"It's almost up, it's one o'clock in the afternoon. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 I rubbed my [explosive] hairstyle, put on my clothes and yelled loudly.

"It's only a little while, and I don't have to go to class." Li Ming shouted dissatisfiedly, and after speaking, he turned over again, wanting to sleep.

This kid is really a pig, he used to play games until 1:2 in the morning, so it's understandable that he didn't get up until the afternoon the next day. Yesterday before nine o'clock he had fallen asleep like a dead pig, and now he can't afford it.

Under my "kind words and persuasion", he snorted angrily, slowly got up, and reluctantly went to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Today's sun is shining, and the winter sun is lazy on the body, so I want to move a rattan chair to lie on it leisurely and leisurely, and enjoy a cup of tea.

Sometimes there are things that I really just have to think about, and if I were given such an afternoon, I wouldn't have done it.

Just walked like this, and before I knew it, I had come to Building A.

I suddenly remembered that I walked the underground stairs for one night yesterday, and I couldn't see it clearly yesterday, and now I'm going to take a look. With that in mind, I started walking towards Building A.

"Qiu Ci, what are you doing, the archives are not here." Li Ming walked in with me puzzled.

As soon as I walked into the corridor, I was greeted by a cool breeze that was swishing and the temperature plummeted.

I pulled the zipper up to my neck and walked in with my hands in my pockets.

It's still last night's furnishings, rusty handrails, two or three scrapped tables with missing arms and legs.

Hey, why is the wall clean, what about the small hole in the side yesterday? It's right behind the desk.

I immediately ran to the table and stroked the wall with one hand. The chill, this is a real wall, so what did I see yesterday?

"Qiu Ci, what's wrong with you, staring at the wall or something?" Li Ming saw that I was half-squatting and stroking the wall, and I also squatted down.

"It's okay, let's go! Let's go to the archives and have a look! I got up and dusted my hands. Now it's back to normal, isn't it only open at night?

Probably not, this building has a large number of graduate students reading books here every night, if so, why haven't you heard rumors about this?

"Alas, you wait for me!" Li Ming saw me get up and come out, and he quickly ran out: "You don't know, since Zhou Lei died of a heart attack here a few days ago, it feels eerie here during the day, and people say that Zhou Lei's ghost is still here and has not dispersed." ”

"Haha, don't believe this, let's go!" Naturally, my hand rested on his shoulder and walked forward.

On the third floor of the library is our school's archives, which not only contain the big and small things about our school since its establishment, but also some of the secrets before the establishment of the school.

Bi Su took me to have a look before, but I was stopped by the ruthless uncle, saying that it was a leader, and ordinary idlers were not allowed to enter.

Unexpectedly, after the uncle saw Li Ming, he immediately smiled with a smile on his face, serving tea and pouring water.

For the whites of my eyes, regardless of it.

"Thank you very much, we want to be here for a while." I came here in the hope of finding some clues from the archives, and he kept following Li Ming to ask for warmth, and I really couldn't concentrate.

The uncle hesitated for a moment, and did not mean to leave, but set his eyes on Li Ming, wanting to see what he meant.

"Well, then you go out!" Li Ming saw that he didn't leave, so he said.

The uncle immediately smiled and said, "Okay, good!" I'll go out, and if there's anything you need me to call me, I'll be at the door. ”

Seeing my uncle gone, I was finally able to quiet down and find something.

In 1965, it was the day when the fortune teller said that Wang Ning died, which should be such sensational news.

Fortunately, the magazines and materials in the archives are arranged in chronological order.

Finally, I found the row in 1956, which was in the order of January, February, and March, and Wang Ning died in the cold winter, and the range was very small. Soon I pulled out a yellowed newspaper from it: "On December 23, 1956, it was reported that Wang Ning, a worker in charge of the construction of Building E of H University, gave a better target for completing the country, often working overtime, selfless dedication, and accidentally fell to his death on the night of December 22............ We should learn from Comrade Wang Ning's ...... for the cause of socialism."

After carefully reading the newspaper reports on Wang Ning's fall from the building at that time, there were no clues available at all.

Wrong! fell to his death on December 23, when did Zhou Lei die? Right! He died on December 21 on the winter solstice, Gao Lan committed suicide on December 22, and the equation is December 23; The fortune teller died on December 25, and Bisu on December 29. They all had an accident in December, is there any inevitable connection or coincidence between them?

Suddenly thinking of this, I hurriedly picked out the newspapers and magazines of 1956.

Wu Qi (male) fell from the building on December 30, 1956,

Zhao Qin (female) died on January 2, 1957.

…………………………………………

Yes, they all died after December 20 and continued for a month.

I already had three inches of newspaper in my hand, and it was shocking that in just one month, five hundred people died. Some people have just one name on it, and that's not all the coverage.

"Li Ming, what day is the winter solstice this year?" I asked, turning my head.

"It seems to be December 21st!" Li Ming said.

I immediately took out my mobile phone and typed this paragraph on Baidu: [What day is the winter solstice in 1956? 】

Such a passage popped up on Baidu: [1956, the twenty-first winter solstice of the eleventh month of the lunar calendar]

Yes! Wang Ning, the first to die sixty years ago, was also the winter solstice. Bi Su once said that on the day of the winter solstice, when the ghost gate is opened, the dead souls will return.

The soul can only come back on the day of the winter solstice and then leave. But why did those people still receive Death Radio and Death WiFi in the following month?

"Qiu Ci, what are you thinking? So obsessed? Li Ming kept shaking his hand in front of my eyes.

"Take it away, I'm not blind." I put the magazine back in my hand neatly. Then he said to him: "Just now, I found a clue through these newspapers? ”

"Don't tease me, I really can't see anything about this." Li Ming smiled and pulled out the report on [Wang Ning's death from the building].

"Uh... Not to look at the text above. I grabbed the newspaper in Li Ming's hand and said: "Wang Ning died on the winter solstice in 1956, and so did Zhou Lei." Since the winter solstice, death stations and wifi have appeared more and more frequently. More people died later, with the highest number of deaths coming on January 5, 1957, when 214 people died. ”

"Ahh I see! Li Ming's mouth was wide open, and he looked at me incredulously.