When he woke up for the second time, Shen Qingming found himself in a dilapidated classroom. Shen Qingming carefully observed the situation in the classroom, this classroom is a very typical high school classroom, with a square area of more than 100 square meters. The lower part of the wall is painted with green paint, the upper part is a lime wall, and there are several calligraphy and paintings on the wall that reward diligence and self-improvement. The calligraphy and paintings were stained with oil and mottled, and at a glance it was clear that no one had maintained them for a long time. There was a thick layer of ash on the podium, and a finger could bury it in the belly of the finger. Between the desks were some tattered cobwebs, and even the spiders that lived on them had withered and shrunk. Inside the desk lay the corpses of ants, one by one their tentacles yellowed and fell on top of the remains of their companions. The bin was empty, and no more parasites were growing.

Shen Qingming stood in place and sniffed, there was a strong smell of copper in the air. I don't know where it corroded or ..... The smell of blood?

He pushed open the teacher's door and walked to the corridor, and shouted tentatively: "Boss, Lao Qin, Xiling, are you there?"

No one answered.

There was also a layer of dust in the hallway, and there were fallen wall skins on it. The window was sealed from the outside by a wooden plank, and Shen Qingming didn't open it for a long time. Not to mention the electric lights in the corridor, the current lighting is all dependent on the ghostly light emitted by the jade on Shen Qingming's neck.

"Boss?" Shen Qingming shouted again, "Where are you, don't scare me." ”

There was no one to answer. Shen Qingming recited a sentence, and he was not afraid of the shadow, so he pushed open the door and entered the other two classrooms, except for the different calligraphy and paintings on the wall, there was no difference from ordinary classrooms.

I'm afraid this is the Xihua Women's Conservatory, right?" he thought about it until he reached the end of the corridor on this floor. At the end there is a huge mirror that allows you to see the small half of the corridor. On the mirror is written when so-and-so gave it, as well as the inscription of the school - to be dressed properly.

Shen Qingming in the mirror is quite dignified, not handsome, but also handsome.

Shen Qingming said to himself: "The magic mirror tells me who is the most handsome person in the world. ”

No one answered, and Shen Qingming didn't intend for anyone to answer. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if someone in the mirror said that Qin Yeyou was the most handsome.

Next, he was going to go to the first floor to have a look, although there was a high probability that he would not be able to go out on the first floor, but there was still a glimmer of hope.

As soon as he turned around, he felt that something was wrong. After taking two steps, the strange feeling became stronger the older I got, as if someone was following me with a knife behind me. Shen Qingming couldn't help but turn around and find that there was nothing behind him.

"Cut, it's not like you're scaring yourself. Shen Qingming said, "Fortunately, no one saw it, otherwise it would be very embarrassing." ”

Wait, there's something different.

Shen Qingming looked at the mirror in horror, and the self in the mirror was beginning to bleed little by little. A crack began to spread from Shen Qingming's left hand in the mirror, Shen Qingming subconsciously raised his left hand, and found that his left hand began to bleed at the same time, and began to gradually extend upward. At this time, when he looked up at himself in the mirror, the whole person was full of cracks like a porcelain doll, several cracks from the eyes to the chin, and the jaw that had lost support was greatly opened, crumbling in the plane.

Fortunately, the changes in my body are not so terrifying, but if I delay for a while or three, it will probably be similar to what I am in the mirror. Thinking that his body would be shattered little by little, Shen Qingming shuddered.

All I thought about was that I hadn't had time to write a suicide note this time, wouldn't it be a loss if I died this time?

The top priority is to save his life, he is also a heavenly master, how could he die in such an inexplicable place, wasn't a god like the King of Wisdom persuaded by himself at that time?

However, in the face of this situation, his own ability is really useless.....

After thinking about it for a while, Shen Qingming figured out his current situation. He is undoubtedly trapped in the phantom of Xihua Academy's past, considering that three people have died in a row here, and he is worried about his life at any time, the most important thing at the moment is to lift the curse of the mirror. According to Han Lu's description, three people had died in Xihua Academy, in the toilet, in the school infirmary, and in an unknown location, and the problem should be in these three places. While there is one other place that is currently unknown, the first two locations may have clues to them.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingming was not very afraid. Instead of trembling in the Longtan Tiger's Den, it is better to run out as soon as possible to be safe.

There is no school clinic or toilet on this floor, so get out of this floor quickly. According to the previous situation of schooling, the school clinic was generally on the upper floor. Shen Qingming walked up the stairs and climbed two floors in a row but didn't find it. The classrooms on the other two floors are similar to those when I set off, in a dusty state.

Shen Qingming stood on the stairs and looked at the floors he was on, only to find that there was not even a building sign here.

"What a broken school, not even a building plate. Shen Qingming complained as he looked up to find the school doctor's office.

After climbing the stairs for a few minutes, Shen Qingming suddenly stepped on the stairs and fell on the stairs. Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, Shen Qingming lifted his knees and barely stood against the wall.

How could you fall down when you went upstairs by feeling it? Shen Qingming turned around curiously and counted the stairs seriously, a total of thirteen steps.

Wasn't it the fourteen stairs before?

Shen Qingming had read some novels before, and suspected that he was creating a height difference by modifying the number of staircase floors, and then let himself be confused and trapped in the building. So I hurriedly counted the steps of the stairs several times, and found that only one floor was missing one staircase.

"Huh?" Shen Qingming stood in front of the missing steps and counted them again, but this time it became fourteen steps, "Am I dazzled?"

The number thirteen is often associated with demons in the eyes of Westerners, and architects deliberately avoid numbers with thirteen when designing houses. Of course, he didn't care about the demons of the West, but the disappearing staircase did make him feel like a fish in his throat.

As he struggled, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the floor below, slow but powerful. Shen Qingming was overjoyed and hurried down to greet them. It is too important to have a partner in this kind of place, not to mention the death of the face and paralysis of Qin Yeyou, even if it is Lin Shenglin, the eldest young master, it is a kind of reliance here.

After a turn or two, Shen Qingming quickly ran to the place where the footsteps came from. The fluorite on his chest can only illuminate a few steps away, and a little farther away is a darkness, and I don't know who came here.

Shen Qingming stood at the top of the stairs and shouted to the opposite side: "Boss night tour Xiling, are you there? ”

Still no one answered, and in the silence, Shen Qingming felt a trace of fear. What if it wasn't the three of them?