"Origin?"

As if he couldn't immediately understand the meaning of the word, Luo Ling tilted his head and muttered again.

"That's right, to put it simply, we're still investigating the so-called historical examples, but I've found the origin of the second curse."

The second one?

That is, the curse of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

I had just returned to the student union room from the men's restroom with Uncle Lu Tong, listening to the results of President SuperS's investigation.

"The road is the same."

The president suddenly called Uncle Lu Tong.

"Yes."

"Read this."

"Yes."

As he spoke, the president handed Uncle Lu Tong an A4 piece of paper.

Then the uncle cleared his throat and read the origin of the second curse.

That is, about seventeen years ago, and at that time, in addition to the daily courses of Zuolu No. 1 University, there was a content of 'club activities'.

Normally, after 4 o'clock is the activity time, and ordinary club activities will end before 6 o'clock.

At that time, it was the end of summer, and there was a young girl who was introverted and not good at communicating with others.

The girl joined the club, and one day on the way back to the dormitory after dinner, she suddenly remembered that she had put her manuscript on the table in the club room and forgot to take it.

Although it was already half past six, the sky was orange and red, and the doors of the activity room were probably locked, and I didn't have the key.

However, it took a lot of effort to write the manuscript herself, and she hadn't checked it, and most importantly, she didn't really want to be seen by others before it was published.

Holding on to the luck that the door was not locked, she slowly returned to the club room. To her disappointment, however, the door was tightly locked, and she looked through the window on it – there was nothing on the table except a pen and a glass of water.

That's not right...... My manuscript is on the table...... Why did it disappear?

She suddenly remembered that in two days, the newspaper printed by the company would be published again...... Yes! Could it be that the president took it away as a finished product...... But I haven't done a check-up yet......

The girl returned to the dormitory in frustration, and the next day, during the club activities, although she saw the president typesetting the article on the computer, she was still embarrassed to ask, "Was my manuscript taken by the president?" In this way, the girl kept the problem in her heart until the newspaper was printed.

After the newspaper was printed, the president picked up the newspaper and read it himself, nodded as if he was satisfied, and then walked out of the activity room with the newspaper.

The president nodded and smiled, which means that my manuscript is okay......

The girl thought.

And the girl didn't pick up the few newspapers left in the activity room to read.

"Oh oh! The president wrote so well!! ”

"yes, yes."

Several members of the club watched the newspaper and talked about it.

…… Don't see mine?

The girl thought.

She's excited to see what people will say about her when they see what she writes. It was written by her best efforts, and the evaluations of her fantasies were naturally all praise.

However, a minute, two minutes...... Five minutes...... Half an hour......

Everyone is familiar with this issue of the newspaper, but no one talks to the girl.

"Oh! Is it six o'clock? Ladies and gentlemen! Withdraw, withdraw!! ”

All but the maiden were gone.

The president hasn't returned from the school building yet, and she is the only one in the entire activity room.

"I haven't checked it though...... But...... Can't you take it out/countertop......"

The girl muttered to herself, and picked up the new issue of the newspaper that was almost crumpled by other members-

His own article is prominently placed in the most prominent position.

However, in the writer's office, it is the president's name that is written......

……

This...... What is the meaning......

……

The girl thought.

……

President...... What do you mean......

See if I don't squeak...... I don't usually speak...... I thought I was a bully...... Is it?

How much effort do you think I put into writing it!!

She thought that the girl, who had always been weak and had never been angry, was instantly carried away by anger.

She picked up the pen she had written the manuscript and rushed out.

When I arrived at the school building, the sky had once again turned orange-red.

The president, who was facing the spring breeze, just walked to the lobby on the first floor.

The girl just held the pen like that.,Hit the president.,The president who didn't have time to react threw himself suddenly.,But the tip of the pen pierced the eyeball.,Inserted into the brain.,The head hit the floor mirror hard.,The mirror was immediately shattered.。

The girl who couldn't stop the car accidentally tripped over her left foot with her right foot, her body was unbalanced, and she also fell, and the sharp fragments pierced the girl's carotid artery......

Although the teacher who stayed in the school a few minutes later to mark the papers, found the hall on the first floor with a river of blood, and the broken floor-to-ceiling mirror was quickly replaced with a new one. But since then, there have been people who linger alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror at dusk, and they will be pulled into the strange story of the underworld by two ghosts.

"Wow wow! I can't hear you! I can't hear anything o(>_