Lu Qiu came to the school history museum again without a word.

She had a lot of doubts in her heart, although she felt that this might be a trap, but she didn't want to let go of any possible clues, so she could only come.

The old man who guarded the door is not here today, and she is the only one in the entire school history museum.

In the silent environment, only the wordless footsteps of Lu Qiu seemed so abrupt and noisy.

"Tadd, step, step—"

After rows of red, brown and almost black bookshelves, Lu Qiu walked to the second floor without a word.

Walking up the stairs, Lu Qiu was speechless and found that although this building only has two floors, the stairs are designed with an extra floor.

In other words, the location of the second floor is actually the height of the third floor.

At the corner of the staircase on the second floor, there is an oil painting.

All kinds of intense colors are mixed together, and in the turbid and dim air of the school history museum, it seems to be shrouded in a thin film of oil, making the whole oil painting look more and more sticky.

Lu Qiu wordlessly paused in front of the oil painting.

She has never been able to appreciate this kind of abstract art, especially this oil painting, which at first glance looks as if the oil painting plate has been overturned.

In the midst of these chaotic colors, there is a bright and piercing red.

The shape of the red is very strange, there are three protrusions in the front position, the protrusion on the sides is longer, and the protrusion in the middle is shorter and rounder: the position of the second half is boxy, I don't know what it is drawn.

Lu Qiu squinted his eyes wordlessly and looked carefully, always feeling,

It's like the upper body of an individual.

"Zizi-"

The light bulb on the head made an unstable sound of electric current, flickering and flickering.

Lu Qiu didn't pay attention to this strange oil painting without a word, but took a step and walked upstairs.

As Shinna Sakurada said, on the cement wall on the second floor, there is a white piece of paper with the following sentence in black bold font:

Students are not allowed to enter.

But there was just a rickety security checkpoint at the door, and there was no other excessive protection.

Lu Qiu raised his feet and walked in without a word, but the security checker did not make any sound.

The bookshelves on the second floor are much less than those on the first floor, and they are all relatively short, and Lu Qiu can skip the top of these bookshelves without words and see the scene on the opposite side.

Many of the documents here have been yellowed, emitting dust mixed with the smell of old paper, Lu Qiu took a cursory look without a word, and found the bookshelf where the documents of the last few years were placed.

Randomly pull out a book with a special medical history of the sophomore year on it.

It's probably around here.

Lu Qiu took out another one without a word.

This time there was no writing written on the outside.

Lu Qiu opened it wordlessly, and the first thing that caught his eye was a row of small words:

"The following is for the records only."

Flipping back, a photo pops up.

It was a photo of the crash site, and only a woman-looking corpse could be seen on the photo, slumped on the ground on all fours.

Because of the fact that the face hit the ground first, it was not clear who it was.

It seems that someone really committed suicide. Lu Qiu Wuyan continued to flip back, and on it was a small record of the incident that year, and Lu Qiu Wuyan saw the name of the person who was at the scene at the very end:

“...... Hiroshi Sugiyama, Yoshiko Sato, Nozomi Sasaki, Makoto Nohara, "

"Maae Nanase, Midori Yamada,"

"Himeko, a courtier."

Among these people's names, Lu Qiu knows a lot without words. She took out a group photo and found that Midori Yamada was really the yellow-haired girl who was in the toilet at the time.

Seven people,

Corresponds to seven strange stories.

Now two of them have died, and Yasuda Katsu's name is not among them, and it seems that he was only innocently implicated.

Then, the next person to die is this Nozomi Sasaki.

This is, Lu Qiu Wuyan suddenly felt that the positions behind these names were a little strange.

This part of the paper seems to be thicker.

Lu Qiu held it up without a word, and through the faint light, he saw that the place had a name!

It's just that it's been erased by something like correction fluid.

The name written on it surprised Lu Qiu speechlessly, but it was also in her guess.

This document must be brought back.

Thinking like this, Lu Qiu wordlessly stretched out his hand, intending to tear the paper off.

"Cough cough,"

From the bookshelf in the corner, a strange sound was heard.

It's like the sound of someone's palm pressing the ground.

Lu Qiu stood up wordlessly and vigilantly, looking over there.

Nothing.

There are only rows and rows of stunted bookshelves.

"Cough cough,"

The sound came again, and no footsteps were heard, only the sound of palms rubbing against the ground.

Lu Qiu's speechless mind suddenly appeared in the yoga class, where the yoga teacher could use his palms to support the ground and his legs off the ground to walk.

Lu Qiu wordlessly stuffed the paper into his bag and began to retreat towards the staircase.

"Cough cough,"

The voice was still there.

"Cough cough,"

"Cough cough,"

"Cough cough."

When Lu Qiu was about to retreat to the stairs, he accidentally touched the security detector that was about to fall apart, and the security detector made a piercing alarm, and Lu Qiu jumped down the stairs without looking back and ran wildly.

In the sharp alarm sound, Lu Qiu heard wordlessly that something was coming.

"Cough cough,"

"Cough cough,"

"----Cough cough

Lu Qiu's wordless heart was beating fast,

Soon,

Soon,

It's going to be at the door right away.

The strange sound was getting closer.

Finally!

In this terrifying atmosphere where hairs stood on end, Lu Qiu was silent, and after all, he was one step faster and took the lead in rushing out of the gate of the school history museum.

For a moment, the sun sprinkled on her body.

Lu Qiu ran straight out of more than fifty meters without saying a word before stopping, she turned her head, and there was nothing behind her.

Only the school history museum in the distance, the open door, inside is so dark that you can't see anything.

......

Nozomi Sasaki sat in his car and angrily hammered the steering wheel.

Damn it!

That disgusting and dirty woman!

Even if you die, you have to make trouble for yourself.

When she remembered that she was scolded by her uncle today, she was angry.

It's been so long since that incident, why are there still people inquiring about it

Tomorrow, I must find out this person and clean her up!

Nozomi Sasaki took out a pack of cigarettes from the designer bag beside him.

Throwing one out of her hand, she lit it, and in the thick of the smoke, she slowly closed her eyes.

"Knock knock."

The sudden sound startled Nozomi Sasaki, and she opened her eyes, and it turned out that someone was in her glass.

I opened the window, and there was a woman lying inside.

The reason why it is said to be lying on his stomach is because the woman's hand is tightly on Nozomi Sasaki's lathe.

"What?"

Nozomi Sasaki said angrily.

"Little sister," the woman smiled, revealing rows and rows of fine teeth inside,

Somewhat sharp.

"Is it okay to borrow a fire?"

Nozomi Sasaki rolled her eyes and held the lighter out in front of her,

"Smack!"

The flames jumped out of the small, round mouth of the lighter, and staggered.

Wait, Nozomi Sasaki is weird,

She doesn't have any cigarettes on her lips and hands, what does she want fire for?

"Hee-hee-hee,"

The woman brought her face to Nozomi Sasaki, her sharp teeth growing in front of her.

Nozomi Sasaki screamed in horror and tried to close the window, but the woman's hands pressed hard against the window and couldn't close it at all.

The woman's upper body climbed into Nozomi Sasaki's car.

The woman crawled in whole.

Because, she only has the upper body,

The lower half of the body was empty, and there was nothing.