August 14 of the year of Jiayin.

Mobei Middle School is located in Haicheng Yinshan District, which is the best senior high school in the local area, and it is naturally incomparable with the key middle schools in the main urban area, but in the local area, it is indeed one of the best "famous high schools".

After more than 30 years of wind and frost, the exterior wall of the bell tower, which has been slightly white, stands majestically.

Cheng An returned to his alma mater and tried to turn up "his high school memories" in his mind.

There is the ignorance of high school for the first time, the hard work when the first final exam is smashed, the heartbreak and depression of the beloved girl who throws herself into the arms of others, and the high spirits when she finally takes the Shanghai University entrance examination......

All the past came to mind, but it couldn't bring any waves in his heart.

"After all, it's just someone else's life, and I haven't experienced it personally, even if it's engraved in my memory, I can't empathize with it."

"I...... can be regarded as worthy of you, at least in the eyes of others in the future, Cheng An will not be a poor person who died before he could graduate from college."

Cheng An smiled dumbly, reached out to flick the dust off his collar, and walked into the campus that is still lively today.

On campus, green paths, red walls and green tiles, are lit up everywhere to prepare for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Due to some unspeakable reasons, the first year of high school students are not allowed to attend this party.

Tonight, only adult high school juniors who have reached the age of 18 and are in earnest, and some sophomores can attend the party and watch the show.

The program is mainly composed of a few special teachers of the school who delivered speeches to cheer up the students of the new senior high school, meet the 275-day countdown to the college entrance examination, and prepare for the competition;

Secondly, the students will perform talent shows on stage, including guzheng playing, opera, street dance, and so on.

In short, the patterns are still the same, but in the final analysis, it is human beings, and there must always be someone who continues to inherit the footsteps left by their predecessors to see this "intangible cultural heritage".

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

After waiting at the school gate at five o'clock, Cheng An saw Cheng Yuyi and the crowd pouring down on the bus not far away.

"Hey, brother! Here and here!"

This gentle and sweet girl seemed to be a different person, her face was full of excitement, and she dragged a girl wearing an off-white top and skinny jeans, and her body curves were perfectly outlined.

She came to Cheng An, patted the girl's shoulder, waved her little hand and said:

"Brother, this is my roommate, Yu Lingling, you can just call her Xiao Yu."

"Hello brother." The girl in beige said with a slight blushing face while brushing the long hair that covered her eyes to her ears.

This style, if it is shown to those boys who are just beginning to fall in love, they will be fascinated and willing to be the minister under the skirt.

It's a pity that Cheng An is an old driver and has a lot of experience.

He just glanced at it, nodded without saying anything, and said, "Oh, you guys have fun, I'll walk around the school, and when you're done with the party, call me."

"Okay...... Eh, wait?!"

Cheng Yuyi stretched out his hand, but Cheng An had already walked away and walked in the direction of the school library.

Her mouth opened slightly, frozen in place.

"Yiyi, your brother is so handsome, but he doesn't seem to like me very much?" Yu Lingling pulled the corner of her roommate's clothes, looking a little aggrieved.

Cheng Yuyi hurriedly said, "No, my brother will be like this when he sees the girl he likes, and he is embarrassed to talk more."

"Really?"

"Really! Let's go to the music room first, it's too late to get there!"

"Okay then."

Yu Lingling followed reluctantly.

……

Cheng An walked around this relatively familiar campus for a while, passing by the laboratory building, the football field, the music classroom hall and other places.

For some reason, he always felt that today's brightly lit campus was filled with an uncomfortable feeling everywhere.

Maybe it's because school is a temple of knowledge, and shouldn't engage in these bells and whistles to pollute your eyeballs?

Helplessly, in the end, Cheng An still walked to the library.

After all, he is still a child who loves to learn.

The library is his favorite place.

It's just that the collection of books in the high school library can no longer meet his needs.

Today's library is also empty, only the front desk, there is a librarian, there is a little bit of his head, he can't tell if he is playing with his mobile phone or sleeping.

The lights are flickering on and off, and the contact is not very good.

After walking around and not seeing any books of interest, Cheng An was about to leave the library.

As soon as Kacha sounded, Cheng An picked up a student ID, which was a very ordinary boy named Zhang Zhou.

I don't know whose it is, Cheng An directly took the student ID card to the administrator and said, "Hello classmate, I picked up an ID card, please help transfer it to your teacher."

The administrator did not respond, and continued to repeat the nodding motion, with a steady frequency.

"Classmates? Can you hear me?"

Cheng An felt a little puzzled, reached out and shook his shoulder.

Kacha, another soft sound.

His head rolled down his neck, the incision rounded, blood slowly spilling from the edges.

The head spun around twice on the ground, and Winter slammed into a bookshelf.

He was face up, his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth curled, and he maintained a certain satisfied smile, revealing a few white teeth.

"Hiss......"

Cheng An suddenly felt a chill.

What is this?

He stepped forward and saw that the phone was still lit on the desk at the front desk.

This should be swiping his phone, Cheng An picked it up and saw that he was browsing a forum called "Supernatural Events".

The post is a short video of a scantily dressed, gaudy-looking woman, sitting on the edge of a waterhole and playing in the water, showing her figure.

The background is in an apparently remote mountain.

There is a caption below:

"Invincible recommendation! Nature, which has never been polluted by the world, is the best place to visit! Drive to the side of the hill behind the canal park, drive about five kilometers inside, and you will see a "No entry!" and is equipped with a warning sign with a picture.

"Leave it alone, drive two kilometers further and you'll be able to reach this natural spring!" I bathe and swim here with my little sisters, and I hope to be accompanied by my little brother!"

Seeing this, the corners of Cheng An's mouth twitched.

The sign clearly said that there was a high incidence of landslides in the vicinity, and these girls were too bold.

Click on the comments of netizens below, which is also very interesting.

", don't be fooled, landslides are in high-incidence areas, deceive people to play, what kind of cyber ghost is this? Grab a stand-in, right?"

"Oh, it's also romantic to die under the peony flower."

"Send the landlord's phone number, send this kind of video without leaving a phone, how can you make money."

"Everyone, don't make a fuss, there's something wrong with this video, I suspect the owner of the video has another purpose, my friend is dead! Click on my homepage and you can see it! Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!"

Well?

Cheng An keenly noticed that this guy who asked others to click on the homepage had a link underneath, and the color of the link was not blue, but dark yellow.

This shows that the administrator who just died opened this link a little bit before he died, and then retreated.

"This ...... Got a problem with the link?"

Cheng An twisted his neck and vigilantly clicked on the link.

There was a bang, and an extremely terrifying grimace popped up all over the screen!

It is extremely realistic, the face is bloodless, but every pore on the face, every pit on the skin, is incomparably clear, the teeth are overflowing with black blood, the eye sockets are two dark holes, the expression seems to be smiling, and the still photos alone are enough to make people shudder.

And the camera was shot from a distance, and then the face of this ghost suddenly pounced on the camera, and at first glance, I thought that this ghost was going to pounce out of the screen, which was even more terrifying.

Even Cheng An, who had seen a real ghost, was so frightened that his hands trembled at this moment, and in his heart, the guy who called this ID "Great Good Conscience" scolded a dog.

Damn, anyone who posts horror GIFs in the forums should be immersed in a pig cage!

He pressed the back button on the web page, ready to call the police immediately, and to find the Linhai District Bureau, to find his own peak Yu Xiangtong to call the police, which can save a lot of trouble.

However, pressing the back key, it didn't work.

The phone seems to be stuck at this time.

The grimaces on the screen are smiling more and more exaggeratedly.

Cheng An noticed that a surging silk thread ejected from the tongue of the grimace on the screen.

It fluttered in the air, circled around his neck, and slowly tightened.

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