"Whew, whew, whew...... Don't, don't eat me, I'm not ......"

"Yuan Xiaoxin, get out of here!"

Yuan Xiaoxin had just woken up from the nightmare when he saw a chalk head rapidly enlarged in his vision, accompanied by the hysterical roar of the old class.

"Bang", the sudden pain in his forehead made him wake up instantly, and the corner of his eye subconsciously looked around, and the gloating smile at the same table clearly expressed: Brother, you are really good, you can also fall asleep in the old class.

He stood up helplessly, and walked out with his head down, never daring to look at the eyes of the old class that were almost spewing fire. While thinking that this was miserable, it was estimated that I would have to call my parents again, and at the same time, in the midst of the coaxing of the whole class or despised or ridiculed or watched the excitement, Shi Shiran walked into the corridor outside the classroom.

Yuan Xiaoxin himself was also very annoyed, what happened recently, he was always sleepy, he was sleepy, and he always had nightmares. It's not enough to have nightmares at home, but now it's all developed into a song in class, and what's even worse is in the old class, which is simply back at home.

"Bell bell bell ......"

He slept most of the time in this class, so he didn't come out to stand for long before he heard the bell ringing for class.

Li Xiao, the old class, was the first to walk out of the classroom, his eyes swept from top to bottom, and from bottom to top, and then swept Yuan Xiaoxin, who was standing at the door, and then said in an unkind tone: "Follow me to the office." ”

Yuan Xiaoxin was frightened, and he forcibly read a trace of fierceness from the good appearance of the old class. didn't dare to say a word, followed the other party with his head down, and came to the other party's office.

This is the last class, and most of the sub-class teachers have gone home from work, and the whole office is a little empty.

"Tell me what's going on...... Day by day...... It's the third year of junior high school...... You can still sleep...... I don't have enough time to review......"

Li Xiao's delicate little mouth was the same as a machine gun, and it suddenly stopped, smashing Yuan Xiaoxin's head almost to the instep of his foot.

Finally, the half-hour-long ideological education ended, and Li Xiao concluded: "An inspection, let your parents come to school tomorrow." ”

Yuan Xiaoxin's heart sank, but he didn't dare to refute at all, so he could only nod yes.

"Teacher Li, what's wrong?"

Teacher Ma, the homeroom teacher of the third class, who teaches mathematics, walked into the office at this time, happened to see this scene, and asked curiously while packing up his things.

"Sleep in class, what do you say is wrong with the children now, they are all in the third year of junior high school......"

"That's really not supposed to, then Mr. Li, you're busy, I'll go first. ”

"Wait, Mr. Ma, I'll go with you. ”

Li Xiao simply packed up his things, stood up and caught up with Teacher Ma, who had already walked to the door, and at the same time did not forget to turn back to Yuan Xiaoxin, who was still standing in place and did not dare to move: "Clean up the office and go back, I will check tomorrow morning." ”

As he spoke, he disappeared outside the door, leaving only Yuan Xiaoxin with a bitter face.

The end of ideological education is labor reform, and sure enough, this routine is again, but I still have to find parents, and this time it is really miserable.

I went listlessly to the back of the door to grab a broom and dustpan, first swept the office, and then mopped it again, thinking that I should be able to handle it, so I stopped what I was doing, put the sanitary utensils back in place, and returned to the classroom.

At this time, it was already dark, the students had already left, and he was alone in the classroom packing his schoolbag.

This kind of atmosphere is quite frightening, and suddenly there is a "click", and the lights in the classroom are all turned off.

"Uncle Zhang, the janitor, is also too good at saving money for the school. ”

With a secret curse, Yuan Xiaoxin hurriedly put on his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

It's just that when he was about to walk out of the classroom door, out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see something in the corner of the classroom. Subconsciously turned his face to look there, and found that there was nothing, just a pitch black.

Holding his breath, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Although there was nothing, in such a dark environment, at the age of fifteen, he still had some heart breaks, and naturally he didn't want to stay for a long time. One step out of the door, two or three steps to the stairwell, go downstairs in the dark, turn the corner, in front of the door of the teaching building.

He was about to walk out quickly, when he suddenly saw a blood-stained figure in front of him.

With the help of the dim light in front of him, he noticed that the figure seemed to be hurrying towards him as well.

He was shocked, who would come to the classroom at such a late hour? and covered in blood.

Yuan Xiaoxin subconsciously stopped, and the person opposite also stopped at the same time.

His face froze, and he couldn't help but take another step forward, and the person opposite him also moved forward, and his heart rose to his throat.

But in an instant, he seemed to remember something. I walked two steps forward cautiously, until I saw a mirror that reflected me, which was a screen in the entrance hall of the teaching building, on which were written crookedly in red lacquer, "Gift to my alma mater by XXX students" and "Dress properly, be upright".

Yuan Xiaoxin sighed again, and said in his heart that he was really scared of himself, but he didn't know which bastard did the good thing, and he had to write in red paint, isn't this a pit person?

Bypassing the mirror screen, behind it was the dim light of the communication room, Uncle Zhang, who was watching the door, was sitting behind the window reading the newspaper, as if he heard the sound of Yuan Xiaoxin going downstairs, looked up and smiled at him, the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose collapsed, and a pair of thin eyes behind the glasses smiled quite weirdly.

Yuan Xiaoxin reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth, and rushed out like a gust of wind.

The school is only a ten-minute walk from home, which can be regarded as quite close, but it needs to cross a small park, and the trees with teeth and claws look strange in the dim moonlight, challenging Yuan Xiaoxin's fragile nerves again.

Urging him on, he arrived home almost twice as fast as usual.

"I'm back. ”

Opening the door with the key, the dark living room once again made his heart flutter.

I quickly turned on the light, and I was greeted by an empty two-bedroom apartment and a table of meals.

Frowning and approaching the dining table, he saw a small note lying quietly on it, which read: "Xiaoxin, Mom and Dad are working overtime tonight, and go to bed early after finishing their homework." ”

With a grin, he crumpled the paper in his hand and threw it into the wastebasket as a parabola.

Unable to tell what mood he was in, as if he was relieved of escaping a catastrophe, and as if there was a heaviness of something that had not been resolved, he shook his head and tried to shake all these messes away, and concentrate on dealing with the food on the table.

Three dishes and one soup are also hearty, but Yuan Xiaoxin is lazy, except for the tomato and egg soup, the others are not hot, anyway, it is not cold on this day, so he directly picked up the rice bowl and pulled it up.

After eating, I didn't clean up, just threw the empty bowls and plates into the kitchen sink.

He always felt that the living room was a little gloomy, so he went back to his small room to rest assured.

Lying on the desk, he spread out the homework book and did two questions, but he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he turned around suddenly and looked behind him. Behind him is the door of the open room, black and hollow, which makes people's hearts hairy.

I stood up and closed the door, and went back to my desk, but before I could do two questions, the feeling of unease in my heart was strong again, and I always felt that someone behind me was peeping at me.

"Forget it, let's go to school tomorrow and copy it, anyway, I don't have much homework today. ”

Yuan Xiaoxin got up with a mutter, packed up some changes of clothes from under the bed, carefully opened the door and walked out, ran to the door with quick movements, turned on all the lights in the living room, and then turned around and walked towards the bathroom as if relieved.

Quickly stripped naked, picked up the shower head and moistened his whole body, the warm water of the sun slid across his body, making his heart a lot calmer, but he was still nervously worried, this shower head will not spurt blood for a while.

Hey, it's all Rodin's bastard, why buy these horror stories when you're too idle to hurt people, I've been watching them for more than ten days, and my heart is still full of gloom.

Wash it hastily and change into pajamas.

After taking a shower, he thought about it hesitantly, and in order not to be scolded, he turned off all the lights in the living room and bathroom.

Facing the empty and dark living room, Yuan Xiaoxin's heart tightened, and he silently read: "I am a man, not afraid, not afraid......"

But it didn't seem to be of much use, so he only repeated it twice, then rushed into the bedroom at the speed of a 100-meter race, slammed the door shut, and jumped into the bed, his head covered firmly.

But because it was summer, he prepared a towel quilt in his bedroom, a thin layer, which did not give him a sense of security at all.

Just listening to the ticking of the second hand, the sense of fear became more and more intense.

Quietly lifting the corner of the quilt, looking at the dim light of the lamp on the desk, and most of the shadows in the surrounding room, he gritted his teeth and got up again to turn on the chandelier in the bedroom.

The transparent light gave him a little courage, made him feel a little better, and he was not so flustered, so he didn't even turn off the lamp on the table, so he jumped into the bed again and fell asleep.

It's just that he should have slept too much during the day, he still couldn't sleep, and he tossed and turned in bed for a long time, until he heard the sound of Suosuo's door opening and the deliberate whispered conversation between his parents in the living room, and he felt a sense of peace of mind hit his heart, and he was sleepy and fell asleep.

In the endless gloom of darkness, a man with a disheveled head was suspended in the air, his eyes closed, and his whole face was obscured by shadows.

It's this nightmare again, Yuan Xiaoxin thought about it, and wanted to force himself to wake up. But not only did he not wake up, but the picture in front of him became clearer and clearer.

The man hanging in the air, facing him, suddenly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of bloodthirsty and tyrannical eyes, with a blood-colored glow that made anyone who saw him feel fear.

"It's you, it's you. ”

An inexplicable voice echoed in the air, like a judgment, like a judgment, and the hanging man, along with the words of recognition, leaned towards him little by little, until he was face to face.

Yuan Xiaoxin wanted to run, but his body couldn't move at all, and he instinctively screamed: "It's not me, it's not me." ”

Unlike during the day, no matter how hard he struggled and screamed, he couldn't wake up.

The voice was still screaming, in a steadfast, hysterical tone.

"It's you, it's you. ”

Maybe it's because I've been having the same dream these days and being scared, or maybe I've developed a certain immunity, and in the words that I pointed to my nose and so identified, I cried out in a transcated tone in fear, and shouted incoherently: "You say it's me, then who am I?"

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and there was no sound for a long time.

Just when Yuan Xiaoxin couldn't help but want to open his eyes and take a look, it was still the same voice, and he said in a deeper voice: "It's you, you are the Ten Thousand Poisonous Ghost King, you are the Emperor of Donglai, you are Chen An......"