The crowd of people reading in the humanities museum is gradually thinning, and the occasional sound of flipping books also makes the library empty. He was still studying the ancient rubbing, comparing it with the obscure ancient texts.

He needed to understand the style of the rubbing.

Tonight's library came an uninvited guest, a quiet and elegant figure, sitting alone at a desk in the corner, maintaining a reading posture, the pen of his fingertips recording words on the paper from time to time.

Towards closing, he parked the books in his hand, prepared to expel the students who still stayed in the library, and prepared to organize the shelves and sort the books that had been misplaced at the end of the day.

He noticed that she had been immersed in the book, unable to understand the plot of this girl, and carefully kept her distance, although she was beautiful and refined, she always brought himself a sense of danger, because she was Ouyang Ying.

After inviting a few students to the door, she was nowhere to be seen.

The large library was deserted, and the lights in the corridors outside had been extinguished. From time to time, the wind blew on a corner door, and the creaking sound of the door opening and closing was particularly harsh in the silence.

The cold white light hit the spotless ground, only his busy figure was in the room, the creaking door panel was still shaking, and the unsettling pronunciation hovered in Zhu Beichen's heart, he was very afraid of this environment.

I couldn't resist the stimulation of this sound, and with fear and curiosity, I followed the sound and walked out of the door. The faint sound came from another corner of the floor, a women's restroom, the door shutting more clearly as we got closer.

In the dark hallway, only the light reflected in the bright humanities hall projected on this floor, and only the vague scene not far ahead could be faintly discerned, and the shaking of the door panel continued.

Human fear is accompanied by ancient genetic inheritance, and in the extremely dark environment, there is always a mysterious fear of unknown sounds, but at the same time, it is also wrapped in the curiosity of primates, even in this environment, facing all kinds of dangers.

It was a locked door, and he remembered that the door to the women's toilet had been closed for as long as he was familiar with the environment, and the maintenance sign was on the doorknob, and the maintenance sign was covered with cobwebs.

Now the door lock is open, the wind inside blows the worn door panel back and forth, the faint light penetrates through the crack of the open and closed door, and the cold air spills out from the inside out.

Holding the cold doorknob, he hesitated and slowly pushed the door open. The cold wind brought by the temperature difference blew the hair on the body, and the faint moonlight spilled through the open window in the women's bathroom, and the cold air carried a dusty musty smell. The doors of the four neat rows of urinal cubicles were hidden, and the cold wind outside the window creaked.

Walking through the four rows of compartments with a trembling and conscientious mood, Zhu Beichen's heartbeat also fluctuated with the shaking door panel, and he stretched out his hand to push the door of the first compartment, and behind the compartment were all white walls and toilets, and the undulating mood fell. The tense nerves stopped for a moment, and the door panel of the last compartment sounded again, and the door opened slowly at 90 degrees, and never closed again.

A projection appeared on the floor in front of the compartment, and the owner of the projection was supposed to be in the compartment. The planked compartments are suspended on all sides, with only the floor about 20 centimeters above the floor. He lowered his head, and a pair of feet in black cloth shoes were faintly glimpsed under the dim compartment, and the scene was creepy in the environment of being alone, and the nerves were tense again after he had calmed down.

"Who's in there, anyone?"

The figure in the cubicle did not reply, and the echo of the inquiry was repeated all around. He was sure that there must be a man standing inside, a pair of shoes on his feet, but he was always a little cringe.

He tried his best to suppress his wheezing from nervousness, precipitated his mood, and slowly walked towards the compartment with the door open.

The light of the night was very dim, although he had been mentally prepared, but when the vague human figure hidden in the deep darkness appeared in his field of vision, the sudden fear also made his legs paralyzed, the tense nerves were constantly stimulating his heartbeat, and the blood was also flowing faster, and the visual impact made him forget to shout. The humanoid black shadow in the compartment still stood there, without any movement, and a cold dead air came from the black shadow.

Fear in a silent environment is a very terrifying emotion, and the atmosphere in this space has become extremely strange.

"Who the hell are you, what are you doing hiding in there, talking?"

It was as if a pale and ridiculous picture of a man slumped on the floor of the women's bathroom, screaming feebly into a room. This kind of atmosphere made Zhu Beichen very uncomfortable, the cool night was as quiet as the water of Xinyue Lake, the cold moonlight hit the black shadow, and the light was faint and could only see the faint outline.

He had thought about whether this figure was Han Qingxin, but he quickly vetoed himself, he was not. This figure felt very frightened to himself, and the aura on his body was very similar to that of a person.

The objects in the middle moved slowly, stepping on the ground and making a low sound, like a figure crawling out of the dark abyss, and every step knocked deeply on Zhu Beichen's heart.

Yuehua penetrated the dusty glass and hit the face of the black shadow in front of him, and the outline of that scene gradually became clear, and the small eyes that were slightly propped up showed a tired demeanor.

He couldn't suppress his horror, and when the face in front of him became clearer in the faint light, the surprise in his heart increased.

The obscene Taoist priest who had sunk his body in Xinyue Lake for a week appeared behind this compartment, and the long-dead Jinding stood stiffly in front of him.

The Taoist priest's pale hand stretched out from the cold air, as if the hand that had passed through the layers of space caressed his cheek. The cold temperature between his hands was transmitted, and Zhu Beichen, who was cowering in the corner of the wall and trembling, looked at this scene in horror, and had already forgotten to resist in fright.

"You're okay, how shaky you are." The Taoist priest's lips opened, and the slurp of syllables looked so old.

"You... You... It is alive and dead. ”

His thoughts were disorganized, just like his heartbeat that was running wildly at the moment.

"I should still be alive." The Taoist priest hesitated, thought about it and replied.

Zhu Beichen sighed lightly, and his hesitant heart fell. Fang just felt that he was out of shape, and his trembling leg joints were still a little numb.

"Aren't you dead, what's the matter with the sunken corpse in Xinyue Lake, isn't it your corpse?"

When this question was issued, he suddenly felt that he was ridiculous, and he felt that he was smart, and the big living people were standing, and of course the corpse was not his.

"Whoever told you I was dead and that the body was so swollen that you could be sure it was me."

"You almost scared me to death, it's okay to run here in the middle of the night and pretend to be a ghost." There was anger in his face.

"I just sensed she was here, so I didn't dare go out." The one in the right mouth, she used the word "don't dare".

"Who, who's here?"

"The girl."