Teacher Takeaway-Second

"Then the second one!" I suddenly became excited, and I really wanted to hear her tell all the stories!

"The second one happened recently among the three incidents. I am No. 18, and you are No. 19, right?" The potato chip in her hand was finally placed between her teeth, broken, bright red The tongue rolled the fragment into the mouth. "This happened in the No.14 class."

"Have you been to the art classroom?" Of course I have, my art grade last semester was still 86 points! "Okay, then you know that our art classroom is divided into two sections, and two sets of still lifes will be placed for us to practice sketching; there is an iron door at the end of the classroom, and the innermost side is the side farthest from the corridor The walls are lined with easels, drawing boards, painting utensils, etc., and there are bars and curtains on the side near the corridor, right?"

"I've always wondered why art classrooms have iron bars? They're not as afraid of things being stolen as computer classrooms..."

"Because the art classroom was originally a computer classroom. Later, in order to establish an art class, a large classroom was re-opened and all the computers were moved there. Then this vacant classroom was used as an art classroom." Daohe's art class is every Class No.14 of the first school year.

oh oh!Understood, since the bars are all installed, there is no need to spend extra money to ask someone to remove them.The senior sister continued: "You also know that people who sit with their backs to the window will be unlucky. If the sun shines, the sunlight will shine on the paper, so the curtains in the art classroom are very thick, and they will be drawn when the sun shines. Then One time, a first-year student in the art class was drawing. Even if you are a student in the art class, you have to draw several classes in a row for a piece of work, right?

"The painting was almost finished that time. Because it was used for final grades, I drew very carefully. After the painting class, the next class, they went to the audio-visual classroom next to them."

The senior sister paused, and her originally gentle eyes suddenly became sharp. "During the get out of class break, the sister who had an accident found that she forgot her mobile phone in the art classroom. Youxuan, if it were you, what would you do?"

"Of course, just notify the teacher quickly, and then go into the classroom to get it!"

"Yes, that senior sister is also, and before she went to call the teacher, she checked the mobile phone on the easel through the gap in the curtain."

"That senior sister's painting position should be facing away from the corridor!"

The senior sister nodded. "When she and the teacher opened the door and went in to get the phone; a strange thing happened, the drawing board was still there, and the drawing paper was still there-but the painting that was about to be completed on it was gone..."

This feels like a plot of detective reasoning! "Are you sure it's the same piece of paper?" I interrupted my sister's narration and couldn't help but refute. "Just change the drawing paper, won't it?"

"But the classroom is locked."

"Could someone be hiding inside?"

But she smiled. "You have suspected it, that senior sister has thought about it; if there is really someone who wants to play a prank on her, why not just steal the painting directly, but use such a troublesome method? And if you really want to steal it, No matter how I think about it, I think the mobile phone is more valuable.”

"Have you found her phone?"

"Of course, but the paintings she worked so hard to draw are gone, as if they were wiped off with a wiper, but it is said that... when she checked the phone, she was sure that her paintings were still there."

It takes at most 10 minutes to run from the audio-visual classroom to the office on the first floor to inform the art teacher, and then return to the art classroom. Is it possible to wipe a painting clean in such a short time?

And it's a locked classroom.

This is not scary, but it is full of doubts, so many that people want to reason and explore it seriously. "This is the second legend?"

"It's not over yet; think about it, how do you get a grade for the semester when the painting is missing? But at the end of the semester, it was too late to redraw a picture, and in the end the teacher only gave her [-] points as a sympathy score. Of course, the semester grades are ugly. Things seem That's it." She took a short break, and I heard the voices of a few students passing by the door of the living room while chatting.

"But during the summer vacation between the first and second year of senior high school, that senior sister suddenly fell ill and passed away."

"Death!"

"Because I'm not reconciled...'Why was my painting wiped away like this?', 'Who framed me?' It's not surprising to have such thoughts? That senior sister is not in good health, In the end, it ended in depression; their family members did not disclose the real cause of death. So some people suspect that the senior sister committed suicide. But no matter what, it is an indisputable fact that the painting disappeared... but. "

This sentence is really too wonderful and natural!

"On the fourth day of school after Senior Sister passed away, her painting reappeared inexplicably, and it had already been painted."

I have goosebumps all over my body! "Did you finish the painting?"

"In order to spend the summer vacation, the entire art classroom should be emptied, including the original still life; the easel that was placed by someone who didn't know, and the paintings that once disappeared but appeared out of thin air... Many people said that it was death. The obsession of the lost senior sister... She came back and finished the unfinished painting."

The fluorescent lamp on the head suddenly flickered, and the senior sister also noticed it, but her expression was unmoved; what a terrible concentration!I'm... I'm almost scared to death! "What about the end of that painting?"

"As a consolation offering, it was cremated by the senior's family."

"So there really is!"

The senior sister propped her cheeks with one hand and smiled slightly. "Didn't I say it? All three stories are true."

The description was so detailed that I almost mistakenly thought I was participating in a supernatural program!

"So the third legend..."

"Well, that's right." The senior sister finally ate the potato chips in her hand, "This one is so salty, I'll give you the rest."

I have half a can of honey lemon tea left, but I need heat right now, and the ghost stories are getting colder!I reached out and grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into my mouth.

"The third legend is not so much a sacrifice for love, but a murder of love."

I forgot to chew the potato chips in my mouth.

"On that bell tower, there really was a murder."

"The most vivid thing is this bell tower... What happened?" I trembled unconsciously, but I had already heard this, no matter what, I wanted to finish listening to the story!

She glanced at her phone, "Hey! It's almost ten o'clock... let's do this for today!"

Wait a moment!This is too tantalizing! "Sister, you can't do this..."

She patted my forehead with a smile, "You have read my novels, you should be familiar with the Bell Tower incident! Besides, someone knows better than me."

"Who?"

"Your Teacher Xiaowei." She said the answer bluntly, and my heart skipped a beat. "Take this as a topic, go and have a good chat with her!"

I opened my mouth wide.Talking about ghost stories with Teacher Xiaowei?