Chapter 49: Poetry
"Did you hear that?" Immediately after hearing that voice, Luo Yasen asked, "I seem to hear someone shouting for help." ”
"Well, I heard that, too."
"Me too."
Shi Yuan and An Lingxian immediately replied.
It sounded like a young man's voice, and it contained extreme fear and despair.
"Where did it come from?"
The three of them were at the main gate of Haiyuan University of Technology at the moment, and as far as the eye could see, there was no figure in sight.
Shi Yuan unfolded his telekinesis vision, and suddenly found that in a small alley to their left, a figure with strange movements was moving towards them.
He adjusted the angle of his telekinesis vision and moved closer to the figure.
Suddenly, he saw that the figure was pale, his eyes were bleeding, and there was a shocking bloody wound on his left cheek.
Ghost?
No, it's not.
Shi Yuan also expanded the perception domain at the same time, and found that it was a white humanoid.
"There's someone over there."
Before the words fell, Shi Yuan had already begun to move. Luo Yasen and An Lingxian wanted to follow immediately, but considering that the snow on Takegami would not appear at any time, they stayed where they were and did not move.
Shi Yuan ran towards the small alley, and soon found the ghostly figure in the night.
When he ran not far from the man and finally saw his face clearly, Shi Yuan couldn't help frowning.
Did this man attend some kind of masquerade? Or is there some weird psychology? The makeup of the big night turned into this, and ran out to shout for help, what is the intention?
Thinking of this, Shi Yuan couldn't help but shout: "Hey! What's going on? ”
The man had been shouting for help miserably, but when he heard Shi Yuan's voice at this moment, he suddenly trembled and stopped.
When he saw Shi Yuan's figure clearly, the man suddenly burst into tears, his legs weakened, and he almost fell to his knees.
"Help...... Help me......"
Shi Yuan could see clearly through telekinesis vision just now that there was no one else around here except for the three of them and this young man with ghost makeup. Why did he shout for help? Could it be that he is too......
Shi Yuan immediately ran over and asked, "What the hell happened?" You come with me first and leave this little alley. It's too cramped and it's not safe. ”
The man nodded in a panic, and then followed Shi Yuan out of the alley and came to the gate of Haiyuan Gong.
"Your face ......"
An Lingxian said immediately the moment she saw Jiang Hongting.
"I ...... I think I met ...... Paranormal events...... Don't laugh at me, I'm really cornered......" Jiang Hongting was almost scared to cry, "I saw it in the bathroom of my house just now...... Saw ......"
Recalling the scene just now, he actually covered his heart, and his face became more and more ugly.
What he had just seen was even more terrifying than the ghost stories he usually told.
"I see it...... A walking head...... On the cross-section of the neck, there are countless ......"
Jiang Hongting couldn't say any more, covering his mouth and trembling.
"Why are you wearing such makeup?"
Royasen asked.
"Work needs."
Jiang Hongting explained briefly.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're a student at Haiyuan University of Technology, right?"
Shi Yuan asked suddenly.
"Yes. You...... How do you know? ”
Jiang Hongting looked at Shi Yuan in surprise.
Shi Yuan didn't answer his question, but said, "Aside from the supernatural incident just now, have you encountered any strange things recently?" ”
"Recently?"
Jiang Hongting's face became a little sluggish.
He remembered something. It didn't happen to him, but it terrified him.
"The other day, there was a teacher in our school who ......"
Next, Jiang Hongting told a terrifying incident that made him feel unbelievable.
Yang Xiuning is a history teacher at Haiyuan University of Technology. Although she is not a big beauty who has captivated the country and the city, she has always been very popular among teachers and students because of her elegant and gentle temperament and kindness.
"Teacher Yang, what are you going to eat at noon?"
A male teacher asked.
"I brought my own food."
Yang Xiuning replied politely.
"That's ......"
The male teacher was a little disappointed, smiled slightly awkwardly, and didn't say anything more.
One day, Yang Xiuning opened the drawer of her desk and found a pale pink envelope with the words "Teacher Yang Xiuning personally opened".
This is not the first time she has received such a letter, and she is not surprised.
She picked up the envelope and pulled out a letter from it.
It is said to be a letter, but in fact, it is not even called and signed, only a poem.
The poem goes like this:
"Tomorrow night
You will sleep on both sides of the Moqing River
This way
Over there."
Yang Xiuning's literary literacy is very high, but when she looked at this poem, she was stunned for a long time.
In fact, the moment she saw the pale pink envelope, she thought it was another love letter. However, the content of the poem is uncomfortable to look at.
Is someone playing a prank?
Even if Yang Xiuning has a gentle personality, she can't help but be a little angry at this moment.
"Teacher Yang......"
At this time, a male student came to the office.
Yang Xiuning immediately retracted her thoughts, looked up at the boy, and said, "Is there something wrong with you?" ”
"Mr. Yang, next Sunday, our club will hold a modern history and culture exhibition, and I would like to invite you to be our guest, can you see it?"
The boy asked politely.
"Next Sunday? Oh yes, I didn't have a class that day. ”
"Thank you so much. That...... Mr. Yang, we need to have a meeting tomorrow night to discuss the specific content and process of the event, I wonder if you can participate? ”
"Tomorrow night?"
Yang Xiuning was suddenly stunned.
She remembered the poem.
Tomorrow night......
She steadied herself and said, "Yes, no problem." You tell me the time and place, and I will definitely be on time. ”
For some reason, what she thought to her mind was that if she was with a lot of people, there wouldn't be any danger, right?
"Thank you, teacher!" The boy was very happy, "Then I'll go first." ”
That night, Yang Xiuning tossed and turned, and it was difficult to sleep.
The next day, she was also restless, always feeling that something was going to happen.
At 8 p.m., the event discussion began. Yang Xiuning sat in the classroom where the meeting was held, discussing the specific matters of the event with the students. However, from time to time, she fell into deep thought, and several times said the wrong thing, causing the students to look at each other.
"Teacher Yang, are you too tired? Otherwise, you go back and rest first, and we'll ......."
"No!" Yang Xiuning suddenly shouted, "I'm fine!" Keep the discussion going! ”
Her unusual performance startled the students. However, they didn't have a good idea to say anything, so they continued to discuss.
At 9:05, the meeting ended, and a boy volunteered to send Yang Xiuning to the station.
"Thank you."
Walking out of the teaching building, Yang Xiuning said with some weakness.
She was very anxious at the moment, walking alone at night, somewhat scared.