Death is not terrible, what is really terrible is actually being forgotten.

Sun Qiu is dead, he has been dead for a long time, but his classmates don't know, his teachers don't know, and even he doesn't know, driven by this inertia, he seems to be still "alive".

however

This kind of life is a very sad and pitiful thing.

Just imagine, your life, your life, your daily trajectory, with and without your conscious existence, in fact, it is set in stone.

So, how much meaning is left in your life, your life, aside from appearances?

Zhou Ze remembered that there was an incident in Hong Kong before, which was quite famous on the Internet, and was often compiled as one of the top ten or eight supernatural events in Hong Kong.

It's about a takeaway man in a restaurant who went to deliver food, and he heard the sound of mahjong inside when he stood outside the door, but when he knocked on the door, he found that the four mahjong friends inside had already died for a long time.

This is a typical example of this.

"Boss, he's dead, so what are we going to do?" Lao Dao asked a question.

Because it is very strange for the living to see hell.

But if it's a dead person seeing a ghost, it's not unusual, it's like a fellow villager with tears in his eyes.

Moreover, Sun Qiu's death is probably not killed by a ghost, and in the story he told, it is likely that he was already dead at that time, so he saw some strange phenomena.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly, the trouble now was that he couldn't determine the time of Sun Qiu's death, so he couldn't determine whether Sun Qiu died naturally and accidentally or was killed by a ghost.

As for Sun Qiu's incomplete soul, there are actually many possibilities, and it doesn't necessarily have to be controlled by a more powerful ghost.

"Let's go down and ask the dormitory stewards first."

Since Sun Qiu is here, because he is now a "high-level intellectual retard", a lot of information has been discontinued and cannot be continued, so he can only find a breakthrough from other places.

In short, what Zhou Ze needs is a ghost, Sun Qiu can't catch it, so catch the soul of the dormitory teacher, the same.

There is quite a meaning, the three-year sow race sable cicada in the military camp.

I went down the stairs to the dormitory office on the first floor, where two middle-aged men were still talking, and the others were either off work or probably went to search for "prey".

This time, Zhou Ze and Lao Dao finally caught their attention.

"What are you doing?"

One of the small flatheads pointed directly at Zhou Ze and asked.

Zhou Ze took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth, this time, he didn't let Lao Dao ask, but said by himself:

"I ask you something, has there been a death in your dormitory management recently?"

As soon as Zhou Ze's words fell, the faces of the two dormitory managers suddenly changed.

"Are you a cop or what?" Xiao Pingtou asked.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"That's the student's parent?"

Zhou Ze shook his head again.

"Then what are you doing so much, this is the school, and there are no one waiting for you to leave." Xiao Pingtou walked over and pushed Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed the other party's wrist, and the nails of his little thumb grew out, directly touching the other party's skin.

"Hiss ............"

Xiao Pingtou fell directly to his knees on the ground, his face twisted, obviously in great pain.

When the other dormitory teacher saw this scene, he didn't hesitate and rushed over directly.

"The poor road escort is here!"

Lao Dao took the initiative to rush over at this time, and after the two sides collided shoulders, Lao Dao directly threw the other party to the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall, and the dormitory manager almost fell out of breath.

Lao Dao is actually good at fists and feet, and he seems to be the most non-existent in the library, but it is compared to ghosts, zombies, and ordinary people, and he is still not afraid.

"Say it."

Zhou Ze dragged over a chair, sat down, and let the other party kneel in front of him like this.

Xiao Ping looked at Zhou Ze with a deep horror in his eyes, but he didn't answer Zhou Ze's question, but asked, "Who are you and what are you going to do...... Ahhh ”

Zhou Ze's nails touched Xiao Pingtou's skin again, and at the same time, Zhou Ze lifted the other party's clothes to cover his mouth, so that he couldn't scream.

"You scream, you scream and cut your throat, and no one can take care of you."

Lao Dao gloated beside him.

"What I ask, you answer."

Boss Zhou has been anxious for the one percent performance for a long time, and he really doesn't want to beep anything more with unrelated people.

"Has there been a dormitory manager who has died lately?"

Xiao Ping had a headache and tears and snot flowed out, this time he was really scared, and immediately nodded and said:

"Yes, there is one who left after an accident last month, named Wang Baogang."

"How did you die?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Jumping off the building, jumping to death, jumping from the top of the dormitory building, hitting the ground with his head, and falling to his death."

"Oh, does he have any special fetishes, like he likes to wear leather shoes?"

Generally speaking, it is normal for adults to wear leather shoes, especially in some workplaces, but this is the school, and the dormitory teacher says that it sounds like a teacher, but in fact, the school has hired some young and strong men to act as "thugs", and it is not compatible with the teacher at all.

One of the two people in the room was wearing slippers, and the other was just sneakers, and it was actually quite special to come to the dormitory building to check the room in leather shoes.

"Yes, he likes to wear leather shoes and suits, and we used to laugh at him for really thinking of himself as a people's teacher, and every time he came here with a suit to go to work."

"Where did he die?" Zhou Ze asked.

"It's in the flower bed in front of this building." Xiao Pingtou pointed and said, "His room is on the first floor, he used to live with me, and I moved out to live with someone else after he had an accident." ”

Zhou Ze nodded, "Take me to his room to have a look." ”

With a small flat head, I entered a dormitory, which had the same layout as the student dormitory, but there were no bunk beds, a large bed and sockets.

"Didn't anyone take his things?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No, he is just a sister, in the field, when he died, the school notified her, she came, and then the school paid compensation according to the work-related injury, and there was no trouble, and he left after the funeral was handled, and he didn't plan to take his things away."

Zhou Ze nodded, there were still some clothes in the wardrobe, the key was under the bedside table, and there were two pairs of leather shoes.

"These are the leather shoes he usually wears." Xiao Pingtou explained.

Zhou Ze squatted down in front of the leather shoes, picked up a shoe, and reached out to touch it at the sole of the shoe, which had some mud that had not yet dried completely.

The dormitories were damp, especially in the aisles.

Generally speaking, when the dormitory teacher rounds the dormitory, the soles of his shoes tend to get wet, but according to what Xiao Pingtou said, this person named Wang Baogang died last month, and his shoes should have been kept here, so how could they be wet?

"Why did Wang Baogang jump off the building?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I don't know." Xiao Pingtou shook his head, "He didn't look stimulated, everything was as usual that night, he took the keychain and went to check the room." ”

Zhou Ze looked around, he was searching.

You must know that whether Wang Baogang's soul killed Sun Qiu or not, at least one thing can be proven, that is, Wang Baogang's soul has been wandering in this dormitory building.

"You go, you can call the police." Zhou Ze said.

Xiao Pingtou was stunned for a moment, and then retreated and left the room, as for whether he would call the police, Zhou Ze was really not very worried.

Then, Zhou Ze was the only one left in the room, Zhou Ze's right fingernails all grew out, and a cloud of black gas surrounded the palm of his hand, and then, Zhou Ze touched his fingertips on the tile, and the black gas flowed into the tile.

It didn't take long for

From the position where the shoes were placed on the bedside table, black footprints that only Zhou Ze could see appeared, and the footprints were extended all the way.

Zhou Ze opened the door of the dormitory and walked up along the footprints,

went upstairs,

Footprints keep shuttling between the corridors, back and forth,

At the door of the student's dormitory, sometimes complicated, things are different.

This means that even if Wang Baogang is dead, he is still doing his own dormitory teacher's business.

He was still checking the dormitory, still staring at the students, still checking the students' bedtime, and in the middle of the night, he was dangling in the hallway, standing at the door for a long time, waiting for a long time.

He's dead

So he has a lot of time,

You can be better engaged in your work.

Unbeknownst to the students in the dormitory, they have to battle their wits with the living dormitory teacher and the gaze of a ghost!

Suddenly, Zhou Ze's eyes were slightly fixed, and he saw that outside the door of a bedroom at the end of the aisle, the black footprints were the most dense.

This means that Wang Baogang has been here for a long, long time, and his entanglement and hesitation can even be seen from the footprints.

Zhou Ze walked to the door of the dormitory, and to his surprise, a white note with "utility room" written on it meant that the dormitory was abandoned and there were no students living here.

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand to open the door, but the door was locked, his nails were embedded in it, and with a slight force, the lock was pried open, and Zhou Ze still walked in.

The bed in the bedroom was empty, and there were a lot of mops and brooms piled up underneath, which seemed to be nothing unusual.

But Zhou Ze knew that since Wang Baogang would be entangled here for so long, there must be something special here.

Zhou Ze sat down on the dusty bedboard, and the bed made a creaking sound.

night

Very quiet,

Some of them are unspeakably quiet.

Slowly, Zhou Ze's vision began to become a little blurry, he stood up suddenly, the vague feeling disappeared in an instant, and as a ghost, he couldn't sleep normally.

Sometimes, Zhou Ze felt that this was a kind of torture, but then he slowly discovered that not being able to sleep normally may also be a guarantee that the ghost is not affected by ghosts.

"Goo............ Gollum ............"

"Goo............ Gollum ............"

Below, there was the sound of spring water gushing, and a strong smell of blood came from all around.

Zhou Ze began to slowly retreat, however, when Zhou Ze turned around, he found that the door when he came in had turned into a wall.

And in the basement of this dormitory,

The bright red blood began to spread,

In the distance, it seemed that a sea of blood was rolling over, and a wave roared in, completely submerging the entire dormitory in an instant.

"Goo............ Gollum ............"

Zhou Ze's whole person was immersed in blood and water, and everything around him was covered with Yin Hong's luster, which gave Zhou Ze a feeling when he walked into the waterhole for the first time when he walked through the Yellow Spring.

At this time, there was a "tick-tock" sound outside the wall,

It's like someone wearing leather shoes, walking slowly,

He's starting to get closer and closer,

Then walked to the position separated from Zhou Ze by a wall,

He knocked on the wall,

Shen Dao:

"Lights out, lights off!"

"Smack!"

There seems to be a cloud of black ink spreading wildly in the blood water,

The originally red piece turned into a black and oppressive gloom in an instant,

It's like,

lamp

Closed............