Within two days of the incident, the boy recovered and was discharged from the hospital. The girl's father never came to her grandfather again.

I came back from my grandfather's house and was bored for a long time. I don't know why, and the moon season rarely enters my sleepland. But I never stopped watering it. Although the days are quieter, I always have a strange feeling in my heart. Especially the escaped ghost, I don't know when it will come to take revenge on me and grandpa.

During this time, I passed the high school entrance examination and successfully entered high school. Although I never thought that I would continue to study after completing the nine years of compulsory education, now that I have received the notice from high school, I can't help but look forward to it. We didn't have a library in junior high school, so I was looking forward to the library in high school the most.

The high school is far away from home, and the school is closed, with only one vacation per month. As a result, I spent less time with my grandfather. I always have "Hundred Arts" with me, but I don't let other students see it, I only secretly read a little bit before going to bed, and when I read it, I have to take another book and cover it outside. So, if a classmate asks, I'll say I'm reading another book. Because Grandpa explained that this book should not be read by others casually, in case others carelessly imitate it, it will cause very serious consequences.

Of course, "Hundred Techniques" can only be secretly watched a little bit every day, and more free time is spent in the library. But the first time I went into the library, it scared me out enough.

At that time, I liked to read world classics the most. The world's famous books in the library are all relatively old books, and the pages can easily fall off.

One afternoon, I walked around the library for more than half an hour before borrowing two books. When I came out of the library, the book in my hand accidentally slipped to the ground, and the pages fell out of it and were blown away by the wind.

He had only taken two steps when a scream of pain came from behind him, followed by the frightened screams of several girls. I picked up the pages that had stopped tumbling and turned my head, the wind pouring a foul fishy smell into my nostrils. Then the blinding scarlet made me feel like the earth was spinning at high speed, and I almost sat down......

In fact, when I was in the lobby of the library, I was inexplicably nervous, as if something was following me. My mental cues have always been sharp. The halls of the library were dead silent. The caretaker at the door fell asleep on his desk. Tables, chairs, chandeliers, calligraphy and paintings are all where they should be, and there is nothing unusual to see. They knew it existed, but they couldn't tell.

Something is tracking me?

Thinking of this, my steps became flustered, and I quickened my pace and walked towards the gate. Suddenly, the body shook violently and lost its balance. My feet actually stumbled on the red carpet that lay flat on the floor! I fell, and my hand grazed. At that moment, I felt like that thing had taken the opportunity to catch up with me.

I held my head hard, and the rotation of the earth slowed down, and it took a long time for it to stabilize.

I thought it would be fine, but I didn't expect to walk out the door and the thing was still in hot pursuit.

Turning my head to look behind me, a huge stone ball pressed against a strange male classmate, and several girls next to me opened their eyes dilated with fear. The boy who was held down opened his mouth to call for help, but couldn't make any sound. The hands and feet are twitching vigorously. The blood was like a bright red tongue, gradually swallowing up the crayon small new pattern on the white "colored" coat.

When I first entered this high school, I carefully surveyed the area around the library. The large stone ball was originally placed on top of a large black ashlar. This is one of the school's signature buildings. The radius of the large stone ball is more than one meter, and the ashlar at the bottom is about the same size as it. They have been there since the school was founded fifty years ago. According to the school's older teacher, one of the first batch of new students recruited after the school was established was crushed to death by a large stone ball. Later, after investigation, it was found that the time of crushing was in the middle of the night, but it was still unclear why the good stone ball would roll down.

Now, it has passed through 50 years, through the morning when countless birds chirped, through the evening when countless sunsets stained the sky red, through the quiet and peaceful night of countless lights, and rolled down without hindrance, taking away another young life.

I felt like the ball was rolling towards me, and a second later, it would have been me who had fallen. I thought to myself, could it be that I had collided with something unclean?

I hurriedly scanned the surroundings with my eyes, as if looking for an object that had just been lost, but I couldn't find it. I know that thing isn't completely gone. Like a sniper who misses an attack, it hides far away in hard-to-find corners, staring at its target, waiting for the next opportunity to inflict fatal damage on it. Could it be that the ghost of the basket has chased here?

The big stone ball was so heavy that many people could only watch, but they couldn't come up with a way to save people. The experienced old man said that he could not roll the stone ball, so he had to move it away. Otherwise, the bones and internal organs of the injured person may be crushed, and the situation will be worse. But can the stone ball be easily moved by a few strong men? Besides, there are no construction tools here.

By the time the ambulance arrived, the injured were no longer breathing. A nearby construction team rushed to the scene and used special tools to remove the stone balls.

But it was too late, and the dead man was lying there like a frog that had been trampled by a leather shoe.

I vividly remember that the wind of the day was wrapped in a biting cold air. Several medical personnel placed the deceased on a stretcher and covered it with a feeble single cloth. It was probably the buttery "liquid" body oozing from the belly, which wet the single cloth. In the center of the yellow "color" there is a small and small piece of red "color", which is blood. So from a distance, it looks like an autumn chrysanthemum, a sick autumn chrysanthemum, a dehydrated autumn chrysanthemum, and a decadent one. The wind rose again, and the single cloth was like a rippling water surface, up and down, as if the person under the cloth twisted his body because he was not comfortable sleeping on the stretcher, looking for a more comfortable position, or the wind was too cold, and the person under the cloth wanted to wrap the single cloth tightly because he had no body temperature, so as not to let the only remaining heat slip away.

One of the deceased's hands slipped off the stretcher and swayed from side to side as the medical staff ran. It made me think that the man was not dead, and that perhaps my face was making a mischievous grimace under the cloth, laughing at everyone's blind busyness.

When I returned to my dormitory, I still had palpitations, and as soon as I closed my eyes, I saw the momentum of the big stone ball rushing towards me. I feel that the stone ball is waiting for me on the ashlar, waiting for fifty years of ups and downs.