hole in the teaching building was like the blood basin of the huge monster's mouth, and the wind hovering inside made a whirring sound from time to time.

The big iron lock at the entrance had been opened, and the girl stretched out her trembling hand and gently pushed it.

A strange creak sounded, and the screeching sound of the door rusting on the shaft startled the girl, and although this sound was often heard, there was no doubt that any kind of sound would startle the girl in this situation.

The girl shuddered as she looked up at the black staircase, but she pushed open the door and walked in.

The handrails have not been wiped for a long time, and they are covered with a layer of dust, and the girl who loves to be clean will not be willing to put her slender on the dirty thing, but if she doesn't hold on to something, the girl feels that she will really fall, maybe it's a psychological effect, she always feels that something is going to happen tonight, but she has to come here because of that person.

The girl had to hold on to the wall step by step, her heart would beat with each step, the empty staircase did not make any sound, the voice-activated light hanging on the wall did not turn on for some reason, and the girl cursed those immoral profiteers a hundred times in her heart.

I never felt that climbing the stairs would be such a torment, the girl who loves sports always likes to happily jump on the stairs with her companions, it is said that climbing more stairs is slim and shaped, but now the girl feels that this staircase is like a hell's passage, and she is stepping forward step by step.

Bang bang bang!

An unusual sound came from above the girl, and the loud sound hit the girl's fragile heart again, she pursed her lips tightly and mustered up the courage to look up, only to see a small black thing rolling on the steps, and every step sounded a loud sound, and the girl's heart trembled.

The girl's eyes were fixed on the black shadow that kept making noises and rolling towards her step by step, and at last, the thing stopped as it rolled to the girl's feet, and a cold feeling penetrated into the girl's heart through the exposed toes of the sandals, and she couldn't help but shiver.

When she found that the thing stopped at her feet and no longer moved, she dared to muster up the courage to bend down but pick up the thing, when the girl's slender fingertips touched the thing at her feet, a cold moment came along the fingertips, but the girl pulled up a smile, it turned out to be just a metal can, it turned out to be such a small thing that scared her.

Thinking of this, the girl finally breathed a sigh of relief, she then leaned on the smooth tile wall and walked up slowly, the steps in front seemed to never end, I don't know why a story that she had seen appeared in her head, the story was also about a girl who climbed the stairs late at night, because of the evening self-study, the girl came home very late, the girl could take the elevator, but that day I don't know why the elevator was broken, so the girl decided to climb the stairs home, her home is on the fourth floor, So the girl went up the stairs step by step, and since she seldom climbed the stairs, she was in a moment's interest, and counted each step, because she wanted to know how many steps she would have to climb from the bottom to the house, and the sound of the girl's count sounded in the empty staircase: one, two, three, four, five...... Eighteen...... Twenty-seven...... In this way, the girl climbed step by step, and perhaps at last even the girl did not realize that she had uttered from her mouth: two thousand twenty-three...... Two thousand twenty-four, two thousand twenty-five...... In this way, the girl stayed forever in that other space, a space with only staircase steps, and there was a person and a girl carrying a schoolbag and constantly counting the steps: one hundred and three thousand one......

Thinking of this story, the girl trembled, although she didn't believe in any ghosts and gods, but talking about ghosts late at night, thinking about ghosts alone is the biggest taboo in the night, although the girl also has a desire to want to step up, but the story is like a huge egg in the throat of the young woman, she has to give up, she admits that she lost to the story, and at the same time secretly admires the person who made up this story to give her an extra layer of imagination.

When the girl turned the corner for the fifth time, her hanging heart finally fell, and she looked up at the last row of steps, and her heart said that as long as she finished this row of steps, she would reach the fourth floor, the fourth floor...... On the same floor as the girl's home in the story, the girl began to curse the storyteller at this time, why not the third or fifth floor, but to be on the same floor as her own classroom, she secretly swore that after tonight, she would repair the storyteller well, and let him change the floor well, so as not to scare her weak little heart next time.

When the girl's sandals crossed the last staircase, her nervous heart was finally relieved, and she looked at the walkway in front of her, which she had walked countless times, and the floor tiles were paved with fine patterns, and the windows on both sides reflected the dark light on the ground, reflecting a faint light.

The dim yellow light faintly revealed from the front classroom, and the girl's frightened nerves were instantly relaxed, and when she knew that the person had already arrived, she was no longer afraid of anything, so the sound of easy sandals stepping on the floor tiles sounded in the empty aisle, and the voice at this time was an unusually bright singing voice in the girl's ears.

But the light singing did not last long before it stopped, and the girl looked through the window of the classroom, and saw that there was no one in the whole classroom at all, only a half-candle that was about to burn out on a table in the center of the classroom, and the blue-yellow turbid seedlings seemed to be blown out by the wind at any moment.

A burst of suspicion flooded the girl's heart: What about the person, that person should have already come, but why did he only light a candle but no one was seen?

The girl walked to the door of the classroom with doubts and found that the door of the classroom had already been opened, and the lock was still hanging on the deadbolt next to it, and a strange feeling spread in the girl's heart again, she always felt that something terrible was going to happen, but she always extinguished the ominous thought by herself, because she thought that it was just her most inaccurate sixth sense at work, but she didn't expect that the sixth sense, which had always been inaccurate, was extremely accurate this time.

The door creaked open, and the girl walked into the familiar classroom, where on the walls on both sides hung several portraits and quotes of world celebrities, which were supposed to serve as inspirations, but no one thought that they had another name———— posthumous portraits.

"Anyone? Are you here? The girl called softly, but there was no one in the whole room, only the candle flickering incessantly, and the red wax oil was already flowing on the table, as if it were bright red blood.

When she thought of the blood girl, she felt a wave of dizziness, because she was a little dizzy and dizzy when she saw something red, so she never had a red shirt since she was a child.

"It's strange, since everyone is here, why aren't they there, maybe it's been a long wait to go to the bathroom." Thinking so, the girl sat down at the candle and stared at the flickering candle.

With a snort, a strange wind blew into the classroom, and the originally fragile candle was completely extinguished, and the originally dim classroom was dark at this time. Then there was a loud bang, and the classroom door suddenly closed silently and automatically, followed by the sound of clattering footsteps coming from behind the door.

A black shadow slowly walked towards the girl, and for some reason, the girl could see the two bright and abnormal eyes of the black shadow, full of murderous eyes.

"Is that you?! You...... Don't scare me, I'm here as promised. The girl clutched her hands tightly on her chest, and stepped back step by step, her beautiful eyes staring fearfully at the black shadow that kept pressing on her.

There was no sound, just two murderous eyes.

With a bang, the girl could no longer retreat, because her back was already pressed against the wall, and the cold feeling spread across her back, but there was also a cold feeling on her delicate neck, a cold thing had wrapped around her neck, and the girl was so shocked at this moment that she couldn't believe what she was seeing. 、

However, when the cold thing on her neck suddenly increased her strength and strangled her breathlessly, she thought that the person in front of her really wanted to kill her!

The girl's hands tugged at something wrapped around her neck, but the more she pulled it, the harder it became.

Finally, with a click, the girl's two delicate hands slowly drooped between their necks......

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