This fourth floor, in fact, looks no different from other floors, and I keep reassuring myself that one room alone is the same as when I was in the country, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Because I didn't have much appetite, I planned to finish my homework first and then go downstairs to buy food, but my previous study progress in the countryside was far from theirs, so it was also very difficult to do my homework.

By the time I closed my workbook, the sky outside the door was already pitch black.

Outside the door? Suddenly I felt that something was wrong, and reached out to pull the curtain back on the wall, only to find that behind the curtain there was no window, but a row of neatly nailed planks.

There should have been nothing wrong with the window before, but why nailed it?

When I was a child, my grandmother said that no matter how small the room is, even if it is a place to put sundries in the house, there must be a window, otherwise, it will be like a dead end, and something will happen if you live for a long time.

"Click." I cracked the wooden board a few times, and found that something seemed to be pasted on the window behind the wooden board, blocking the glass to death.

I let go of the plank and sighed and walked to the door, trying to turn on the lights in the room.

However, after pressing the switch several times, the light just didn't turn on, and I was busy cleaning today, and my sister didn't check the lights in the house, so it seems that I have to call the dormitory manager downstairs to help fix it.

With that in mind, I went downstairs.

I found that it was only past six o'clock, and the corridor on the third floor was already empty, and on the second floor, there were only one or two classmates carrying washed clothes to dry.

When they saw me coming downstairs, they all looked at me in amazement, and then quickly returned to their bedroom.

When I got to the first floor, I saw that the door of the dormitory manager's duty room was also closed, but the lights were still on, and when I got closer, I could hear the sound of the TV playing, so I went over and knocked on the door.

"Bang bang, Auntie." I knocked on the door and screamed.

"Who, why don't you go back to your room to sleep so late, haven't you read the schedule here?" The dormitory manager didn't open the door for me, and there was anger in her voice.

"I'm sorry, I, I haven't seen any schedules, but, Auntie, my upstairs light is broken." I hurriedly explained to her.

When she heard this, she reluctantly opened the door to the duty room and glanced at me through the crack in the door.

"It's you, what floor are you? I guess it's a problem with the light bulb, so I'll go up with you and take a look. As she spoke, she turned around and took out a light bulb and a flashlight from the drawer in the duty room, then put on a thick coat and walked out of the duty room.

"We turn off the lights at seven o'clock, and we can't go downstairs at six o'clock, you must remember clearly." As she spoke, she didn't forget to shine her flashlight at the wall on the left.

There is indeed a yellowed watch on the wall, which looks like it is some years old.

"You take a closer look at it tomorrow, there are still many rules, since you have moved in, you have to abide by them, you know?" She looked at me.

"yes, I see." I hurriedly nodded.

She followed me to the second floor and asked me which bedroom I was.

"Oh, Auntie, my dorm room is on the fourth floor." As I spoke, I raised my feet and prepared to continue walking.

"Bang", but the dormitory aunt's flashlight didn't know why it fell to the ground, I leaned over to help pick up the flashlight, and wanted to return it to her, but I saw that she was trembling all over.

"Auntie, what's wrong with you?" I asked her puzzled.

"Four, four, fourth floor, you said you live on the fourth floor?" She stumbled at me, her eyes full of fear.

"Yes, fourth floor, four zero one." I was a little confused by her reaction.

But her neck shrunk, and she turned her head to go downstairs.

"Auntie, aren't you going to help me get an electric light?" I quickly grabbed her arm.

She pushed my hand away with great force: "This, what time is it, let's fix it tomorrow, you, you go to bed early, this flashlight will be lent to you first."

The dormitory manager said that, and quickly ran downstairs.

I looked at the back of the dormitory manager in a daze, and walked towards the fourth floor very suspiciously.

Since I moved in today, there have been classmates muttering something, and they don't look at me right, and just now, the dormitory manager aunt has obviously agreed to help repair it, and the light bulb has been taken, but suddenly ran downstairs so inexplicably.

"Is there one?" I immediately thought of ghosts, and I don't think there was anything else that would scare people so much.

Only, what if it were so? I can't go home now, and I have no choice but to go upstairs and sleep obediently.

Besides, it's really not good, I'll drink a few more bowls of yin-driving soup, so that I can't see those evil spirits.

I continued to do all kinds of psychological construction for myself, and finally, I took a deep breath and went up to the fourth floor, which was as silent as death.

I gritted my teeth tightly, held a flashlight and shone it around, and after making sure that there was nothing unusual outside the corridor, I immediately ran into my bedroom, and after hurriedly locking the door, I immediately squatted down and opened the jar containing the yin exorcism soup.

After picking up the jar with great difficulty, and then approaching the mouth of the jar, he drank several sips in a row, which was definitely twice the usual amount.

After drinking, I felt a burst of heat in my body, gasped for breath, and sat back on the bed, holding the flashlight tightly in my hand, and shone it into the room.

This bedroom is very small, with two rack beds and bunk beds, and it should have been a quadruple room before.

After sitting quietly for a while in the dark, I slowly lay down, not daring to turn off the flashlight, just lying quietly.

"Da-da-da, da-da-da." Outside the door, there was a sound of footsteps at this time, and the footsteps seemed to be someone wearing high heels walking in the corridor outside, and the sound was extremely crisp.

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