At night, eleven o'clock, Langchuan Medical College, an old three-story building.

"Shhhh

Behind the door at the end of the corridor on the second floor, two boys curled up cautiously, their ears pressed to the door, as if waiting for something to arrive.

In the distance, a dull grinding sound of dragging soft weights gradually approached, and the muscles of the two boys tensed, and their movements seemed stiff and fixed, and the excessive tension made fine beads of sweat appear on their foreheads.

The sound of the dragging was getting closer and closer, and just as it was about to approach the door, the sound suddenly stopped.

At the same time, their breathing was still, and they closed their eyes, as if afraid of hearing the slightest movement from something outside.

Their ears attached to the door heard the sound of fingers touching the door, not one hand, not one hand, not one hand, but many hands caressing.

The blonde boy's brow furrowed, and his brain was trying to feel the meaning of the smooth, dry stroke.

After about a few minutes, the stroking died down, replaced by a heavy dragging sound that continued to sound, and went down the stairs.

"Woo ......" The bronzed-skinned boy next to the blonde boy let out a long breath, and his stiff body gradually relaxed.

They shifted into a more comfortable position and leaned against the door.

"Do you understand anything, Hammer?"

"No," the blonde boy shook his head, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the open cuffs of his white shirt.

"It's been so many times, and I still don't understand, what is the secret of this broken building!"

"That's the charm of it, isn't it, Yansheng," the blonde boy called "The Hammer" curled the corners of his mouth in a nice curvature. He smoothed back his moonlit blonde hair, revealing a freshly dried forehead with slender joints.

Yan Sheng looked at his silver silhouette plated by the moonlight, and swallowed, the complaint just now had disappeared.

Yansheng, such a gentle name, is placed on a boy with a one-meter-eighty-eight tan tan with deep facial features, which looks a little awkward.

The blonde boy, except for the high bridge of the nose, the other facial features are not very prominent, single eyelids, thin lips, combined but very fresh and pleasing to the eye, clean like a white gardenia in the sun. But he seems to be quite awkward with the name "Hammer".

In this world, many times it is awkward.

"Hey, don't look at it, look at it again and ask for money." The blonde boy held out a hand to Yan Sheng. Yan Sheng smiled and slapped the back of his hand.

There were many large and small glass containers in the room, and in the dim moonlight, the outlines of human organs and limbs were faintly visible, and there was a faint pungent and unpleasant smell in the air, which was a human anatomical specimen room.

The moonlight moved from the blonde boy to Yan Sheng's face, and Yan Sheng's dark and bright eyes looked at the full moon that happened to be seen through the gap in the curtains, and muttered, "Why the hell is the full moon......

The mysterious legend of Langchuan Medical College - on a full moon night, the thing dragging the corpse in the dissection building will appear, don't be found by it, otherwise something terrible will happen.

The two were silent for a long time, and the "hammer" broke the silence first, "Is there something wrong with us, or could it be that the thing outside has discovered us, or maybe we missed something." ”

"This is the thirteenth time we've been here, except for the beginning and the day—" Yan Sheng paused, as if he didn't want to remember any terrible memories, "Every other time, the movement that happened is the same, do we still need to explore it?" He got up and moved his slightly aching waist, walked to the window and stood side by side with a skeleton, took a cigarette from his trouser pocket, and was about to light it.

The blonde boy also stood up, "Yansheng, maybe we shouldn't have done this from the beginning, but something did happen, and you have to admit it. He walked up to Yan Sheng, took out the unlit cigarette from between his fingers and threw it into the trash, and continued: "Since I have already come in, it will be difficult to go out again, just like Zhao Yi, she came in, but she couldn't get out." We are no longer just exploring a mysterious campus legend, but figuring out how Zhao Yi disappeared. That's probably what this building wants us to explore. I know your concerns, but, I believe, we'll have a solution. The boy's voice was the same as his appearance, soft, calm, and delicate, which made people feel inexplicably reassured.

Yan Sheng leaned on the windowsill, closed his eyes, and the scene of that night appeared in his mind again:

It was still a full moon night, and at eleven o'clock, two boys and a girl huddled behind the door, their ears pressed against it, listening to the dull sound of shuffling as it drew nearer. That girl is Zhao Yi.

The sound of vine-like stroking was still coming from the door. Zhao Yi frowned, feeling very strange, so he turned to the boys and made a lip shape: "Do you think it's a little different?" ”

No one nodded.

Zhao Yi turned back and put his ears on the door again. The metal studs on her ears made a faint grinding sound against the door, the sound was small, but something outside seemed to be heard, and in an instant, the stroking of many hands disappeared.

disappeared with Zhao Yi.

She just vanished out of thin air, right in front of the boy's eyes, not even a breath left.

The two boys froze for a moment.

It was the blonde boy who reacted first, grabbed the doorknob, pulled it open with force, and looked down the hallway.

It's empty, there are no hands, there is no Zhao Yi.

"Zhao Yi," Yan Sheng's voice trembled a little, he raised his hand and touched the place where Zhao Yi was leaning just now, as if there was still some temperature, "Did she leave first, did I see it wrong." ”

"I don't know, I didn't see..." The blonde boy's expression was complicated, a little annoyed, regretful, and dazed.

They used mobile phone flashlights, looking for Zhao Yi's figure layer by layer in this dilapidated small building with no mobile phone signal, calling out Zhao Yi's name, but none responded.

"The door of the building is locked, double insurance, she shouldn't be able to get out, but, but she can't get out, she is still in the building," Yansheng's tone was full of uncertainty.

"Yes, but she's in the building, how can she not hear it."

But Zhao Yi disappeared cleanly, as if she had never been here today.

Early the next morning, the doorman carried two buns to open the old-fashioned chain lock tied to the outside of the door, and then took out the key, and then opened the door lock. Yan Sheng and "Hammer" quickly slipped out of the dissection building while the janitor entered the house for breakfast.

They went straight downstairs to the girls' dormitory, and Yan Sheng took out his mobile phone and called Zhao Yi's dormitory director.

The girls who got up early to eat breakfast saw the captain of the school basketball team and the top student of the clinical major standing downstairs, and they were all whispering and exchanging something, and they looked very excited.

The two boys did not react to this.

The phone went through.

"Hey, I'm Yansheng, is Zhao Yi back?"

"Zhao Yi? Who is Zhao Yi? You've hit the wrong person. The girl's words were full of confusion, and she seemed to complain a little bit about Yansheng disturbing her sleep.

"You bunk, Zhao Yi, are you back?" Yan Sheng's tone became a little heavier, and the knuckles he was holding the phone were white and bleeding because he was too hard.

"Neurotic, I don't know Zhao Yi, my lower bunk is Wan Fei, I'm sick." The girl hung up the phone, "Toot..."

"Wan Fei?" It's Yansheng's turn to be confused, although he doesn't have a good memory, but he is a junior, and it seems that the person named Wan Fei in the class has heard of it for the first time.

"I see," the blonde boy, who had been standing next to Yan Sheng without making a sound, pulled Yan Sheng towards a certain place.