"Wu Mengmeng! You're still playing! Hurry up and wash up, it's half past eleven, Lao Jia is going to cut off the power, and I'll let you accompany you to the public bathroom to wash up in a while! Sun Ping put down the basin and glared at Wu Mengmeng, who was still flying with her fingers in front of the computer.

"Immediately, now, this game is over, the last wave. Rub, this blind monk is too pitiful, and the show operation shows off the record of 0_11_2, and it is super ghostly and not out of the flesh. "Crackling the keyboard while complaining.

Wu Mengmeng applied a mask to Song Ling on the bed while flipping through the supernatural magazine.

Zhao Xiaoguo, a student bully on the adjacent bed, suddenly put down the "Five Three Exercises" in his hand, tilted his head and looked at Wu Mengmeng: "Mengmeng, you're in your third year of high school, you're still playing games every day, aren't you afraid that you won't even be able to pass the three exams?" No matter how good the game is, it can't be eaten. ”

Wu Mengmeng cut it disdainfully. "What do you know, who said you can't eat it, look at those game streamers, it's ...... down"

Before he finished speaking, the whole dormitory fell into darkness, and the depressed Wu Mengmeng picked up the mobile phone on the table and looked at the time.

"Rub, I'm going to drop a paragraph again. The power went out so early, and Lao Jia's watch was ten minutes faster than mine. Wu Mengmeng patted the computer desk dissatisfied, and took out the washbasin from under the bed resignedly.

"Lovely little fairy Sun Pingping, accompany me to wash."

In the dark, Sun Ping rolled her eyes, turned over and was about to climb out of bed.

"Wait." Song Ling, who was wearing a mask, stopped the two. "Would you like to play a game together in a moment?"

"What game?" Zhao Xiaoduo, a scholar, also leaned out curiously and asked.

"You should have heard about it, our school is haunted again, and I heard that this time I also invited a white-bearded old Taoist priest with advanced Taoism to exorcise ghosts." Song Lingshen said mysteriously.

"Do you dare to play a game with me? Hearing that ghosts know the future, we can each ask ghosts a question. ”

"For example, this year's college entrance examination results." Hearing this, Zhao Xiaoduo's eyes lit up.

"For example, does he have a sweetheart for the person he likes?" Sun Ping's eyes widened.

"Another example is whether someone's anchor signing contract will be successful." Wu Mengmeng's eyes sparkled.

"While the ghost hasn't been exorcised yet, let's go ask a few questions, are you interested?"

"There is !!" The three shouted in unison.

"Bang bang bang!" There was a loud knock on the door.

"508's hurry up and go to sleep! Don't be noisy! The voice of the dormitory manager Lao Jia sounded.

The three girls obediently covered their mouths.

"Come with me after the lights go out in a moment." Song Ling saw that the three of them had agreed, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Do you want to leave the dormitory? The door must be locked after the curfew. Zhao Xiaoduo said hesitantly.

"What do you think this is?" Song Ling took out a key.

"You're crazy! Stole the dormitory key? Wu Mengmeng, who was outspoken, shouted.

"Shh Song Ling opened the door a crack and looked at no one, and then continued to say to the three of them: "This is the key I secretly matched, you will come with me in a while, and I promise that it will be okay." ”

Ten minutes later, Song Ling pretended to go to the toilet and passed by the dormitory management room, heard Lao Jia's snoring, and secretly took the three girls out of the dormitory.

"Where are we going?" Zhao Xiaoduo clenched his arms. The school building looks extremely terrifying at night, with dark doors and windows, as if something unknown may appear at any time.

"2112 Dance Studio." Song Lingshen said mysteriously. "Have you ever heard of the Four Corners Game?"

"You know, that's the old hell game." Wu Mengmeng said.

"Didn't the Internet say that girls are yin and heavy, and they can't only play with girls? Shall we call a boy? Zhao Xiaoduo's hair stood on end just by hearing the name of the game.

"Only when yin qi is heavy can you see hell."

Song Ling said softly: "Originally, we were going to see ghosts, with a bunch of things to ward off evil spirits and boys with heavy yang energy, we are not going to exorcise evil spirits." ”

"Makes sense." Wu Mengmeng patted Song Ling's shoulder with a big grin. "Let's hurry up, we'll go back to sleep later."

Song Ling frowned and waved Wu Mengmeng's hand away and rubbed his shoulders.

"Haven't you heard of the three fires of people? Don't shoot randomly. ”

The four of them soon arrived at the 2112 dance studio.

Turn on the lights and there are mirrors on both walls of the dance studio.

Song Ling lowered his head and put his hand on the mirror.

"The mirror is heavy, and the ghost should be foolproof in such an environment."

"Although you must have all heard of the Four Corners Game,

But just in case, I'll tell you more about the rules of the game.

Wait a minute, the four of us will stand in the corners of the four walls.

At 12 o'clock, the library bell strikes 12 o'clock and the game begins.

I'll come first, I walked to the corner in front of me, gently sighed at the neck of the person in front of me, and then patted the back to signal that the person in front of me could go.

Then, the person being photographed walked to the other corner in the same way. We're in the same direction, it's all counterclockwise.

Then pat the third person on the back.

But when you walk into a corner where no one is around, clap your hands.

Then jump over the corner and continue walking forward until you shoot the next person.

After a while, we will find that no one is clapping anymore, and there are people in every corner.

The extra ones are the guests we have invited.

Don't be afraid, we can ask questions.

Because the room has mirrored walls on both sides, mirrors can be seen from every corner.

When you see guests in the mirror, don't be afraid, and don't run away. And never face to face with guests, don't let them see your eyes.

At this point, you can ask questions, and if the guest is willing to answer, the answer will be whispered in your ear. If you don't want to answer, they will just pat you on the back and let you go away.

At this point, whether you get an answer or not, you have to clap your hands three times, walk to the middle of the room, and wait for the others who don't get an answer.

When all four of them got the answer and came to the middle of the room, we said together, the game is over. We'll be able to go.

When the guests come, we must not stop halfway, otherwise, I don't know what will happen.

Speaking of which, do you have any questions? ”

Seeing the other three people shook their heads. Song Ling turned off the lights in the dance studio.

The four girls walked to a corner of the dance studio and stood, the room was so quiet that they could clearly hear their restless heartbeats, anxiously waiting for the bell to ring at 12 o'clock.

"Bang...... Bang ......"

When the twelfth bell disappeared, Song Ling slowly walked forward and walked towards Sun Ping in the corner in front of him.

Song Ling's footsteps were exceptionally clear against the backdrop of the quiet room.

Moonlight shines through the glass and pale green screens. Shining on Sun Ping's trembling shoulders, Song Ling, who was slightly smaller, stood on tiptoe gently.

"Huh." A faint heat sprayed on the back of Sun Ping's neck.

Sun Ping was stimulated, maybe it was Song Ling's warm breathing that made her feel safe, when Song Ling's palm slapped on the back waist, Sun Ping walked smoothly to the next corner.

The third corner is the most timid Zhao Xiaoduo.

At this time, Zhao Xiaoduo couldn't stop trembling at all. I regret agreeing to play this game.

When Sun Ping's warm breath sprayed on the back of her neck, she even squatted down on the spot in fright.

Sun Ping gently held Zhao Xiaoduo's waist, patted Zhao Xiaoduo's back, and whispered, "Don't be afraid." ”

Zhao Xiaoduo nodded, and walked towards Wu Mengmeng in the last corner with messy steps. Halfway through and stopped, she really couldn't stand up with weak legs, Sun Ping sighed helplessly, and was about to walk over to help Zhao Xiaoduo.

Suddenly, Wu Mengmeng's bluffing voice sounded.

"Ah, Xiao Duo, don't blow on me, it's so cold."

Zhao Xiaoduo and Sun Ping took a breath of cold air at the same time.

couldn't help but turn his head to look at Wu Mengmeng.

A girl in a white tutu stood quietly behind Wu Mengmeng.

Feeling the gaze of the two, the girl's head tilted back from above, and the whole head fell off and hung upside down on her back.

The cheeks on the skull, which should have been delicate, were cut everywhere with sharp weapons, and each of the two eyes was tightly clasped with a severed palm.

Zhao Xiaoduo, who was extremely frightened, couldn't scream, and was so frightened that he kept retreating.

Sun Ping also collapsed on the cold wooden floor.

Song Ling, who had already sensed that something was wrong, didn't have any special reaction, and waited quietly.

couldn't wait for "Zhao Xiaoduo" to pat himself on the back and let him move forward, Wu Mengmeng turned around impatiently.

I just happened to see the scene of the headless ballerina's severed head returning to her neck.

Wu Mengmeng's eyes rolled upwards and fainted directly.

"Scratch."

The sound of the dance studio is automatically triggered.

The music of "Death of the Swan" played from the stereo, and the headless ballet girl spun into the center of the dance studio like a wind-up doll, stiff and toe-toe-pointed.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but with the sound of the violin, the headless girl turned back into an ordinary beautiful ballet girl, standing on her toes with the melody, shaking her slender and soft arms vigorously.

The sober three seemed to be bewildered by the dance, and watched the girl's dancing posture in fascination.

The girl kept moving and spinning on her toes, her expression extremely sad.

Slowly, blood and tears flowed from the girl's eyes, and wounds appeared on her face one after another, but she did not stop dancing.

There was also a deep wound on her neck, and she was still trying to hold her head high.

The palm slowly fell off and fell to the ground, still waving her arms vigorously.

The skin on her abdomen slid off with her white skirt, revealing her bleeding ribs, and she was still spinning desperately.

Eventually, her foot broke off, but she didn't stop spinning.

She leaned gently on the floor to the music, waved her palmless arms again, and desperately stood up with her leg bones.

Finally, as the music came to an end, she stretched her beautiful legs and slowly lay down on the floor.

staged a real swan death.