Knock, knock, knock...

The thing had a dull sound, and it had a rhythm, like the beating of a heart, and it rolled down the stairs one by one.

Hanzawa and I both stood there, looking at the thing, frowning.

Although the thing was round, it was not as round as a football, which gave me a faint sense of foreboding.

"It's not going to be a head." Han Ze said in a low voice.

Although I was so skeptical, when I heard the word "head", I also chuckled in my heart.

I watched as the thing rolled off little by little, lying quietly at my feet.

I breathed a sigh of relief, this was indeed a human head. But it's not a real human head, it's a mannequin's head, bare, but in such an environment, it's also very creepy.

Han Ze sneered. "Hehe, this is to give us a dismount."

I nodded, looked up, but couldn't see anything but pitch black.

I took my phone out. He turned on the flash and headed upstairs, but couldn't see anything but the worn handrails of the staircase.

"It looks like there's really something, let's be careful!" I said, raising my vigilance at the same time, the tongue in my mouth and the Yellow Nest Sword in my right hand were all ready to attack, if something really jumped out, I wouldn't mind giving them a good time.

We tried to keep our feet as light as possible, but it was still very harsh in the silence.

The flash wasn't very bright, and a lot of dust drifted through the air, which made me nervous.

Finally got to the second floor.

The second floor is full of rooms, which should be the classrooms where classes are usually held, and there are some other places.

Hanzawa and I glanced at each other, then walked towards a room next to me.

The door was closed, and although there was glass, a piece of black paper was pasted on it, so it was impossible to see the inside at all.

I walked to the door and opened it, and there was a foul smell coming from inside.

"I'll go, this is a thatched house, it stinks!" Han Ze covered his nose with a look of disgust.

I held my breath as the flash shone inside.

This is not a toilet, but a small black room with nothing, which should be the small black room mentioned in the forum.

The small black room is not big, only less than two square meters, barely able to lie down, and the corners are full of dried feces, no wonder it emits such a foul smell.

I remember that someone in that post said that people who are locked up in this little dark room will be locked up for seven days at every turn, and during these seven days, they will not be able to wear any clothes, they can only sleep on the floor, and everything else must be solved in this small room except for eating.

No one spoke, no one communicated, it was pitch black. Every day, I have to compete with my excrement for the only space.

It was a feeling of despair, utter despair, and I felt my scalp tingle even thinking about it.

There seemed to be writing on the walls, not deep but with dried bloodstains, apparently drawn alive with fingertips.

"I want to die, but I don't dare, help me."

"Damn, all the people deserve to die."

"Let me go, I was wrong, I know I was wrong."

"Dad, Mom, please, take me back!"

。。。

Obviously, there is not just one child in this, but many people, and the handwriting is different, full of pessimism and despair.

I clenched my fists, feeling a little depressed.

Soon, the words on the other wall caught my eye.

The words were written crookedly and exaggeratedly. Obviously, the children who write should not be very old.

The words are simple.

Calm down.

Cold awakening.

Calm down.

It's a row of calm, a total of seven, arranged down, it seems to have been written for seven days. There are only these two words to accompany him every day.

I can vaguely imagine that a small child was curled up there, with a gloomy gaze, as if he could glow in the darkness and calmly write those words on the wall.

I can guess. This kid is certainly not simple.

"I rely on his grandmother's, these beasts, it's really innocent!" Han Ze was angry, and burst into foul mouth.

I was also very depressed, and closed the door.

Such a sight. It's really unacceptable.

"It seems that what those posts say is true, and that's only part of it." I said in a deep voice.

I don't sympathize with the death of the principal and teacher at all. Even like Han Ze, they felt that they were innocent of death, and besides, such a simple death seemed to cheapen them. It's just too brute and too inhuman.

This is the school, which is supposed to be the most holy place, but it has become an eternal nightmare in the hearts of those children.

That principal, those teachers, even those who sent the kids here. Irresponsible parents have responsibilities that are hard to escape.

We continued to walk towards the front and opened another room.

There was a smell of burning in the room, and even when the light shone in, it still felt dim.

I glanced around and saw a chair and a table.

The chair had all sorts of equipment on it. What appears to be a transformer on the table is it.

"This, this is the electric torture chair." Han Ze exclaimed.

I gasped too, because I had seen this thing on TV, and it was used to interrogate prisoners, and it would be extremely painful as long as the electricity was on. Even adults can't stand it, let alone children.

These guys are simply inferior to brutes.

I thought of the dead principal and the three teachers.

Each one has its own unique way of dying, and it seems that it corresponds to several punishments for children in this school.

Han Ze's breathing was a little heavy, and I could hear it clearly, and it was clear that the anger in his heart was beyond words.

"If it's possible, I'll send these guys to the eighteenth layer of hell with my own hands." Han Ze gritted his teeth and said.

I nodded too, if it was possible. I will sacrifice the sword with their souls as soon as possible.

Han Ze and I looked through room by room, and found out what kind of school is here, it's purgatory, and there are all kinds of strange things in each room, obviously. It's all about hurting people.

However, although it is gloomy here, Han Ze and I do not see the existence of ghosts.

"Let's go, let's come back in the evening, if possible. Let's send them to reincarnation! I sighed.

If those dead children really became souls, then of course I don't want to see them stay here for revenge, they have already been hurt once, and I can't watch them continue to be hurt like that.

"Hmm!" Han Ze hummed and didn't speak again. In a dull mood, he went downstairs with me.

Seeing that we were coming out, and that our face was not good, the old man sighed.

"Oh, what a sin!"

"Uncle, we will consider this house, but we still have to discuss it with my friend, if she agrees, we will buy it!" I said to the old man.

The old man didn't seem to have much hope, so he stood up and nodded, "Okay, then let's go!" ”

The old man locked the door, and then rode the cart and slowly left the place, leaving only us with ugly faces.

All the way back to the store. Han Ze and I didn't say a word, obviously, we haven't recovered from that oppressive environment.

It's really hard for me to imagine what it will be like for a child who has been there for a while to come out. What kind of impact will it have on their lives?

Chu Qi and Fang Yuan were sitting on the first floor, and they didn't know where they got a TV set and hung it on the wall, and the two of them were watching it with relish.

When they saw me, they were all stunned.

"Brother Su, what's wrong with you?" Fang Yuan stood up and looked at me puzzled.

Chu Qi glanced at me, and then focused all his attention on the bloody romantic drama on TV.

"The resentment is so strong, where did you go?" Chu Qi said casually.

I was stunned for a moment, and sniffed my body with my nose, but I didn't smell any resentment at all, and I was a little surprised for a while.

"Why didn't I smell it?"

"Hehe, if you smell it, aren't you also impermanent!" Chu Qi said angrily.

Fang Yuan's curious appearance also came over and sniffed it, "I didn't smell it either, it's still the seventh year of the junior high school." ”

I'm depressed, this guy, when did he learn to pat on the back, a mouthful of the seventh adult.