Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

Ding Yi was sleeping soundly, and heard the tapping of footsteps and the dripping of water from the faucet, which sounded like magic in his ears.

I sat up in annoyance, and saw a narrow dormitory. There were four iron beds on both sides of the wall, two layers high and low. The iron bars were rusty. There was a human-shaped bulge on the bed, and the pillow had a dent, but no one was on it.

Between the two beds against the wall, there is a row of cabinets from top to bottom, four in a row, and the same arrangement is on the other wall.

Eight beds, eight cabinets, and one living person.

"Da da da……"

There were footsteps passing in the corridor outside the door, but Ding Yi did not hear any breathing, not even a trace, like air passing by.

Sitting down on the bed, no plot came into my mind.

Ding Yi was stunned for a moment, then decisively jumped out of bed and opened the door.

In the corridor, a pair of red embroidered shoes were stumbling and running in front with messy steps, followed by several pairs of men's cloth shoes with a ferocious look.

There was no human figure, not even a ghost.

Ding Yi folded his hands, leaning against the door frame, and watched with interest several pairs of shoes running back and forth in the corridor.

This place looks like a high school dormitory building. On the doorplate of the dormitory opposite, there is the words "Senior Three (Six) Class" posted.

The deserted corridor, the empty dormitory without a breath of air, the embroidered shoes running for life, and Ding Yi watching a play.

It forms a strange picture.

There was no bathroom in the dormitory, so Ding Yi walked towards the dripping room. At the end of the corridor, at the turn, there was a spacious laundry room, as big as three dormitories. Inside the laundry room was the toilet.

There are two rows of squat toilets, one against the wall, separated by bricks and tiles.

There is no door, only a low horizontal wall in front with openings at both ends for people to enter and exit.

The dripping location was the last toilet stall by the window, at the flush valve switch. Drops of thick, bright red liquid seeped out, condensed into clumps, and fell drop by drop on the floor before disappearing. The only sound was the ding-dong sound of the floor in response.

Ding Yi folded his hands, leaned against the door frame, and sighed faintly: "It's unhygienic."

Why is the toilet always involved in paranormal events?

It's all supernatural, can you talk about hygiene? Toilets, aren't they disgusting?

Why are you disgusting me before you scare me?

Even though you are dead, you still can't be happy with yourself.

Being trapped in a filthy place, is it to scare people or to disgust ghosts?

"Crash!"

The flush valve flushed automatically, but what came out was a thick red liquid.

Ding Yi just stood there and watched, motionless.

Who are you scaring?

"Dirty!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the water stopped and the dripping sound disappeared.

The footsteps in the corridor approached, and a pair of red embroidered shoes rushed into the laundry room, stepped past Ding Yi's feet, rushed into the toilet, and stopped at the wall.

"Ah!" Ding Yi sighed, "It's so boring. At least a soul will come."

Ding Yi didn't see that the red embroidered shoes shuddered after hearing these words.

Yawning out of boredom, Ding Yi walked forward, picked up the embroidered shoes, and walked out of the laundry room.

Outside the laundry room, three pairs of men's cloth shoes were lined up in a row. When Ding Yi came out, he had an illusion that they seemed to want to escape.

He kicked one of the pairs lightly with his toes.

"Live?"

He rolled his cloth shoes twice and stood properly.

"You really understand what I say."

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

The sound of hard-soled leather shoes hitting the ground came from far away. The three pairs of cloth shoes were visibly in a panic and the queue became untidy.

A normal person would panic upon hearing these footsteps.

Ding Yi didn't. She looked up in the direction where the sound came from. After a while, a pair of shiny black men's leather boots came into view.

It's just a pair of leather shoes, but they give off the aura of a mighty army.

"How interesting, is this your boss?" Ding Yi asked with a smile, lowering his head.

Three pairs of cloth shoes trembled, and like lackeys, they nodded and bowed as they approached the black leather shoes.

The red embroidered shoes in Ding Yi's hand were trembling and trying to escape, but Ding Yi grabbed them tightly and even threw them at the black leather shoes in a vicious way.

Ah!

When the red embroidered shoes touched the black leather shoes, they jumped three feet high like a frightened rabbit, then crashed into the wall and disappeared.

Ding Yi stepped forward, stepped on the black leather shoes, and rolled them a few times with his sole.

Leather shoes are deformed.

Ding Yi raised his foot, and it jumped away like a frightened young wife.

Don't choose a way out.

"Ah……"

Ding Yi returned to his original dormitory, jumped onto the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and began to sleep.

It was so quiet outside the door, and inside the dormitory, the only sound was Ding Yi's snoring in his sleep.

The next day, the sky was clear and the wind was gentle.

There was no bell for morning exercises, no bell for classes, no whistle blown by the dormitory manager to wake people up. Ding Yi slept until he woke up naturally, and when he woke up it was already noon.

As a student, of course study is the most important thing.

Ding Yi got up, took half a minute to wash up, pretended to pick up a book, and walked into the corresponding classroom according to the sign on the dormitory door.

Class three and six in high school.

Near the teaching building, there are the sounds of reading. It doesn't seem like a high school classroom, but more like an elementary school classroom.

The campus during the day was different from the eerie and scary one at night, but Ding Yi had the illusion that he was out of place.

This feeling became particularly clear after I opened the classroom door.

It seems that she is the one who is abnormal.

On the blackboard at the back, “College Entrance Examination Countdown” was highlighted with three colors of chalk, and below it were three white chalk words: 185.

The electronic clock above the blackboard in front shows 09:50am.

In the upper right corner of the blackboard, it was written in red and white chalk: There should be 56 students in the class, and there are actually 56 students.

Ding Yi stood at the door of the classroom and looked around. The classroom was full and there was no extra seat.

What’s even more strange is that she stood at the door for so long and no one noticed that there was an extra person at the door.

It was as if she didn't exist.

In front of the podium, the teacher was spitting all over the place.

"The end of physics is mathematics, the end of mathematics is philosophy, and the end of philosophy is metaphysics. So, the end of science is metaphysics? Do you agree?"

"Correct!"

"wrong!"

The students stared with lifeless eyes, staring at the physics teacher rubbing his hands together and starting to generate electricity.

"God said, let there be light."

The light bulb went on.

Student: "(ˉ▽￣～) Tsk~~, friction generates electricity, I've learned that before."

The teacher was furious: "We've learned this a long time ago. In this monthly exam, there were 56 people in the class, and 50 of them got it wrong on the multiple-choice questions about frictional electricity?"

The students lowered their heads and dared not speak.

The teacher continued to mock mercilessly: "You can't even do this right, and you want God to take the college entrance exam for you? When you graduate, don't say that I taught you physics. It's embarrassing."

Snapped!

The teacher put one hand on the test paper on the podium and said, "Come on, pass out the test papers."

Ding Yi stood at the door, the wind blowing from the corridor lifted her hair.

She stood alone at the door and no one saw her.

It was as if she, a living person, didn't exist.