After that incident, she didn't dare to look at herself when she walked at night.

The streets are quiet tonight, there are no cars, no pedestrians, no moon in the sky, no stars. Everything around is peaceful. It's about a 10-minute walk from the bus stop to your school dormitory. If it was daytime, it didn't feel that far away, but once the time passed by and it was night, the terrible place showed its fangs.

Especially a street where there is no one left. On the street at eleven o'clock at night, the sound of her high heels echoed in the silence.

This street, which has been walked countless times, stretches straight into the shadows. The entrance to the university may not seem far away, but it will actually take at least five minutes.

Sure enough, the human mind can twist and pull time. Sometimes a day is like a second, but sometimes, a second is longer than a year. In the current situation, time is infinitely stretched out in the dim light.

Xiaoqin quickened her pace, and for some reason she always felt uncomfortable. Behind her, something seemed to be silently following her. But no matter how much she looked back, she still couldn't find anything. The road is only straight, with four lanes in both directions, and the sidewalks are separated by not too tall plants, so you should be able to see at a glance in the empty space if someone is really following.

She couldn't notice anything, but as soon as she turned around, the feeling of being followed came back to her. It's so strange, could it be a delusion caused by a recent sleep disorder? Xiaoqin shook her head slightly, and couldn't help but pick up her pace again.

Suddenly, a chill burst out of his body, and large patches of goosebumps appeared on his skin, which was shrouded in thin clothing. Xiaoqin's whole body tightened, stopped, and her face became very ugly. Just a few seconds ago, she felt something touch her shoulder, obviously blocked by clothes, but her skin left an unforgettable touch. A slippery, wet touch.

What's going on!

Xiaoqin clasped her arms with her hands. Mustering up the courage to look around for a moment. Still nothing to be seen, silent night, deserted streets, dim street lights. She stood alone, looking very helpless. Who the hell suddenly touched herself, she was at a loss. She took a few steps forward, but stopped again.

The feeling of being spied on is even stronger. A cruel, cold gaze poured out of the sky, from the air, from the land, and she seemed to be stared at by a thousand eyes. Tightly wrapped in that frozen sight, I couldn't breathe.

"Hell it, hell it!" Xiaoqin screamed, suppressed the fear in her heart, and ran forward.

The orange streetlights stretched her shadow, shortened, and lengthened again. With each passing lamp, her shadow would turn black and gradually turn from gray to dark black. It turned into pure black, and finally, it became a black hole-like existence.

Xiaoqin ran out of breath, the quality of the high heels on her feet was good, the heels were not broken, and her feet were not broken. She ran for three minutes, and all the strength she had to feed was gone. Wait until she can't run anymore. When he held on to the street lamp next to him and gasped for rest, he was shocked to find that the gate of the school had not yet arrived.

She realized that something was wrong, that running for three minutes was a lot shorter than walking for five minutes, but the school gate that should have been reached seemed to be stuck in the position she had just started. Not in the slightest bit closer.

No, there is definitely a problem!

She tried to calm herself down, pondered, and finally came to a conclusion with a chill in her head and trembling all over. I'm afraid I've encountered a supernatural event!

Xiaoqin thought out what to do if she really encountered a supernatural event. After all, I have been an assistant to the mentor of a mystery enthusiast for more than a year, and I have more or less been exposed to some literature. If you encounter a ghost. First of all, don't panic, be calm. Recite the Great Compassion Mantra or whatever you know.

In the more than 20 years of her life, she never believed in the existence of ghosts and gods, and naturally she would not be stupid enough to memorize the scriptures. Fortunately, there was a decorative cross around her neck, and Xiaoqin pulled it off her neck as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, dragging it in the palm of her hand and waving it wildly towards the air around her.

It was quiet, and there wasn't even a hint of wind blowing next to her. Like the silence of death, the silence is maddening. Xiaoqin didn't notice that her shadow was gradually changing, becoming strangely shaped. The street lamp overhead, though not bright, was enough to compress her shadow to the soles of her feet. The shadows twisted, twitched, and squirmed, silently.

Xiaoqin's heart was beating so hard that she waited in place for several minutes, until she felt nothing abnormal, and then she tentatively took a few steps forward. During the action, the air was stirred, and the air at half past eleven in the morning was slightly cold, but it was more sober.

She walked forward step by step, and the distance to the school gate began to shorten in her steps. Just as she was able to see the security room, she let out a long breath. At the entrance of the university where Xiaoqin studied is a small square, with a fountain in the center of the square, and a shadow wall about the same age as the school, which can almost be called an antique. As long as you go around this shadow wall and walk more than 30 meters to enter the campus. Even the annoying old man who slept with his head down in the security room has become infinitely cute in Xiaoqin's pupils now.

At that moment, there was another touch on the left shoulder. Goosebumps spread a thick layer along the area of contact as if they were allergic, and gradually spread throughout the body. This time the touch was more real, it was a hand, a cold, slippery hand. The hand treated the clothes as if they were wearing gloves, which were lubricated and constantly exuded chills and nausea when touched on the skin.

Xiaoqin suddenly screamed loudly, and the sound that pierced the air did not affect the sweet sleep of the security guard not far away. She stopped again, feeling sick and unable to move. She looked around, but still couldn't see anything suspicious. Damn, where did the hand that touched itself come from?

With a terrifying heart, she tried to move. The nightmare made her wish it was really just a dream. But finally, Xiaoqin's eyes fell on the shadow wall that was close at hand.

The ancient shadow wall, the smooth surface of which was illuminated by the street lamp on the right. Her shadow, her shadow, actually fell on it clearly. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come and your support, which is my biggest motivation. )

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