The bun came out in a huff, and Xiao Yi appeared and chased after him, "God, let's give up?" ”

Baozi turned his head and said to Xiao Yi, "Of course not, we have to find an import." After that, the two of them looked around the building, and the outer windows of the classroom were inlaid with iron railings, although the two of them had magic power, they were not good at destroying it when they first arrived, so they couldn't do it. The two of them walked along the root of the window, and found that a small window on the north side had no railing, and when they looked closely, it was the ventilation window of the toilet, and whether it was the men's or women's toilet, they climbed in when they saw that there was no one around.

Exiting the toilet door, the two turned into a deep hallway. Most of the hallway lights have been turned off, the classrooms have been turned off, and the building is silent. The bun stood in the middle of the corridor, prompting the eyes of the sky to look around, only to see the aura of ghosts permeating, but not to find the existence of tangible and qualitative existence.

Xiao Yi was always vigilant, holding the hilt of the Sword of Victory and Evil in one hand and the end of the rope that bound the immortal rope in the other, and kept looking around.

"This ghostly aura is so strong, where is the source?" Bun asked himself

Xiao Yi stared at the end of the corridor, "Look for it by feeling, go up and have a look" The two of them walked up the stairs and found that the ghost aura became stronger and stronger the higher they went. Ghost qi is a gloomy qi that tends to flow heavily and downward, generally running downward, converging in basements, sewers, etc. This ghost qi is as frivolous as the steam of a soup pot, indicating that there is a strong force in the ground that pushes up the ghost qi. Baozi pondered and searched, and gradually came to the 17th floor, and the ghost aura was already so strong that it was dazzling.

Baozi decisively took out three pieces of rune paper, stuck to the yang fire, and turned around and asked Xiao Yi, "Do you want three?"

Xiao Yi laughed, "I was originally a ghost fairy, people can't see me, ghosts can see me." ”

"But we're looking for ghosts. Well, you hide in my backpack first, and don't tell you not to come out. Baozi instructed Xiao Yi to hide it, and then began to search. The structure of the top floor is the same as the other floors, with a total of 8 classrooms, connected by a long corridor, but it looks much older. The building was built in 1985, and the other floors are all new terrazzo floors, white lacquer painted walls, and the tables and chairs are all popular European and American single table and single chairs; This floor is a cement floor, the walls are painted with ordinary white plaster, and the wooden baseboard is more than one meter high, which is full of the flavor of the Republic of China. The interior is made of simple double rows of old elm boards, each desk is equipped with a stool, and what is even more strange is that the books placed in the table holes are mostly thread-bound or brown paper covers, which is rare in the 80s. At the same time, the walls of other floors are hung with portraits of scientists such as Marxist-Lenin-Mausten, Newton, and Leibniz, and on the walls of this floor, in addition to Marxist-Lenin-Mausten, there are many strange officers, some of whom look familiar, but can't remember who they are. The sudden change in decoration style on the 17th floor almost brought him back to the world of a few decades ago, and Baozi secretly guessed that the principal of the school might have nostalgic feelings, and he had to make a layer of antique classrooms. He explored and thought all the way, and suddenly, the electric bell above his head made a crisp and piercing hissing sound.

As the bell rang, a tide of students ran out of the corridors on the east and west sides, and the buns immediately flashed to the corners, and the students swarmed the buns to the classrooms. They didn't see Baozi, and they also passed by him and entered the classroom.

The classrooms were quiet after a brief period of commotion, and the moonlight outside the windows spread coldly through the windows, and all the classrooms were unlit, as if they did not need to use electric lights to study. The students sat up straight in the moonlight, and the teachers wrote handsome board books on the old blackboard made of plywood in the moonlight. This scene is extremely weird! Baozi flashed into the first classroom first, and sat in an empty seat in the back row. On the podium was a professor in a robe, with a gray beard, still gray hair, thick and thick, standing on the roots like steel thorns. The old professor wrote two big characters on the blackboard, "Guoben", and turned to the sentient beings and said, "Today, the Japanese blew up several warships of the United States on the island of Hawaii in the Pacific Ocean, and the United States has declared war on the Japanese. There was a lot of exchange in the classroom. The old professor motioned to the crowd not to speak: "The emperor today issued the "Edict on the Holy War in Greater East Asia", asking us officials and people to be united, to be united in all directions, to serve the whole country with sincerity, and to use the national strength to aid the war of the allies, so as to assist in the survey of East Asia. It means to join the Japanese army unconditionally and go to Nanyang to fight."

There was another commotion in the classroom, and the boys seemed very agitated, not all of which was rebellion, but some of which were excited.

In Manchukuo, the National Higher Education School, the Shidao School, the Shidao Higher School, and the Vocational School all set up coaching courses to carry out basic military training, cultivate the spirit of so-called sincerity and loyalty, and practice physical and mental training. From 1941 onwards, the "Instructor Course" was included as a formal curriculum, and military training was uniformly implemented in schools at the secondary level and above in order to train students to become future "national soldiers". The military training of each school is specifically responsible for the military instructors assigned to it, and the content is divided into disciplines and technical subjects, the main content of which is theoretical teaching, teaching military knowledge and military qualities, in fact, instilling the idea of militarism and the spirit of bushido of allegiance to the emperor, as well as the hierarchical concept of absolute obedience. The technical department refers to military training in the field, and the main content includes troop coaching, command methods, shooting, anti-poisoning, distance measurement, flag language, mapping, and other necessary matters related to military training. In addition to the daily in-class training, military training will also carry out large-scale activities such as military review, marching, and entering the camp.

Under this kind of education, many children in Northeast China are eager to try the war, full of expectations and yearning.

One student said, "Sir, isn't the purpose of our studies to be loyal to the Emperor, but the time has come when we need us." ”

The professor waved his hand again, "You guys...... You must know whose descendants you are, what your surnames are, what your names are, and for whom you should fight. ”

The professor was about to continue, when the door of the classroom suddenly opened, and several Kwantung Army soldiers armed with shiny bayonets broke in, they entered the room without speaking, measured the height of 1.5 meters on the wall with a ruler, drew a thick line with a bayonet, and asked all the boys to stand up and pass in line, and all children taller than 1.5 meters were taken out of the classroom.

The old professor could not tolerate the roughness and arrogance of the soldiers, and he knew that when the children were taken away, they would be sent to the battlefield, and it was a meaningless road of no return. He stepped forward and grabbed the hand of a soldier and said, "They haven't finished their studies yet, so you can't take them away." ”

The military cao ignored the old professor, and still commanded the students to measure their height with a bayonet. A soldier ordered the students in stiff Chinese, "Those who cross the line will be immediately incorporated into the security forces; Those who did not cross the line went to the Meihe estuary to work. In 1942, Manchukuo promulgated the "Student Diligent Service Order", which stipulated that students in universities and equivalent university educational institutions were required to form a "diligent service team" and participate in 30 to 45 days of labor a year. Students who fail to meet the prescribed number of days of "public service" without justifiable reasons are prohibited from graduating. It seems that there is not much time, but the workload is very large, digging mountains and mining and farming everything, especially with the tension of the war, the demand on the front line is getting bigger and bigger, and many students are tired to death in the hard-working service team.

The old professor couldn't tolerate the Japanese soldiers destroying these children in front of his eyes, so he rushed up and grabbed the Japanese soldier Cao's collar, "You get out!" I'm in class! ”

The soldier finally got angry, he took out a southern fourteen pistol, "bang" two shots, a large skull in the back of the old professor's skull flew out, and the snow-white wall was splashed with bloody brains. At this time, whether it is someone who wants to join the army or wants to go home, the anger is ignited, which is a naked trampling. The students were furious, they rushed up to fight with a few Japanese soldiers, but where were they the opponents of the well-trained Kwantung Army soldiers, and after a while, they were picked down by bayonets, and the Japanese soldiers seemed to be still angry, and shot at the helpless female classmates with pistols and rifles, and in the blink of an eye the classroom became a slaughterhouse.

Baozi tried to pick up an injured student next to him, but as soon as he put his hand on the other's shoulder, the hand passed through the student's body, and they were all ghosts!

This is expected by Baozi, what is shown in front of Baozi may be a historical fact, maybe on the night of the full moon, or every night, since it is not a real killing, then there is no need to make a move, Baozi slipped out of the back door of the classroom. Killings were heard from other classrooms.

Baozi didn't have the heart to look at other classrooms anymore, and it was estimated that there were all kinds of killings and deaths. He quietly exited the 17th floor and ran down the stairs to the first-floor lobby. This is the only place where the lights are on. Baozi pried open the door of the communication room, and it was the old doorman who opened the door.

"Come in," said the old man lightly.

The bun flashed into the house and closed the door. The old man poured a cup of hot water for the buns, "Drink some water." ”

Baozi is not panicked, with his experience, even more ghosts can't alarm the waves in his heart. What he needs to understand is why there are large-scale ghost haunts in the most densely populated high campuses in bustling provincial towns. Baozi told the old man about what he had witnessed, and the old man's expression remained flat throughout.

"The professor who was killed in the first classroom you mentioned was called Lu Wenzhao, who opposed Japan's enslavement education back then, often spoke anti-Japanese remarks in class, and was stared at by the Kwantung Army Special Service Headquarters for a long time. In 1942, he was killed by the Japanese for opposing the conscription of student soldiers. There is also a statue of him in the southwest corner of the campus. The old man continued to tell in a flat tone, "There are also killings in this place at different times after the Japanese occupation in other classrooms, and the ghosts are not leaving, and they perform every day."

Baozi asked the old doorman, "So, why do so many ghosts choose to gather on the 17th floor of the complex?" ”

The old doorman smiled, "Kid, this building doesn't have the 17th floor." It is up to 16 floors. ”