The security guard was startled by the old man's words, and looked at the two of us with more and more fear.

"Tell me about it."

I moved over the stool where the security guard was sitting and pulled out my cigarette case.

"Just... Just jumped off the building two days ago..."

Jump?

I shook the soot.

I haven't heard of anyone jumping off a building here, or maybe there have been people who jumped to their deaths here before, but the news hasn't gotten out.

"Does he have any hobbies? For example? Like... Furs? ”

I glanced down at Zhang Heng's photo of him being stripped of his skin and blurred flesh.

Although we are now in the ghost realm, we can always find clues related to the cause of Zhang Heng's death.

Otherwise, if this ghost can create a parallel space out of thin air, it will be outrageous.

It's just a ghost, not a god.

"I've never heard of it, I just know that he teaches art... And... He had a crush on a female physical education teacher at school. ”

The security guard replied honestly.

"Female PE teacher?"

"Strictly speaking, I should call him a dance teacher."

The security guard briefly recounted what had happened.

This Wang Hong is an older leftover man, and he is over forty years old.

In addition to technical classes, adult technical schools naturally also have art classes.

In the past two years, a female teacher has been specially hired to teach dance.

Wang Hong is introverted, coupled with his poor words, he is usually pure-hearted and has few desires, painting and taking pictures by himself.

But as soon as this dance teacher came, with his beautiful appearance and the unique temperament of a dancer, he immediately touched Wang Hong's heart that had been silent for 40 years.

However, this dance teacher's family background is very good, and he is also very good, so he naturally looks down on Wang Hong, an older leftover man with a poor family background and a very wooden person.

Wang Hong loves photography the most, so he specially used the clips of the dance teacher he secretly filmed, interspersed with selfies and narrations recorded by himself, and carefully made a micro-film as a confession gift.

The dance teacher was also very moved, and after watching it carefully, he excitedly told him: If you take another sneaky picture of me, I will call the police.

After all, for any young girl, being secretly photographed by a dull and wooden single man is a terrifying thing.

Wang Hong's confession failed, and it once became a joke at school.

After all, no one cares about his courage to chase love, and everyone cares more about his self-knowledge that he didn't pee.

And the dance teacher disappeared from here without saying hello.

Everyone speculated that it was because Wang Hong scared her that people didn't even want to work.

Since this setback, Wang Hong has been even more reluctant to speak, and the whole person is also a little chattering.

Many people have seen him, in the technical school late at night, with a camera in every place the dance teacher walks.

Until a few days ago, Wang Hong jumped from the top of the building, ending this sad life.

The story is pretty good.

More importantly, it provided me with a crucial clue.

This Wang Hong obviously suffered from the cold violence of everyone, and finally felt hopeless to live, so he ended his life.

This means that he died with great resentment.

The ghost who trapped us here is likely to be Wang Hong's unjust ghost.

"Where did he jump from?"

I threw away the cigarette butt and asked.

"Just the building in the back, that's the teacher's dormitory building, the first to third floors are the men's dormitory, the fourth to the sixth floor is the women's dormitory, he jumped from the top of the sixth floor, oops, that head is falling, tsk, like a strawberry milkshake."

The security guard was very interested in gossip, and when it came to the details, the expressions on his faces came to life.

"Take me to see it, can he go into his bedroom?"

I stood up.

"I have the key."

The security guard struggled to get up from the ground and pulled a bunch of keys out of his pocket.

There is no security guard in the teacher's dormitory.

After all, the main responsibility of the security guard is to ensure the safety of the students, and to supervise them not to sneak out of the school at night, and the teacher's dormitory building is not needed.

Besides, the first to third floors are occupied by male teachers, and if something happens, there will be no accident if there are so many adult males here.

Because I was afraid that the security guard would run into the dormitory building and call someone, I knocked him out while he was not paying attention, and only took his key.

The old man took out a black pill from his bosom, stuffed it into his mouth, and smoothed it down with the water in the security room.

"Now rest assured, if he doesn't sleep until noon tomorrow, he won't wake up."

The old man said with a smile.

I glanced at him.

The more time I spend with him, the more I feel like a treasure chest.

You can always find all kinds of strange things from your body, but they will come in handy in some strange places.

Wang Hong's bedroom is in the westernmost part.

It's not a good location, and you have to get sunburned every day.

It can also be seen from where he lives that this guy is not particularly popular in school, otherwise the rooms he would not live in are the worst.

The teacher's dormitory building and the student's dormitory building are the same size, but the six-person room has become a single room, which is much more spacious.

When I opened the bedroom door, Wang Hong's relics were still there.

I heard the security guard just now say that Wang Hong's parents died a long time ago, and he was alone, so there was no one to clean up.

Although nothing was missing, the room was cluttered.

All kinds of daily necessities are placed at random, and these artists seem to be a little unkempt.

More of them are developed photos, hanging all over the place.

Most of the photos are about a woman.

This should be the dance teacher that Wang Hong has a crush on.

The woman's appearance is very exquisite, she is full of vitality with a smile and a smile, and the clothes on each photo are also very foreign, she is the kind of sunny beauty that older leftover men will indulge in.

I looked around and didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

The old man rummaged through his drawers and cabinets.

"Big brother, this girl doesn't seem to like red."

The old man flipped through the drawers and took time to look at the pictures.

I was stunned, then took a closer look.

Indeed, in these hundreds of photos, the woman wears all kinds of clothes, but there are no red clothes.

Is it a coincidence?

I couldn't help but frown.

The old man's flipping through was also over.

Unsurprisingly, there was nothing of value in the drawers and cabinets.

After all, a person with an extremely introverted personality like Wang Hong pinned everything on his own creation, and it is unlikely that he would write a diary or the like to express his feelings.

"Big brother... I want to pee..."

The old man poked my arm embarrassedly.

"Pee, tell me what to do, there is a toilet in this bedroom."

I looked at him puzzled.

But the old man still stood there with a dry smile.

Seeing him like this, I realized that he was afraid and didn't dare to go alone.

I angrily pushed him into the bathroom, and I stood outside the door with my face turned away.

"Pee, I'll keep it for you."

"Thank you, big brother!"

The old man finished answering, but he didn't move for a long time.

I was wondering, but I heard a click in my ear.

That's the sound of the shutter clicking.