That year, I was admitted to the best high school in our county, and I was really happy.

My family's conditions are not good, and studying is my only way out.

On the day I got the notice, I was lying under the covers, looking at the twinkling stars in the cracks, and I thought, I must study hard, and after three years, I will be admitted to a good university and find a good job.

It's just that I thought about everything, but I didn't expect...

I've never been to Sangao before, and I can't get three dollars and five dollars for a bus ride from town.

Of course, I didn't have a chance to go to the county seat at all.

When I stood outside the gate of Sangao for the first time, I was completely impressed by its grandeur.

The three highs are built on a slope.

A wide road leads to the school, and various shops are lined with it.

Entering the gate is a long stone staircase leading to the teaching building, and on the side is a road leading to the laboratory building.

Lots of trees.

It grows exceptionally tall and lush.

Even in the scorching summer, it is a bit calm.

I didn't think much of it at the time, I just felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, and I subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

My dormitory is a men's dormitory 302.

Yes, there are no such special numbers.

I was glad for a while.

My roommates are about the same age as me, and they are all living in a group away from home for the first time, and after the initial novelty, some small conflicts in life begin to appear.

Either this forgot to mop the floor on duty, or the one who got up and forgot to fold the quilt caused the dormitory to deduct points, or it was noisy talking at night until others rested, or, who used whose laundry detergent...

It's all the little things.

Very small things.

I don't understand how they made such a bad mood in the dormitory because of something that wasn't worth mentioning at all.

Everybody is weird.

Sometimes no one even says a word for a day.

To tell the truth, the thought of going back to the dormitory annoyed me, and my heart was heavier than going to the grave, and I even wanted to find a teacher to change dormitories.

If I had changed my teacher at that time, I don't think there would have been anything that happened later.

Our school has to go to bed at night.

That day, I went back to the dormitory after evening self-study.

I have a cold.

The brain is groggy.

I was thinking about washing up early, taking some cold medicine and resting.

As a result, they somehow quarreled again.

It seems like one person kicked another person's chair, and I don't know, but it's quite a lot of trouble anyway.

I'm really... I'm really annoyed.

My head hurts.

That's when I heard a knock on the door.

The dormitory door was pushed open from the outside, and a senior, who looked a little familiar, stood outside, and he looked inside curiously.

I asked him what was the matter.

He retracted his gaze and said that the classmate who was going to bed with him couldn't come today, and asked me if I had time to help him.

It is also said that there are credits.

I looked at the noisy dormitory and really didn't want to stay for a moment, so I agreed without the slightest hesitation.

Go out with shoes on.

I closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

At 10:40, the lights went out in the dormitory.

And our task is to patrol the floor by layer, and when we hear a noise in the dormitory, we will knock on the door to warn you.

The hallway is dark.

The green safety warning sign glows green.

The senior held a flashlight, and the small circle of light hit us in front of us, and it could no longer illuminate the darkness in front of us.

The corridor is long.

The front was swallowed by darkness, but it was not completely black, and it always felt like there was something hidden in the shadows.

In the quiet space, there was only the slight sound of our footsteps.

The senior didn't speak.

Me neither.

Maybe it's because it's the first time I've done something like this, I don't feel scared, and I'm still very excited.

Check the bed.

I went back to my dorm.

The roommates were already asleep.

I gently touched my bed, covered myself with the quilt and went to sleep.

Throughout the week, I was looking forward to my seniors coming back to me.

Until Friday night.

That night, my classmates went home, and I was the only one in the dormitory, lying in bed and flipping through a book.

Just as the lights were about to go out, there was a knock on the door.

My heart jumped.

When he reacted, the man jumped out of bed.

I opened the door as I asked, and the senior outside the door smiled, "Xiao Ming, go to bed." ”

Of course I agreed.

There are very few people staying at the school on weekends, and in the past, you could hear the sound of talking from the dormitory when walking in the hallway, but tonight you can only hear our footsteps.

The sound was extraordinarily loud.

I suddenly felt a wave of irritability, restlessness.

After checking the entire boys' dormitory, the senior called out to me who was about to go back to sleep, saying that I hadn't finished it tonight.

I was confused.

But he led me to the gate of the three highs.

At the door, there are already people waiting, I haven't seen it, but I guess it should be the school teachers, they are standing on both sides of the gate.

The senior and I stood behind them, like, like we were greeting something.

Soon, I knew what I was doing.

The gate opened a two-meter-wide passage, and a group of students slowly walked in from the outside, wearing blue and white school uniforms, with white faces, led by the teacher, one by one in front of us.

The senior quickly lowered his head.

He also pulled down my sleeve, and I quickly learned to lower my head.

But I could feel everyone who walked in front of me looking at me.

I looked up uncontrollably.

Just to a miserable white and smiling face.

He looked like a man and a woman.

Or maybe I was so distracted and panicked that I didn't even notice what he was like.

I only remember that his eyes were gray.

The muscles on his face bulged and became hideous, and his cracked mouth was like a black hole.

There was a strong stench between the snorts.

"Bow your head!"

The arm was jerked.

I subconsciously did so.

The lowered eyes clearly saw that the foot that had stopped in front of me a few seconds later was gone.

I don't know what's going on, my brain feels like it's been stuffed into a pulp.

The smell of the nose became stronger and stronger, and the smell was very familiar, and I thought about it for a long time before I remembered that it was the smell of pork that had been stinky and rotten for a long time.

But there was no rotten meat in front of me, just a group of students queuing up to enter the school at midnight.

They walked slowly past me, pale and slow, step by step, slowly climbing up the slope leading to the laboratory building, and disappeared into the night.

I couldn't stop being curious.

At that time, I didn't think of anything else, but I felt strange, and my curiosity made me look up again.

There is no moon in the sky.

Under the dim street lights, they stepped into the school gate one by one.

The teacher in the suit and skirt led the way in front, and the teachers standing on both sides were expressionless, and in absolute silence, all this proceeded in an orderly manner.

Yes.

Orderly.

And I'm the only one who is disordered.

Two white-faced students rushed rudely at me, and the rancid smell of their bodies made me frown.

The stench around is getting stronger.

I'm almost out of breath.

The senior stomped on me hard.

I quickly lowered my head.

They, leave.

I can't remember how I got back to my dorm after that.

My mind was in a mess.

Those 'school uniforms', those smells...

Just think I had a nightmare.

But, is it really a dream?