Night shrouded, and the hustle and bustle gradually fell silent.

However, the night is a time for the living to rest, but it is also a time for the ghosts to go out and move, different times, different spaces, in fact, sometimes because of some accidents, there will be friction.

Today is December 23rd, and there is still a week to go, which is the school's birthday, that is, the arrival of the school anniversary.

Mu Cheng, a top student in the music department, handsome, golden, gentle and elegant, is a killer surname "weapon" with a girl's surname, the school anniversary is coming, as the head of the school's literary youth troupe, Mu Cheng is also a lot busy.

He is a living signboard, and there will be Makusei performing on stage in large and small activities of the school, so it can be said that as long as he is in the place, he can gather many students.

"Whew~"

As soon as I opened the door of the dormitory, the cold wind of midnight blew mercilessly into the collar, and I couldn't help but shiver all over my body. On the third floor of the boy's dormitory, a figure looked left and right with a little mystery, and when no one noticed him, he raised his steps and walked softly to the direction of the stairs.

There was only the sound of Mu Cheng's own footsteps in his ears, it was already 11:46 a.m., and in the cold dormitory corridor, it seemed that in addition to his own footsteps, he could hear a little other sound, whirring, not like the sound of the wind, but mixed with the sound of the wind.

Stopped, Mu Cheng glanced back, the deep corridor behind him, I don't know if it was the unstable line, or the influence of the weather, the dim light was a little swaying, and the black shadows under his feet began to become distorted.

"I guess I misheard."

Mu Cheng said this, turned around and continued to move forward, but the pace was much faster, and there seemed to be an extra breath behind him just now, and the cold air that came out made Mu Cheng keep tightening his collar.

He walked quickly, and it didn't take long for him to leave the dormitory area, and he raised his eyes to look at the dark teaching building. For some reason, tonight's teaching building looks like a different atmosphere, and there seem to be many people walking around in every classroom that is silent in the night.

Coupled with the breathing sound he heard in the hallway of the dormitory just now, Mu Cheng couldn't help but hesitate a little, he was wondering if it would be better to go back tonight, but he asked Fu Xin again to practice ensemble in the music classroom tonight.

Fu Xin, like Mu Cheng, is in the music department, and both of them are highly talented in music, and the two are friends and often practice music together. Fu Xin learned the violin, while Mu Cheng was the piano, so in two different fields, the two had countless run-ins.

Of course, others only knew that they were very talented, but they did not notice the effort put into it by the two, and they always practiced in the dead of night, with the only rest time.

At the school celebration a week later, Mu Cheng and Fu Xin were named to perform on stage, in order to better show their strengths, they made an appointment tonight to practice music in the music classroom.

"Fu Xin should have already come, I'm so timid, hum!"

With a light snort, Mu Cheng took a step and walked into the teaching building, and the dim corridor swallowed his figure in an instant.

The lights on the stairs have been extinguished, and Makumato, who is walking in it, must hold his hand on the wall, hold his mobile phone on the one hand, and use the light on the screen to illuminate the steps under his feet.

"Heh~"

Mu Cheng was startled, and immediately stopped, and a layer of goosebumps had already jumped on the surface of the skin under his clothes. Just now, he clearly heard the sound of exhalation, in the middle of the stairs, in the darkness that the phone screen could not illuminate.

It wasn't the wind, because the walls of the school building had completely blocked out the howling north wind, and the exhalation was the same as the one heard in the hallway of the dormitory.

"Who, Fu Xin, is it your kid who is playing tricks on me, come out quickly." Makusei mustered up his courage and ran to the handrail of the stairs, his phone screen facing down.

The staircase under the light was empty, and there was no half a figure. Makusei only felt that his scalp was numb for a while, and he yelled Mom, ran up to the third floor, and ran straight to the music classroom.

The classroom was at the corner at the other end of the hallway, where the lights were on, and Mu Cheng knew that Fu Xin must have come, and he was in the classroom.

As he got closer, Makusei began to hear the sound of the piano, and it was a piece he had never heard before, very strange, as if it came from far away, but it seemed to come from the heart.

Makusei clasped his hands to his chest, he had never heard such a beautiful melody that could make people feel like this.

Pushing open the door of the classroom, Makusei walked in, step by step to the black piano placed on the podium, he could already see the figure obscured by the piano.

"You're here? Why is it so late, it's almost two o'clock. Fu Xin stopped playing and raised his eyes to look at Mu Cheng who was coming, the latter's face was blue and he was still a little shaky when he walked, and the clothes on his body were dirty.

Originally, we had made an appointment to meet here at twelve o'clock to practice the song to be played together, but Makusei had only arrived now, and he was two hours late.

"What's wrong with you, are you sick? Why is your face so ugly? ”

Fu Xin stood up and wanted to touch Mu Cheng's forehead, but was blocked by the latter, and his fingertips scraped the back of Mu Cheng's head.

"I'm fine, what's the name of the song you just played?" Mu Cheng glared at Fu Xin and said in a cold tone.

Looking at the strange eyes cast by Mu Cheng, Fu Xin was stunned for a moment, he just wanted to care about the former's body, but he didn't expect that the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but also seemed to be very angry. And Mu Cheng has never cast such a look at him, cold, he is very familiar with Mu Cheng, even to strangers, he has never been so indifferent.

"It's okay if you're okay, I just saw this song, oh, it's on it." While speaking, Fu Xin pointed to the score on the piano, he was also bored of waiting, so he wanted to try the above tune.

But the composition of the song made it clear that this piece was played on the piano solo, and the violin couldn't play it, and after trying a few times, there was really no way, as long as he sat in front of the piano and played it, fortunately, Makusei also taught him a lot, so he knew how to play the piano.

"Since you're here, let's get started, and we'll go back to bed at four o'clock."

"No need, you go back, I changed my mind and want to play solo by myself!"

After speaking, Mu Cheng didn't wait for Fu Xin's reaction, he sat directly on the chair, gently put the keys on his hands, and saw that he really planned to practice solo music by himself.

Fu Xin was stunned, and he didn't even react to Mu Cheng's words, until the latter sat on the chair and was about to start practicing, that he fully understood Mu Cheng's words.

"Heh, boy, what are you talking about, you want to break up the gang and tease me, right?" Fu Xin smiled awkwardly and asked in disbelief.

"Get out!"

Makusei didn't mean to explain at all, a simple word, cold and sharp.

"You... Well, we're no longer friends anymore. ”

Fu Xin clenched his fists angrily, then let go again, turned around and walked out of the classroom. Fu Xin looked down at his right hand, and when he just clenched his fist, it seemed to be a little slippery.

I saw that at the tip of the index finger, there was a black and red bloodstain, remembering that he had just touched the back of Makuei's head, and he might have injured the latter, and he just wanted to turn around and go in to look at Makumi, and remembered what he said to himself...

"Forget it, practice slowly, I don't do anything like a hot face sticking to your cold ass."

……

Ling Feng lay on the bed, tossing and turning, his mind full of Chen Meixin and the black and white face he had seen in Yang Jun's dormitory. If you want to say that there is no connection between the two, but they look so similar, if you want to say that there is a connection, this Chen Meixin is just a new music teacher, and she will not be a charm that has evolved in the first world.

"Or is there a problem with the music classroom, hiss~" Ling Feng gasped and got up, his task was to find Ling Xueyan and his group, and now he seemed to be involved in another incident.

Ling Feng intuitively felt that the disappearance of Ling Xueyan's group might be able to find the answer from Chen Meixin. (To be continued.) )