Looking at this small video of more than ten seconds, Jiang Mu didn't know why, he always had a feeling of guilt.

Feeling weird......

"You didn't listen, did you?"

However, he still confirmed with Li Ziqi again.

Immediately, Li Ziqi replied: "No! Principal Jiang, I have deleted the video just now, and the chat history has also been deleted, I have been a good student since I was a child! ”

Seeing this, Jiang Mu was completely relieved.

Although what Li Ziqi said made him feel even weirder, as long as she didn't listen.

"Feng Qianyi, close the curtains and lock the door."

Jiang Mu shouted at Feng Qianyi, who was standing on the side.

Feng Qianyi immediately took action: "Principal Jiang, understand! ”

Five seconds later.

"That's it!"

Feng Qianyi quickly completed the task, quickly came to Jiang Mu, and said with a somewhat excited expression: "Principal Jiang, what secret mission are we going to carry out next?" ”

Since Jiang Mu didn't hide his words in front of Caring Ren in the morning, Feng Qianyi's good impression of Jiang Mu skyrocketed.

Not that kind of good feeling, of course.

It is the admiration and loyalty of Jiang Mu.

"Hmm." Jiang Mu nodded, saw Feng Qianyi's serious face, and laughed: "We're just watching a video, I'm afraid that the video will have any impact if it spreads." ”

"Video?" Feng Qianyi was a little puzzled, but she didn't ask, she just sat on the sofa with Jiang Mu, ready to see what this video was.

Video is a screen recording of a piano software.

Li Ziqi should have plugged in headphones, and then did not wear headphones, so he recorded this video.

Feng Qianyi watched silently beside him.

Jiang Mu groaned slightly, and made a little mental preparation.

Then, click on the video.

The gentle sound of the piano came from the phone, and it sounded very pleasant.

Jiang Mu was stunned for a moment, thinking that Li Ziqi had made a mistake.

But in less than two seconds, the sound of the piano from the phone suddenly became heavy and hoarse, and a sound like fingernails scraping quickly on a blackboard came.

"Zhi Quack—"

Until the video is played, it is the same sound.

"Principal Jiang, this is a neurosis, right?" After listening to this, Feng Qianyi's face changed, and she only felt that her scalp was numb, and she couldn't help asking.

The first few seconds are fine, but what's the hell in the back?

Scratch the chalkboard?

Feng Qianyi, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, said that she couldn't accept this harsh voice at all.

Jiang Mu's brows furrowed, his attention was not on the blackboard, but on the sound of the piano.

Although Jiang Mu doesn't understand the piano, as long as he is not a fool, he knows that the piano sound behind the video does not seem to be produced by software.

At this moment, on the hospital bed, Sun Heng's hand suddenly turned iron blue rapidly, and the back of the entire hand was crawling with black lines, and there was a trace of black gas in it that slowly squirmed.

The reason why the squirming is slow seems to be limited by the paper.

Jiang Mu noticed this scene, and he hurriedly got up and came to Sun Heng's side to see what was going on.

"There's something, there's something in my head!"

I saw Sun Heng suddenly sit up from the hospital bed, shouted, and immediately covered his head, trembling all over, with a frightened look on his face.

"Something?"

Jiang Mu's expression was a little vibrating, and he looked up at the weather outside the window, and the sky was gradually getting dark.

Is the ghost coming?

Or was it because of the sound of the piano just now that Sun Heng was stimulated?

Jiang Mu felt that these two speculations were very probable.

"Ahh What a headache! ”

Sun Heng hugged his head and shouted, and his facial features even began to gradually distort, looking extremely painful.

"Headache?" Jiang Mu frowned, and immediately took out a piece of paper again and pasted it on Sun Heng's head.

Suddenly, Sun Heng was no longer struggling.

However, the paper began to turn black little by little, as if it had been penetrated by ink.

"Principal Jiang, what's going on?"

Seeing this scene, Feng Qianyi was a little panicked, but as an adult, he still forcibly calmed himself down.

"Come with me."

Jiang Mu didn't say anything, threw down a sentence, hugged Sun Heng in a wheelchair, pushed open the door and left.

Now that the situation is urgent, Jiang Mu can't explain it carefully to Feng Qianyi.

"The devil may have arrived."

Jiang Mu pushed Sun Heng to the morgue, and at the same time said silently in his heart: "This powerful ghost looks a lot more complicated than the driver ghost and the starving ghost. ”

Just now, the paper on Sun Heng's head was instantly penetrated, and it can be seen.

I'm afraid this ghost is higher than the level of the starving ghost and the driver ghost.

said that the horror will recover after three months, why is there already a terrible ghost now?

This deduction system has not yet cooled down, and if you want to deduce future news, you will have to wait for more than ten days.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mu was angry and just wanted to scold his mother.

I can only hope that there will be fewer ghosts in ten days.

If he wants to appear, he will have to wait for the next deduction, so that he can have more information and better deal with the ghosts.

In some wards, screams of pain began to be heard.

"Ahh Who the hell is singing in my head! ”

"Voice, where the hell is the voice!"

"The morgue, it's the morgue! It's that weird voice again, everyone copy the guy with me, and smash the morgue! ”

"Grass, Lao Tzu was stopped by Dean Guan last time carrying an oxygen tank, and he couldn't stop Lao Tzu carrying a gas tank this time, right?"

Suddenly, the doors of several wards were broken down in an instant, and more than a dozen patients and their families rushed to the basement in a frenzy.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Mu couldn't help but be shocked.

"This awesome ghost, I'm afraid it's even more powerful than I thought." His face gradually became solemn, and his steps gradually increased.

Feng Qianyi was still chasing after him: "Principal Jiang, you are leaving too fast!" ”

Seeing that Jiang Mu was getting closer and closer to the elevator, Feng Qianyi's heart tightened, and he immediately rushed forward with full horsepower.

In the next second, Jiang Mu, who was not far away, took a step ahead of those crazy patients and their families, came to the elevator, immediately chose the negative floor, and then closed the elevator.

Feng Qianyi also took the opportunity to run into the elevator.

The patients and patients were left outside, and it was safer for them to be on it.

Every time the elevator descended one floor, Jiang Mu could hear some people on that floor yelling because they heard weird music.

It's just that the elevator doesn't seem to have opened halfway.

Jiang Mu knew that this was a masterpiece of caring for benevolence.

He should have known that he was going to the morgue, so he had someone do something to the elevator on the eighth floor in advance.

It seems that in order to solve this matter, this caring person is planning to gamble on Jiang Mu.

Soon, the elevator descended to the negative floor.

The elevator door slowly opened, and the bottomless pitch black environment appeared in front of Jiang Mu.

"No lights?" Jiang Mu frowned and turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone.

I could barely see some of the ground environment, and the elevator door went directly down to the morgue, which was flanked by corpses.

Feng Qianyi looked around nervously, and honestly followed behind Jiang Mu, not daring to say a word.

Maybe it's because of the morgue, so the temperature is a little low.

Jiang Mu inadvertently caught a glimpse of the piece of paper on Sun Heng's head, and found that the entire paper was almost soaked.

Jiang Mu took out a new piece of paper and pasted it again.

At the moment of pasting, the white paper suddenly began to be dyed black, perhaps because it was closer to the ghost, so the speed of changing color became a lot faster.

At this moment, in the dead silence of the morgue, a crisp song sounded.

"Twinkle and twinkle stars, the sky is full of small stars......"