School grass, he is white and black

There are always some things in this world that are not satisfactory, like you don’t want to do your homework, but you assign a lot of homework on the weekend; you don’t want to eat chopped green onions, but your parents baked scallion pancakes tonight.

And now, Qiao Xiangchu didn't want to go to the Art Building, so Huaqing took him to the Art Building...

I thought what I said yesterday was a joke, but I didn't expect Hua Qing to take it seriously once. Qiao Xiangchu didn't know whether to cry or laugh now.

"So Huaqing, do you understand how I feel right now?" Qiao Xiangchu looked at the dilapidated exterior wall of the art building and said hopelessly.

"I understand, Brother Chu, don't get too excited, we'll go in right away."

Oh shift! (Intentionally typo) You don't tell me I really don't know I'm so excited.

Sure enough, humans and single-celled organisms can never communicate.

"Oh, by the way, the must-have fashion items for haunted houses." As he spoke, Hua Qing took out a long object from his schoolbag and stuffed it into Qiao Xiangchu's hand.

Then Qiao Xiangchu picked it up and looked at it, and couldn't help another shift in his heart.

A must-have fashion item for horror movies and haunted houses - a flashlight.

There is probably nothing more tasteless than this.

Looking at the dark door in front of him, it seemed that the surrounding space was distorted by a dark force.

Qiao Xiangchu swallowed, and said hesitantly: "Huaqing, I think this place is really wrong, let's not go in, in case there is really..."

"No!" Hua Qing said firmly: "There will be no ghosts in this world. Today I want to dispel this rumor!"

"Brother Chu, why don't you just wait for me outside, and I'll come out after I go around."

Hearing this, Qiao Xiangchu's elder brother's desire surged up again. He turned on the flashlight, pretending to be strong and said: "It's all here, why are you talking about this, anyway, I think ghosts are not real, go in and practice with you It’s also good to practice courage.”

After entering, Qiao Xiangchu regretted it. I don't know if all the art buildings are so special. Qiao Xiangchu always felt that it was extremely cold here, and there was always a cold wind blowing up from the trouser legs, making people stand up.

The two walked along a corridor, and there were paintings hanging on the walls along the road, "The frame of this picture is so dirty that I can't see the paintings inside." Qiao Xiangchu took a picture with a flashlight, and said regretfully.

"This picture frame is so old, you can take it down and have a look." Hua Qing said that he was about to take it apart, Qiao Xiangchu was shocked by his thoughts, and quickly stopped him: "Farewell, farewell, let's not do it when the frame is finished." Touched."

"Okay then, I'll wipe the glass frame and see if I can see the painting inside." Then when Hua Qing touched it, the painting fell off and instantly shattered into pieces.

Qiao Xiangchu: "..."

Huaqing: "..."

"This is... Pengci?" Hua Qing said weakly.Qiao Xiangchu squatted down to pick up the painting, and the two looked at it curiously with flashlights.

It is a set of well-painted plaster portraits. Even if the drawing paper is yellowed, you can see the excellence of this painting.But in the dim environment, this plaster statue looks eerie.

Qiao Xiangchu silently said in his heart: Amen.

The moon gradually climbed to the roof, and the entire corridor was eerily quiet.The quieter the environment, the easier it is for people to amplify their five senses and become more sensitive to sound.

Suddenly Qiao Xiangchu stopped in his tracks, his eyes widened in horror.Seeing this, Hua Qing also stopped, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, brother Chu?"

"Xiao Hua, did you hear a footstep..."

The two fell silent, but the footsteps that Qiao Xiangchu said did not reappear. Hua Qing joked: "Maybe it's my footsteps, after all, it's too quiet here."

"Let's go, Brother Chu, let's go look for 412 on the fourth floor."

No, we still have to go up! !

Qiao Xiangchu suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with waiting outside, but now he could only bite the bullet and find the stairs with Huaqing.

The useless flashlight is useless in this environment, probably its role is to let Qiao Xiangchu see the dense dust in the air.

"ding ding"

The sudden notification sound startled both of them. Qiao Xiangchu opened Weixin and saw Jun He's news.

"Are you with Huaqing?"

With a very positive tone, Qiao Xiangchu replied: "Yes, what's wrong?"

As soon as the news was sent, Jun He called. Fortunately, Qiao Xiangchu had just muted the phone, otherwise, with the echo ability of the art building, he could give him a 3D surround call.

"What's the matter, Brother He?" Qiao Xiangchu answered the phone in such a quiet place, and couldn't help lowering his voice.

Jun He on the other end of the phone seemed to be outside, and could vaguely hear the sound of the car. "Where are you?"

"Um, we're in the art building with Huaqing, and we're going to the fourth floor."

"Art building?" Jun He's voice was obviously anxious: "Why do you go there at night, some windows of the art building are in disrepair for a long time, what if you fall?"

There was no sound from the other end of the phone, Jun He asked while walking towards Z: "Xiao Chu, why don't you speak, I'll go find you right away."

As a result, the phone beeped twice, indicating that the other party had hung up. Jun He was afraid that something might happen to Qiao Xiangchu, so he ran with long legs.

On the other side, Qiao Xiangchu froze in place in fright. It wasn't his illusion, but there were real footsteps.

I don't know where the footsteps are. With the 3D stereo sound in the art building, Qiao Xiangchu felt that the footsteps were like ghosts, which made his mind go blank for a moment. After reacting, he found that the phone had no signal.

In addition to the sound of footsteps, Qiao Xiangchu also heard faint singing, a woman's voice, which came in strange bursts.

Then Qiao Xiangchu discovered that Hua Qing was missing...

A suona played in his mind, and Qiao Xiangchu now wished he could dig a hole in the ground like Tom Cat, lay down in it with flowers in his hands, and wait quietly for shit.

But fear drove Qiao Xiangchu to walk towards the fourth floor. In a strange and terrifying environment, people longed to meet the same kind in order to seek comfort and safety.

The environment on the fourth floor was even darker. The first floor was still illuminated by the street lights of the school, but on the fourth floor there were very few lights, and most places were boundless black.

Qiao Xiangchu held the flashlight as if it was the light of his life, and then looked for classroom 412.Originally scared by what happened just now, he wanted to go to the toilet, but when Qiao Xiangchu saw the toilet sink and the red things on the wall, Qiao Xiangchu fell silent.

In fact, I suddenly didn't want to go to the bathroom that much.

Just when Qiao Xiangchu was about to leave, there was a bang bang sound from the closed toilet compartment, as if something was about to come out.

Qiao Xiangchu didn't dare to squat down and use the flashlight to look inside the cubicle. Seeing that the doors of the cubicle were shaking, Qiao Xiangchu ran away with a pale face.It's definitely not normal here, Qiao Xiangchu was in a cold sweat.

When I looked up, there were three crumbling door numbers on the dilapidated teaching door: 412.

Now that he got here, Qiao Xiangchu suppressed the fear in his heart, knocked lightly on the door, and asked, "Xiao Hua, are you inside?"

No one answered the door, Qiao Xiangchu bravely pressed the door handle, but the door was unlocked.The inside of the door is very ordinary, it is an ordinary studio, but as rumored, there is a big mirror on the wall next to the window.

The window of the studio was open, and the white curtains slapped on the mirror one after another, and the moon could just be seen through the window.The room is also bright and at ease because of the moonlight.

Infected by this atmosphere, Qiao Xiangchu walked to the window and tried to close it. At this moment, he saw a terrifying scene in the mirror from the corner of his eye.

A hand slowly stretched out, as if it wanted to touch Qiao Xiangchu's shoulder, and the fear accumulated all the way could no longer be held back.

"Help ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"It's me, Brother Chu, stop shouting."

With the familiar formula and familiar voice, Qiao Xiangchu opened his tear-filled eyes and looked at Hua Qing who was apologetic.

Mar's!Qiao Xiangchu didn't fight at all, no matter whether Huaqing was an Omega or not, he just went up with a sliding shovel, and then he beat Huaqing fatly.

After the beating was over, Qiao Xiangchu gritted his teeth and said to Hua Qing, "We can't stay in this place, we have to leave quickly, I just heard footsteps and a woman singing, it's so fucking weird."

"Don't worry, Brother Chu, I'm an atheist, and I firmly believe that ghosts don't exist." Hua Qing patted his chest and swore.

Then there was a rush of footsteps, from far to near, gradually approaching the 412 studio.

The two looked at each other, and Hua Qing's confident shell seemed to be smashed, falling off piece by piece.

It's over, faith is shaken...

The sound of footsteps stopped in front of the door of 412, Qiao Xiangchu and Hua Qing hugged each other and did not dare to speak out, and then there was a knock on the door.

Hua Qing was trembling with fright, Qiao Xiangchu grabbed a utility knife on the ground, pointed at the door and shouted: "Who, who are you!"

"It's me, Junhe."

Qiao Xiangchu cried out in fright, "You ghost actually knows the name of my deskmate, but I won't believe you. I'll open the door for you and we'll both belch farts in this crappy art building." !"

There was no talking outside the door, and suddenly the doorknob slammed down. Seeing this, Qiao Xiangchu cried and said to Hua Qing: "You woo, you didn't lock the door. I thought you locked the door, woo, we probably hiccup today, I guess buried here."

Hua Qing shouted with tears streaming down his face: "I don't know there are ghosts, wow wow!"

The next moment Huaqing was pushed away, a familiar and warm sandalwood breath enveloped Qiao Xiangchu, who was breaking down and crying.Jun He's deep voice rang in Qiao Xiangchu's ear:

"Don't cry, Jojo, my heart is going to die of pain."

Hearing these words, Qiao Xiangchu raised his head, his tears-washed eyes were like clear amber stones, shining pitifully under the moonlight.

Seeing such a weak Qiao Xiangchu, Jun He wished he could lock Qiao Xiangchu in his room to prevent him from getting hurt.His eyes darkened, Jun He turned his head and said coldly to Hua Qing:

"Turn your head away, don't look back."

The startled Hua Qing quickly turned his head, his head was muddled.

Jun He gently held Qiao Xiangchu's face, then kissed away the tears on that fair and tender face, moving upward bit by bit, and finally kissed Qiao Xiangchu's slender eyelashes reverently.

"Brother He, don't, there's someone." Qiao Xiangchu was still in a daze that hadn't recovered, and he was very affectionate.Jun He touched Qiao Xiangchu's soft hair, and then let go of his holding hand.

……

This time, Hua, the culprit, Qing sat aside, and apologized miserably: "I'm sorry, Brother Chu, because my waywardness caused Brother Chu to cry in fright, and I even asked Brother He to run away. I won't do it next time." Will."

"I won't cry now. After all, we all know that the footsteps belong to Brother He." Qiao Xiangchu waved his hand, suddenly thought of something, and his expression gradually became serious.

"What's the matter, Qiao Qiao?" Seeing that he was not in the right state, Jun He asked nervously.

"If the footsteps belonged to Brother He, then I heard it when Brother He was on the phone, and Brother He was on the road at that time, so it was impossible for him to appear in the art building, besides..."

Qiao Xiangchu raised his head nervously: "Besides, I heard a woman singing just now."

Suddenly, Jun He stopped Qiao Xiangchu's words, and the surrounding became quiet, and the sound of a footstep became clearer and clearer, accompanied by the sound of a woman's singing.

In an instant, a chill ran up Qiao Xiangchu's back.