"Do you think it's a dream?" I asked.

Xiao Ming shook his head, "I don't know, I'm just, I'm scared." ”

"Then did you go to that senior and ask?"

“… No. ”

"None? Why? "I think it's incredible, it's clear that seniors are definitely people who know something inside.

It's an insider!

"I don't dare." Xiao Ming smiled bitterly, "Where do I dare, I am scared of my guts, I just hate to have to meet him again, I hope he can forget me, where do I dare to run in front of him to brush my existence." ”

"You—" I shook my head.

But he didn't dare to say anything more.

After all, the reality is not, I haven't experienced those horrible things, and I can't comment freely.

Not everyone is a male protagonist, who can turn danger into danger and seek wealth and wealth.

More cannon fodder.

Miserable death.

"Then is that senior still looking for you later?"

Xiao Ming said bitterly, "If you hadn't looked for me, I wouldn't have dropped out of school." ”

He continued, "I've also inquired with others, it's nothing more than that the three high schools used to be built on a mass grave, and a skull was dug up on the football field, which sounds scary, but schools, aren't they all like that." ”

"Nothing else."

"And then?" I asked.

Afterward...

Xiao Ming looked at the sky, his gaze drifted away, and he fell into memory.

I continued with the lesson.

As if nothing had happened.

I walked across the campus with my books in my arms, what I was afraid of, what I was expecting, but I didn't wait for anything.

I guess it's just a dream.

Maybe it was a dream.

It's just too real, dreams, sometimes it's like that, like being in it.

However, half a month later, there was a knock on the door.

I didn't go to open it.

I looked at my roommates, they weren't arguing tonight, they were all lying in bed, but none of them opened the door.

Didn't even mention it.

It's like I didn't hear a sound at all.

My heart suddenly rose high, my heart beat faster, I bit my lip, looked down at the book in my hand, and I didn't hear it.

Auditory hallucinations!

It must be an auditory hallucination!

"Xiao Ming, I'm going to check on my bed..."

"Xiao Ming, it's time to go to bed..."

"Xiao Ming..."

The faint voice rang in my ears.

I jerked my gaze at the bedroom door.

Somehow, the door creaked open, revealing a half-familiar face.

The hallway lights are still on.

But his face was whiter than the white light.

He smiled, "Xiao Ming, are you free, it's time to go to bed." ”

I shook my head in a panic, "I, I have classes tomorrow, I'm going to rest, you can find someone else." ”

He nodded.

I was overjoyed, thinking that I would escape, so I heard him say, "Then let's go." ”

I...

My body climbed out of bed uncontrollably.

I want to turn back, I want to make a sound, I want my roommate to stop me, at least, asking.

But there was nothing.

My feet seem to have a mind of their own.

I walked out of the dormitory step by step, the door was gently closed, clicked, locked, the door panel, like, blocking yin and yang.

"It's time, let's go."

I don't want to go.

My feet are like being controlled.

I couldn't say a word.

The senior looked at me, his face was frighteningly white under the white light, and I realized that half of the people in the corridor were gone.

It's still from the top floor and down the tour.

The hallway is dark.

The signs at the safety exit are so green that people are flooded.

The sound of small footsteps echoed and hit my heart.

There is no dorm to speak.

It's eerily quiet.

I couldn't help but have a thought in my head, this dormitory building I inspected, this boys' dormitory, so cold, as quiet as a grave, is it really the dormitory building I live in? Am I the only living person here?

I can't stop thinking about it.

The more I thought about it, the more I thought it was.

I know very well in the dormitory where I live, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy can be so obedient.

What about lights out.

It is impossible for the inspector and the dormitory manager to be all the time, and when they are gone, as long as they click, there are many people who come to the door to chat.

My heart hit rock bottom.

It was as if I was surrounded by ice.

Fortunately, apart from testing the mental endurance too much, there were no accidents.

After checking my bed, I thought I would be able to go back to my bedroom.

But my feet followed the senior to the gate of the three high schools.

I...

Really, I wanted to die at that moment.

There's already a teacher waiting over there.

It was dark outside the school.

People in blue and white striped school uniforms kept walking in, patting the team, their faces pale and exuding a strong stench.

I held my breath and almost didn't get stunted.

The senior's face was as usual.

I lowered my head and watched a pair of feet walk past me.

At this moment, I was extremely sure that they were corpses, rotten corpses, corpses.

It's horrible.

How can a corpse still move?

Where are they going?

Where are they, during the day?

I pinched myself hard before I realized I could move.

I looked up.

Just to the last pale and swollen face, the gray eyes turned, and the expressionless face was instantly full of malice.

I quickly bowed my head.

When I got closer, the stench rushed to my nose and made me dizzy.

I thought, I can't go on like this.

It can't be like this anymore.

There is clearly something wrong with this school.

I didn't know why, so I rushed out while they weren't paying attention, and I really rushed out.

But...

What's going on out there?

The gray streets, the wide open doors, the smell of decay, and, the gray and white tattered umbrellas...

I was confused.

Subconsciously look back at the three highs.

But I saw nothing but darkness, terrifyingly black, like a terrible creature creature crouching in the underworld, staring at me with fierce eyes.

I can't go back.

I can only move forward.

I walked slowly along the empty road without a person, not even, without a sound.

The first store, I remember, was one that sold stationery.

But now, the door is wide open, the shelves are falling to the ground, and rotten paper and dead leaves are scattered all over the ground.

A gust of wind blew out of nowhere.

Waste paper on the ground rolled up.

I saw a figure flash by.

But when I looked again, there was nothing.

I was puzzled, but I didn't dare to go in, so I could only keep going.

The second shop is a bubble tea shop, the third is a noodle shop, and the fourth...

In front of the door hung a rotten lantern, the white paper skin was covered with dust, and a dusty umbrella was open by the door.

Not every house has an umbrella in front of the house, but there are quite a few umbrellas.

"Doesn't that seem strange?"

A voice rang in my ears.

The cold wind poured into my neck, and I shivered, and when I turned around, I saw a familiar face.

It's a senior.

He's coming!

I was shaking, my teeth were chattering up and down, and I was so scared that I couldn't say a word.

He pointed to the umbrellas and asked, "Do you know why there are these umbrellas at the door?" ”

It's weird.

Such a broken umbrella should have been lost a long time ago.

I shook my head with a shudder.

The senior squinted and smiled, pointing to the two rows of shops, "Because, during the day, they have to go to work, you can also see, they are very busy during the day, and there are a lot of people buying things, so they have to go back to the umbrella to sleep after work." ”

I:...

A cold air rushed to my Heavenly Spirit Cover, and my Heavenly Spirit Cover couldn't cover it!

Back to sleep in an umbrella?

Go to bed? Back in the umbrella?

I saw the senior pointing to the other side, "But not everyone will go back to the umbrella." ”

I looked in his direction.

I remember it well.

Opposite is a restaurant that sells both stir-fried vegetables and noodles, vermicelli, cold noodles, porridge, and steamed buns, and the business is very good.

I saw that in the dark doorway, a man in gray clothes stood by the door, his expression was dull, and when he saw me look over, he showed a black hole smile.

I quickly looked away.

"Why?"

I asked.

"Because," the senior shrugged, "they have entities, entities, and they can't get into the umbrella." ”

I looked up at him in fear.

A cloudy wind blows.

The umbrella stretched out on the side of the road made a gurgling sound.

The senior lowered his voice, "Don't be too loud, be careful to make others sleep, otherwise, they will all run out when the time comes..."

My heart is cold.

I don't dare to think about it.

These people who can run and laugh during the day are actually like this.

So many umbrellas...

But I don't think it's possible.

If there really is such a street...

I've never heard of a street like this!

Is this really still human?

I ran.

The wind swept up the rotten paper on the ground, like paper money flying in the sky, chasing after me closely.

I ran into a house on the side of the road.

Climb up the stairs.

Countless pale faces were crowded underneath.

Running to the third floor, a door suddenly opened, and out came a man with a straight face, he was wearing a jacket, he looked very tall and serious, stomped his feet, and yelled, "Get out!" ”

The white faces swarmed away.

I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked me.

Suddenly thinking of something, I took two steps back, "Who are you?!" ”

The man grinned, "I'm a bladed corpse. ”

…

"This is the end of the story."

Song Shi lay on the beach chair and looked into the distance, "This is the story of my classmate Xiao Ming." ”

"As for how he escaped, he didn't say, I think it must be a memory he didn't want to remember."

"I once asked him why he didn't change schools to continue his studies, after all, with his grades, it was really a pity."

But he only smiled bitterly and said that he could no longer stay at school.

"He was afraid of the dormitory building, of his classmates, of the gate, and even, of the snack bar on the side of the road."

"There's no way for his brain not to think, there's no way for him to calm down and study."

"On the contrary, I went to the construction site later, and I was so tired that I fell asleep after a whole day's work, and I didn't have time and energy to think about anything else."

"And since he left Sangao, life has returned to peace."

"I have been to Sangao a few times later, the gate is really magnificent, the road is planted with tall and lush trees, the snack bar is very lively, I don't know if I listened to what he said, I always have a feeling of coldness, especially in places where the sun does not shine, the kind of cold is especially obvious, after all, many... It was built on a cemetery. ”

In the camera, Song Shi frowned, and he muttered for a long time, "Now that I think about it, Xiao Ming I met on the street more than ten years ago, is he really Xiao Ming I have known since childhood?" He's taller and fatter, and he's just a little bit like the thin, shy and smiling boy I remember, he's... Did he really escape from that building?"

The camera shakes.

The camera brother touched his arm that was still goosebumps in the sun, and then raised his head, lying down, what about people? What about the people in the chairs?

Oh.

Let's go!

It's not like I'm being scared by the story I'm telling.

He hurried to follow.

Behind him, the director and his assistant stood in the sun rubbing their arms and complaining.

The director said: "I'm really convinced. ”

The assistant pouted: "Isn't it just a very ordinary ghost story, so mysterious, and my friend Xiao Ming..."

It's speechless.

Director: "Look at the data. ”

The assistant looked down at his phone and was surprised, "There are a lot more people, and there is not much scolding!" ”

The director took it for granted, "It's better than those two shopping malls to buy and buy, the other two are tidying up the garden and the other is going out for a walk, heh, can you have this far, can you have this natural sea view?" ”

And stories to listen to.

The actor personally told the story and sent a small personal experience.

He was covered in a cold sweat.

I don't know how this man came up with it.

The two followed as they talked, and the director turned his head and asked the little assistant, "Do you think that person is really Teacher Song's hair?" ”

The little assistant was cold, "Mountain guide, don't say it, bask in the sun." ”

Get more sun.

Whatever evil is dried.

At this time, the live broadcast room also went crazy.

Netizens:...

shouted that they were going to Sangao to explore the night.

The director relayed the words of netizens.

Song Shi pondered for a moment, touched his pocket, but found that he was lonely.

Shrugging his shoulders, he said helplessly, "It's a pity that I didn't bring my mobile phone, otherwise I can still call my friend Xiao Ming, by the way, he has not done it on the construction site, a few years ago, I saw it in the group of classmates, saying that he accidentally fell off the shelf when moving bricks, broke a leg, fell too badly, although it was finally cured, but the leg was also lame, dragging a bad leg and couldn't find a job, and there was a family to raise, no way, I had to open a funeral shop, oh, I rented a shop on both sides of the three-high gate, He also deliberately took a photo and sent it to the group, so that his classmates could take care of his business and support him, I clicked on it and looked at the photo, on a lively street, the big tree blocked the sun, he stood in front of a slightly messy shop and smiled brightly, there was a tall and mighty paper horse on both sides of the door, and half of the paper man's face was revealed in the shadow room behind. ”

"If you are lucky enough to see him, you can help me to see it, if it rains, he has an umbrella at home, and I see a big white umbrella hanging on the wall in front of his house."

Director, little brother, little assistant: ...

If you want to say ruthless, you are ruthless.

What a dog!

There is a follow-up to this matter!

Netizens are much more realistic.

has already made an appointment to go to the three highs to check in together in the barrage.

"I'll go! From moving bricks to funerals, the span of this industry is a bit large! ”

"Go round and round!"

"Labor and management are really suspicious now!"

"Everyone, you guys are going, come back alive and check in!"

"Remember, it's alive! It's me! ”

"Don't go, don't fall for a certain Song's scheme, I suspect that he wants us to take care of Xiao Ming's business, and by the way, we will all be wiped out!"

"It's scary to think about it!"

"In other words, Xiao Ming's brother Xiao Song, is it really still that Xiao Song? What do you think? ”

…

Soon, Sangao Xiaoming appeared on the hot search. (End of chapter)