The night wind howled, blowing the raindrops and making a gurgling sound.

In the basement of Jiushan College, Yang Jun took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

It had been raining for a day, and at this time, he and Ling Xueyan were probably the only ones left in the school.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and after Ling Xueyan finished talking about the conjuring, the two sat silently for a day.

Yang Jun felt a little regretful in his heart, he still couldn't know who summoned his spirit, and whether that person died in that weird unmanned funeral home.

He still remembered in his heart that he should go to the hospital to visit Yang Tian, he had been sitting here for a whole day, and Ling Xueyan didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to talk to him, for a day, Ling Xueyan just lowered her head and quietly looked at the heavy book.

"Poof!" Ling Xueyan closed the book, got up and walked outside. When he was about to leave the office door, he turned around and said, "It's raining hard, do you need me to drive you?" ”

"No, no, I'm going somewhere else." Seeing Ling Xueyan's somewhat cold expression, Yang Jun still rejected her kindness.

Ling Xueyan glanced up slightly at the window, and then walked away without looking back, her figure slowly disappearing into the darkness of the rainy night. In fact, Yang Jun's heart was still a little sour, it was still raining heavily, he really wanted to go back to the bedroom, but he didn't know why, seeing Ling Xueyan's expression just now, Yang Jun had two words of rejection in his heart.

In the office of the student union, he was suddenly left alone, facing the white wall, the scene outside the dark window, and an indescribable regret welled up in his heart.

"Well, why didn't you promise her to go back with you?" Yang Jun smiled bitterly, he stood up, and now he would either go back in the rain or prepare to spend a lonely night at school.

Outside the basement where the student union is located, the campus is darkly lit and the rainy nights are particularly eerie, and the campus is the birthplace of many strange events and the development of many legends.

The line of sight is very poor, standing at the entrance of the basement, I can only vaguely see some lights in the teaching building, and then looking back, the entrance to the basement is as black as a big mouth, and it will pounce and swallow Yang Jun at any time. This will be even more cold from below, and Yang Jun shivered and rushed out.

The rain was so heavy that he didn't run straight back to the dormitory, but to the multimedia building closest to the basement. There are also two classrooms on the fourth floor with lights on, so I might be able to meet a few students. If you can't go back, it's not bad to sneak a movie in the multimedia room, at the very least, to have a companion.

"It's a little cold" Even though he had just rushed quickly, the rain still wet his hair and most of his upper body, and the wet clothes stuck to his body, so cold that he could get goosebumps.

The stairs are lit up in yellow, and each staircase has a small light bulb that has been used for a long time, so that the light is enough to see the steps.

Yang Jun is now standing in the corridor on the fourth floor, and he has already seen the classroom on the third floor with the lights on, and there is no one inside, but a mask is fastened on the podium, and a strange picture is displayed on the multimedia light cloth on the wall.

But he didn't care, just glanced at the mask, the appearance of the green face and fangs, which was a little scary.

There was only the sound of Yang Jun's footsteps in the corridor, but he always looked back every two steps. There seemed to be something behind him, and he followed him up the stairs together. They followed him closely, but when they turned around, there was only an empty hallway.

Pushing open the door of the multimedia room, it was still quiet inside, and the beating light told him that something was playing on the wall, but there was no sound, and it felt like he was watching a black drama.

"There is still no one, alas, it is difficult to find people and ghosts these days, but it is easier." Yang Jun sighed, he couldn't go anywhere when it rained, and he was wet and cold. Especially on the back, the clothes that cling to the back are a little heavy.

I sat down and glanced at the content of the picture, a little bored. In the picture, several boys who look like students seem to be discussing what game to play, and those who lose the guessing box wear masks and pretend to be ghosts. There is no sound, Yang Jun can only roughly define the content according to the content.

Yang Jun shook his head, and just wanted to go up and change the film, but the story in the picture suddenly changed. As soon as the boy put the mask on his face, the breath of the whole person immediately became cold, like a beast about to explode.

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a knife and slashed at a boy who had turned to walk away, blood splattered everywhere, and he actually cut off an entire arm from the shoulder. The arm that fell to the ground was still slightly bending his fingers, and the boy who lost his arm immediately fainted because of the pain.

Seeing this, Yang Jun was already in a cold sweat, this picture was too real, so real that it didn't look like a movie at all, and the background was so familiar.

The tragedy in the picture continued to derive, but Yang Jun was completely unaware that there was a raised black shadow on his back, and a black strip-like object was sticking out of the black shadow.

He was still staring straight at the screen, where the masked boy had frantically dismembered several of his companions. Then he turned around to face Yang Jun, and the momentary glance at each other made the hairs on his whole body stand up, and the mask with blue fangs was worn on the boy's face, and the four fangs flashed like sharp knives. And when Yang Jun was scared, the mask was the same as what he saw on the third floor.

Suddenly, something seemed to fall on top of his head, and he reached up and touched it.

It was a hand, a cold hand, hanging over his head. Yang Jun turned around violently, but there was only an empty seat behind him.

A drop of sweat slipped down his forehead, and Yang Jun's heart beat very fast. The hand appeared on top of his head again, and the fingers were making a crawling gesture, and suddenly, the cold hand was pressed against his face.

Yang Jun's mind buzzed, and the hand was miserable and white, rubbing the skin on his face, and the biting chill made his scalp tingle.

He quickly grabbed the hand and pulled it hard, but nothing came out from behind him, and the hand was tightly attached to the clothes on his back. Yang Jun secretly complained in his heart, when did such a thing stick up, he didn't even notice it at all, and he was taken advantage of and touched his whole face.

Yang Jun suddenly had a turn of his mind, thinking that his clothes were wet anyway, he grabbed that hand with his left hand, tore off his clothes with his right hand, and then threw it hard against the wall.

A cold wind blew in, and Yang Jun, who had no clothes to cover, felt a chill all over his body. But what worries him most now is the object that covers him under his clothes. The hand groped for a moment on the ground, and then jerked off the clothes that covered it.

It was a mask of blue-faced fangs, and a pale hand poked out of the eyehole.

"I really got it right, rub, Lao Tzu is a ghost." Yang Jun muttered and wanted to run outside, this kind of unknown mask, he really couldn't fight with it at will, especially when he saw the picture playing on the screen. Once let it stick to your face

He didn't dare to imagine it anymore, but before he could make any moves, there was a "sudden" muffled sound, and another arm stretched out, put both hands on the floor, and stood up.

"Bang Bang!" The mask didn't give Yang Jun a chance to move, and the two palms of his hands slapped on the ground and rushed towards him.

By the time Yang Jun reacted, the mask had already rushed in front of him, and with a bounce movement, it flashed on his head. A pair of hands tightly clasped both of his cheeks, and the momentum was clearly about to put on his face.

Looking at a bumpy thing in front of him, he thought that once he put it on, he would become a different person, a murderer dominated by a mask.

Yang Jun bent down in a hurry, the mask was already on the ground, and he stepped on it hard. There was a crisp sound of "click", breaking free from the entanglement of the mask, and his face was ** spicy.

But now there was no time to check the injuries on his face, so he hurriedly distanced himself from the mask and rushed out. The multimedia classrooms are all terraced seats, and it is not very convenient to fight in them, and the horizontal rows of desks are blocked when you stretch out your hands and feet.

"Who?" Yang Jun was going down the stairs, a flashlight shot over, listening to the sound should be the school's night patrol uncle, the crawling sound behind him was very crazy, almost close to Yang Jun's heels. He didn't dare to stop now, and if he did, the thing would definitely stick to him.

"Run" Yang Jun shouted, but unfortunately it was too late, I don't know if the mask was because he knew that Yang Jun was not easy to deal with, or because he was excited to see someone who was still and didn't move.

It actually grazed Yang Jun's side and jumped over, and directly pasted it on the night watchman's face.

"What is this?"

The Nightwatchman shook his body, his flashlight fell to the floor, and the mask of the blue-faced fangs was already attached to his face. Yang Jun had already run to the landing under the stairs and looked up at the situation of the night watchman.

The four fangs flickered with cold light, and the night watchman no longer made a sound, but his body was convex and concave, and the two arms of the eye hole were gone, and now a pair of black eyes under the mask could be seen showing a look of fear.

"Hey, hey, hey"

The Night Watchman's body stopped writhing, and his appearance at this time was the same as the masked man on the screen, his eyes staring coldly at Yang Jun. A bright knife was already in his hand, Yang Jun swallowed his saliva, that mask was so terrifying, he just kicked so hard that he couldn't leave a trace on it.

The inhuman laughter made Yang Jun's heart furious, and after a while, he might be cut into pieces by the masked man's body, and the thought that his flesh and blood would squirm on the ground, and his stomach churned again.

"Huh~"

There was a crack in the air, and the knife that flashed cold light was already shooting at his face.

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