"Tick"

The black water on the dull yellow tiles was a little scarlet, and the sound of running water almost moaning came from inside the rusty faucet.

The man lying on the ground in rags woke up suddenly, only to feel the smell of blood coming to his nose, and his mouth and nose were fishy and sweet.

This is an abandoned bathroom, with dark yellow dirt on the tiles, black dirt in all corners and gaps between the tiles, and a few small insects crawling quietly against the light from time to time.

"This is the old school building?"

The man frowned, and through the window of the room, he saw the shadowy faculty dormitory outside the school, and it was strangely dark there.

He reached out and twisted the doorknob, but it was not locked, but a little rusty, and with some skill, he pulled the door open, and the corridor was pitch black, and there was a faint light not far from the window, and he estimated that he should be on the top floor of the old school building.

The dark corridor aroused his illusion of infinite darkness, and his already somewhat muddy mind suddenly sobered up.

"Step-Step-Step"

A series of slight footsteps sounded from the hallway, and he felt the coldness coming from the darkness as if he had stripped him naked and thrown him in the ice and snow, and a feeling of palpitations arose, accompanied by the fear brought by the darkness, which made him breathe a little unsmooth.

"Huh~Huh~Huh~Huh"

With a bang, he slammed the door shut with lightning speed, leaning against the door and gasping for breath, his hands and feet a little weak.

At this time, I can no longer use sleepwalking and pranks to explain my situation!

"Tread"

"Tread"

The voice of the corridor was getting closer and closer, and the man's hairs stood on end, and after a shiver, the urge to urinate welled up, and he who had been calm in the past was somehow dominated by the fear that arose from his heart.

"Whew~"

"Suction"

"Whew~"

"Suction"

The man forced himself to open his eyes, trying to control the rhythm of his breathing, and the pounding heart quickly calmed down.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The people outside knocked politely on the door.

The man walked away from the door as if he had been electrocuted, leaning against the stained wall, and at this time he was no longer afraid, vaguely understanding that his fear was not a reaction to the unknown like human beings facing darkness, but more like a kind of stimulation that instinctively awakened from the depths of the soul in the face of natural enemies.

The "squeak" thin wooden door has no blocking power, and it is easily pushed open by the people in the hallway.

The visitor was a tall, handsome-looking man in a casual T-shirt and sweatpants, and the expression on his face seemed a little surprised.

"Who are you?" The man against the wall tensed his muscles, ready to resist.

"Do you know what this place is?" The tall man's voice is magnetic and low, which makes people subconsciously have a sense of heaviness and convincing.

"Old school building!" The man blurted out.

Then he realized, what is the old school building? Why do you know about the old school building?

The tall man looked at him with a strange gaze for a while, and said calmly: "My name is He Shan, you can use the mirror to see what you look like." ”

The man endured the discomfort in his heart, reached sideways and wiped the mirror on the wall, and saw his own appearance-

The head is a little flattened, and there is a huge hole in the back of the head all the way to the center, white, red, and yellow condensed into a puddle, and with his activity and consciousness, the head that has almost become a piece is propping up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What's your name?" He Shan asked again.

"I ......" The man closed his mouth with difficulty, his common sense told him that normal people don't have a flat head and are still alive, let alone don't know what their name is, normal people-

What is a normal person?

His head suddenly short-circuited, a tingling pain came in his head, he subconsciously squatted down, closed his eyes and got through all the pain.

"Interesting." There were a few rays of gleam in He Shan's eyes, he was here to kill the ghosts lurking in Mingchuan University, Lao Zhang should have gone to the university to see his daughter, died here inexplicably, and then was impregnated by the power of ghosts, so he got up and ran to the barbecue restaurant a few days later to make trouble.

But when he arrived at this ghostly university, he found something even more interesting.

In the old abandoned teaching building of the university, there was a strong fluctuation of rules, as if something had interfered with the entire Linghaixing, and the interference of this thing was simply extraordinary, and the interference with the rules had affected something deeper.

Follow the fluctuations of the rules to the top floor, and see this man who has simply become a rule entanglement (?) ）。

"Hum~"

The dim light bulb flickered, and the power of the ghost in the corridor spread rapidly, until at the door, a familiar ghost servant appeared in front of He Shan's eyes.

"Lao Zhang's daughter Zhang Yan ......"

In front of Lao Zhang's daughter, her hair was disheveled, her skirt was mottled, her white feet were covered with black mud, the clothes on her chest were torn, her left face was high and swollen, her eyes were white, her left eye was sunken, and one ear was missing.

The last time we met, I was in a barbecue restaurant with Lao Zhang, wearing a floral skirt with braids, and two dimples when I smiled.

And looking at her appearance, she should have suffered a lot of torture during her lifetime, or was it insulted?

He Shan frowned slightly, ghosts don't torture people, the ghosts of Linghaixing are just a combination of legends and rules, when you provoke ghosts, you will only be killed cleanly, and there will be no torture option at all.

"Ho~" The man who almost knelt on the ground let out a painful roar, and the power of the ghost in the corridor dissipated instantly, and the ghost servant that Lao Zhang's daughter turned into dissipated without saying a word.

By the time He Shan looked over, the man on the ground had fainted, his head had been completely repaired, and all the rules exposed on his body had been constricted.

"It's ......"

"It's getting more and more interesting."

……

At the same time, on the other side of Myeongcheon University, in the flower garden behind the new teaching building.

"Peng!"

A shovel went down, the black soil flew, Zhou Ming wiped the sweat on his forehead, he didn't come here late at night to play, a week ago, he and his girlfriend Zhang Yan made an appointment to have lunch together at the flower garden, but Zhang Yan inexplicably missed the appointment, he asked around with no result, and no one knew the whereabouts for several days.

After he reported it to the school, although the police filed a case, they also clearly told him that it was difficult to find the missing person in a short period of time, let alone this situation where there were no clues at all.

I don't know if Zhou Ming was stunned, he always felt that his girlfriend was still in the flower garden, and shouted several times to dig up the department head's favorite flower garden, find his girlfriend's body, and even ran to the department director's office and yelled, smashed the chair and threw documents, and as a result, it was naturally suspended from class and punished.

Unwillingly, he found his girlfriend's father and hoped that the other party would investigate together, but there was still no news, until today he really couldn't bear it, so he simply dug it himself in the middle of the night with a shovel on his back.