Steven, Anton and William walked out of the student union office and walked out of the main building gate when they saw Bastian wandering in front of the central lawn.

"Oh, there's one more thing I forgot to warn you about," William said to his two old fellows in a low voice, "After I leave the school, don't let the Blue Zion Hermitage take the lead in the student council, they will lead everyone astray." ”

Steven and Anton nodded hurriedly, indicating that they would strictly follow William's line.

Seeing William and his party walking out, Bastian hurriedly greeted him, and before the wooden and amorous poet could speak, Rogers seemed to guess his intentions, and said: "Man, stop complaining about the lack of staff in the school magazine, it's a big deal that I'll call my brother and his roommates to help you, although these two are novices, they can barely top a bob, right?" ”

William graciously put his arm around Bastian's shoulders and smiled, "I guess the great poet is going to give us a newly published book of signed poems." ”

"Okay, another day, another day, it will be ......" Bastian had a stiff smile on his face, and his words were obviously false and wrongful, "However, today, I want to talk to you alone." ”

"Me?" William was suspicious, but he still looked at Bastian with a smile.

Although the two of them are in their fourth year of classmates, they have a very different choice of courses on weekdays, there are not many opportunities to attend classes together, and the number of times they talk is very limited, and the only intersection is the relationship between superiors and subordinates in the student union. When it comes to personal relationships, Anton Anton is probably more familiar with the current secretary general.

However, Bastian was as docile as a little sheep, and it would be fine to talk to him, so he said to the two old fellows beside him, "Wait for me in the dining room, and we'll have a few private conversations." ”

As soon as the two of them walked out of their sight, Bastian couldn't wait to say: "Today, I came to you so suddenly, and I was also entrusted by someone, Quentin said that he wanted to invite you over for something, and it would not take you long." ”

"Quentin is so fast, I have changed to a lobbyist in the past two days." William's eyebrows furrowed, thinking of the scene two days ago when Quentin asked the two big men to invite him, the smile remained on his cheeks, but the temperature was long gone.

From the moment he met Bastien, he knew that the poet had definitely not come to talk to him today, and he did not expect that he was also sent by Quentin to invite him.

William doesn't look down on Quentin's gang in his bones, except for their illustrious family background, what else can they compare with himself? Artistic accomplishment? Academic? Or is it a social event?

He even felt that if, as rumored had been rumored, Quentin would become the head of the Morgan family in the future, then the Morgan family would surely suffer the same fate as Lehman Brothers at Quentin's hands.

"You tell him we really don't have much to talk about." William said that, and was about to turn around to catch up with Anton and Rogers, Bastian grabbed William and pleaded bitterly with a sad face: "Count me begging, come with me, otherwise, Quentin will definitely not let me go." I assure you that you have nothing to worry about your safety. He just wants to talk to you......"

Complex array operations began on the central processing unit of William's brain.

If the two junior guys who came to him a few days ago don't have to deal with it, Bastian still has to give face.

His father, as a senior French diplomat in the United States, has been stationed in the United States for six or seven years, and soon after graduating from elementary school, he came to the United States with his family from France to study in the most famous private junior high school in the east.

As the president of the Lakeside Poetry Club, the elder president of the French Cultural Club, and the secretary general of the International Student Federation, he is definitely a heavyweight in the school, despite his low sense of existence on weekdays.

What's more, at this year's graduation ceremony, William promised President Nong that he would invite some foreign envoys in the United States to attend the ceremony, and he would rely on Bastian in this regard.

Thinking of this, William's brows gradually relaxed, and said: "You know, Quentin and I have basically no intersection in the past three years in school A, and in the year of graduation, I don't think we can become good friends." If you hadn't come to me, I would never have considered meeting him privately. Even so, I want to know first, what is the matter with him looking for me? ”

Bastian breathed a sigh of relief, and was so excited that he was a little incoherent: "Quentin came to me just to say, let me call you...... Oh no, please come here. However, I had a little more heart and asked my good friend Jacob, and he said that it didn't matter, that is, before graduation, everyone wanted to release the nerves that had been nervous for more than three years, and sometimes it was inevitable to go a little too far, they didn't want you to go against them at this time, and wanted to hear you make a statement in front of the boss. Well, to put it bluntly, that is, I want to release my suspicions with you. ”

Bury the hatchet? William snorted disdainfully in his heart, I am afraid that this is just a statement that has been beautified and processed by the mouth of the poet. If he guessed correctly, Jacob's original meaning should be roughly like this: "When our brothers were drinking, taking drugs, and picking up girls, this kid didn't know the times and ruined our good things!" ”

Walking through the legendary abandoned underground passage to the hall on the second basement floor of the gymnasium, the whole process is like entering hell in William's opinion.

When the door of "hell" opened with a "clang", a strong light pierced his eyes, William subconsciously blocked his eyes with his hand, and it took a long time to see that it was the dazzling light emitted by Ryan holding an emergency light in his hand.

Beside him stood the tall "Minotaur" of Tarzan, two behemoths staring at William and Bastian like two guardians of hell.

A gloomy wind blew from the darkness behind them, carrying an unpleasant and unfamiliar smell. William saw that Bastian beside him had covered his nose and was sick. It was the smell of putrefaction, mildew, dampness, and shadowiness, and William couldn't find the corresponding adjective in his mind for a moment, and if he had to give it a concrete substance, it should probably be called "doom".

There was a dark passage ahead, and the two of them dared to enter, and the metal door slammed shut behind them.

The glow of the emergency lights flickered in front of him, and the minotaur whom Ryan called Samson followed closely behind him and Bastian.

William was amazed at how light and skilful Ryan was in his peath as he navigated the small puddles of water on the ground, and he himself was still dazed in the dim light, and had to step on the zigzag of Ryan's footprints.

The one-meter-eight William still had a hard time keeping up with the tall tackles of the rugby team, he heard the leather shoes under his feet dripping through the damp water and making a kicking sound from time to time, suddenly, William accidentally kicked an unknown object and almost slipped himself, the object flew out and hit the wall next to him, and bounced back with a bang, and the minotaur behind them screamed "whooping" and cursed a string of unbearable swear words.

After walking for a while, William's eyes could easily see clearly, and as soon as he turned his head sideways, he was startled by a huge bloody handprint that appeared on the bare concrete wall, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Without squinting, he continued to walk forward for a while, the brighter the light, and after walking more than a dozen steps, Ryan in front simply turned off the emergency light in his hand.

William's gaze crossed Ryan's shoulder, trying to see what lay ahead, and he found themselves in a large room, surprisingly large, beyond the most exaggerated imagination in his mind, three walls were black, it was not post-modern art, it was purely a basement waterproof coating, and yet the white graffiti painted on the walls was unsettling.

Bastian's hand tugging at his sleeve tightened rather than let go, and William looked back at him, finding his terrified gaze looking at the other wall of the room.

It is not so much a wall as a rough rock exposed after the mountain has been split, and at first glance it looks like a torso that has been bled out of blood, and the surface of the wall is extremely irregular, sloping towards the interior of the house, as if it is about to collapse, giving people a sense of oppression.

William could not tell if the wall was man-made or the natural topography at the foundation of the house.

In the middle of the wall, there is a strangely shaped gap, as if it has been blown open, and if you look closely, it is a quaint and strange fireplace, and there is a sound of peeling from it, which is the sound of the moisture in the wood being dried and fully burning.

William was secretly surprised that he had lived in the school for more than three years, and he was no less familiar with the school inside and outside than his own home, but he didn't know that there was such a strange and secluded place somewhere on campus.

"Wait a minute, I'll go see if the boss is here." As he spoke, Ryan strode towards the other end of the big house.

William had to turn his attention to the strange things in the house, as if this would reduce the fear and uneasiness in his heart.

He walked around the leather sofa in the center of the room, and stopped in front of a large locked wooden box, on which lay a huge tattered oil painting, in which the girl was very beautiful, but he did not dare to look directly at the girl's pale face, and always felt that there was a hint of ominous air on that face.

Next to the wooden box is a broken three-fold mirror screen, on which hangs a long white silk nightgown with lace, the silk part of the dressing gown has begun to yellow, but the lace part is still white, as if recording the vicissitudes of life, and the lace at the corner of the skirt has speckled brown marks, like dried blood......