"Who asked you to praise Liu Xiong, what senior staff, what distant cousin, caused me a misunderstanding: I think the relationship between the two of you is unusual. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "I said dissatisfied.

Wen Xian glared at me and explained: "You and Liu Xiong pinched each other as soon as they met, Liu Xiong was beaten to the ground by you, and if I don't help him say a word, won't I be trampled to death by your kid." ”

"Humph! Whoever asked him to kick me twice, if he didn't beat him violently, he would have picked up a bargain. I said annoyedly.

As I spoke, the car drove into a school, and when I looked, it turned out to be an art college.

Wen Xian seemed to be familiar with the security guard of the academy, she took a bunch of keys from the guard room and said to me, "Go in." ”

I followed Wen Xian into the school, thinking: What are you doing at the art academy at night?

Wen Xian walked into a four-story girls' dormitory building, and the dormitory manager glanced at the two of us and didn't say anything. However, the eyes are a little weird.

The first to third floors were full of girls, some singing, some talking, and making a lot of noise. There were a few girls in shorts and small tank tops walking around the corridors. When they suddenly saw me, a big man, they screamed in fright and ran into the dormitory.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and thought: worthy of an art academy, these girls are all thin and tender, and their legs are white and long, they are simply hungry.

"Cut, I've never seen a woman in my life, look at a fart!" Wen Xian reprimanded.

I muttered discontentedly, "You... You can't let me walk with my eyes closed. ”

I've never been in a women's dormitory at a university, but I know that boys are not allowed here.

Wen Xian led me straight up to the fourth floor. On the stairs of the third and fourth floors, there is a steel fence with a large lock.

I'm so curious, is this fourth floor a warehouse land? Otherwise, why is it separated by a steel fence gate?

Wen Xian opened the lock, opened the door, turned to me and said, "You go to room 404, and you are on night duty there." ”

"What's the fourth floor for?" I asked curiously.

"Hey, do you want me to emphasize it again, don't ask a word that shouldn't be asked, you should know, and I will naturally tell you." After Wen Xian finished speaking, she seemed to remember something, she took out a button-like play from her shoulder bag and slapped it on my chest.

I looked down and it turned out to be a round black sign with a red "X" on it.

"This is our company badge, you wear it, don't take it off." Wen Xian explained.

I'm a little curious, why did this badge stick to the clothes on my chest when I snapped it?

As soon as I stepped into the steel fence, Wen Xian fell into the lock, and she didn't go downstairs without looking back.

Damn, I'm locked on the fourth floor. I suddenly thought: I forgot to ask Wen Xian when I was off work.

Another thought: It's also vain to ask, Wen Xian said, I should know, and I will naturally say to me. Since she didn't say it, it doesn't need me to know.

Now, I'm most worried about when tomorrow's breakfast will be delivered, because I'm already hungry.

The corridor on the fourth floor was empty, and a layer of dust had fallen on the floor, making it look very desolate.

I walked to bedroom 404 and saw the door open, and thought, "Is there anyone else?"

I pushed the door open, and when I looked, there was no one.

There were four beds in the room, three of which were empty, and only one by the window had a futon on it, which seemed to be prepared for me, the man on duty.

I looked at the futon, it was dirty and damp, as if it hadn't been washed in a long time.

"Grandma's, I treated Lao Tzu as a migrant worker." I cursed.

There was nothing in the room except the bed. I couldn't help scolding: "Fuck your uncle, I don't even have a water bottle to boil, I want to die of thirst!" ”

I wanted to inspect the fourth floor to see if it was a storehouse.

I started checking in room 401.

I jumped up, grabbed the door frame, and with a stretch, I could see the room through the skylight. I found that the entire 20 bedrooms on the fourth floor were empty, and there was not a single hair in the room except for the empty bed. Apparently, this is an abandoned dormitory on the first floor.

"Grandma's, since the fourth floor is full of empty rooms, let me be on a bird shift." I grumbled.

Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong, and an ominous premonition came to my mind. So, hurry back to dormitory 404.

I took out my phone, typed six words: "The art academy is haunted", and immediately searched for more than a thousand messages:

"The Ghost Singing in the Middle of the Night at the Academy of Arts ......"

"The supernatural incident in the No. 3 girls' dormitory building of the art school ......"

"Strange 404 Bedroom ......"

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I looked at the time, and the earliest post was made three years ago.

I focused on the post of "Strange Dormitory 404", which was posted three days ago, and it reads: Since 2012, female students living in dormitory 404 of dormitory building No. 3 of the Academy of Arts have committed suicide every year, so this dormitory is called: "suicide dormitory". Just yesterday, another girl in this dormitory, Bai Ping, committed suicide by taking medicine at the Yazui Cliff of Bagu Mountain, becoming the fourth suicide in the "suicide dormitory". It is reported that the girl named Bai Ping is a promising dance student, nicknamed the "Queen of Dance", and the reason for her suicide is unknown.

Yes! I exclaimed, it turned out that my yin wife Bai Ping was a student of the dance department of the Academy of Arts, no wonder she had a delicate face and a devilish figure.

I took a closer look at a couple of posts that described the haunted dormitory building of the School of Arts' No. 3 dormitory.

Through online searches, I figured out a few things:

First, it has been haunting this No. 3 dormitory building for three years.

The second is that the haunted event is confined to the fourth floor.

The third is that haunting is simply a female ghost crying, singing or dancing in the middle of the night.

Fourth, since Bai Ping committed suicide four days ago, the fourth floor has become more haunted, so the school has closed the fourth floor.

I smiled and thought nonchalantly: the reason for the closure of the fourth floor turned out to be haunting, but this ghost was a good ghost, just crying, singing, dancing, and not hurting anyone.

Since this ghost is a good ghost, let me be on duty for a ball. Is it just for me to hear ghosts cry and sing and dance?

I suddenly thought: Will Bai Ping come tonight? If Bai Ping comes, we can just meet each other. Thinking of this, I danced with joy.

I looked at the time on my phone, it was eight o'clock in the evening, and there were still four hours until midnight. I couldn't help but be a little impatient, looking forward to getting to midnight as soon as possible, so that I could meet my yin wife Bai Ping. Ever since the cemetery parted the night before, I've been worried about her being bullied by evil spirits.

Suddenly, there was a jolt in my chest pocket.

I wondered: What's going on?

Tonight, I brought the "Bloody Ghost Book" with me, and folded it in my jacket pocket. Now, the place of the shaking is there.

I hurriedly took out the "Ghost Book of Blood Letters", opened it, and when I opened it, there were six blood-red words suddenly appearing on the page where there was no word: "Escape from the window."

I thought to myself: Judging from the information I found on the Internet, the haunting of this art academy is just "pediatrics", at best it is to scare the faint of heart, is it worth escaping? Could it be that this "Ghost Book of Blood Letters" is making a big fuss?

I closed the book nonchalantly, folded it up again, and slipped it into my jacket pocket.

As soon as the "Bloody Ghost Book" was put in his pocket, it vibrated violently again.