My old gong is a ghost?

After the inexplicable fire last time, the old school building of the school was finally demolished and rebuilt.

There is a high iron fence around the construction site, and trucks transporting waste come in and out every day.

I don't know when, there have been many strange messages in the school.

Some people say that the workers on the construction site will turn into zombies with green faces and fangs at night, some people say that there will be many things that should not exist wandering around the construction site at night, and some people say that the workers on the construction site have frequently encountered evil things and have been frightened to strike. dry.

The students passing by curiously probed their brains, but they were always stopped.

It is said that on the construction site where the workers have gone on strike, the clanging or rumbling noise can still be heard.

"Have you heard?" Wumabo asked excitedly in the dormitory, "It's about the construction site!"

Colin, who was making the bed, paused and hesitated, "The one who said the workers were scared to strike?"

"Strike?" Wen Dong, who was leaning on the bed and reading a book, snorted lightly: "How is it possible? Can't you hear such a loud noise from the construction site? If they go on strike, I will really be thankful."

Tong Xiaosong held the pen blankly, and asked with the expression of a villager who had just connected to the Internet: "What are you talking about? What happened to the construction site?"

"Ha, so you don't know yet! Listen to me, brother!" Wumabo could be regarded as meeting a target that could be exported. He pulled a chair and sat next to Tong Xiaosong excitedly, and deliberately lowered his voice: "The old school building On that construction site, strange things have been happening since the start of work. I heard from a certain worker that they were woken up by the sound of washing clothes in the middle of the night. They thought it was some diligent worker, but when they looked carefully, it turned out to be a brainless man. The red-clothed ghost turned his back on them..."

Tong Xiaosong's eyes widened, and he asked in panic, "Really!?"

When the fire was on fire, he saw many shadows. At that time, his scalp was numb and he was only concerned about fear. Now that he thinks about it carefully, is it because of the fire that the ghosts of the old school building were released?

Who set the fire in the first place?

It can't be for no reason, can it?

"Fake!" Wen Dong laughed: "Don't listen to Dabo's nonsense, there are sixteen muscular men in a room on the construction site, which ghost can't think so hard and drill in?"

Tong Xiaosong: ...It seems to make sense.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Even if it's fake... I still have it!" Unconvinced, Wumabo continued to threaten Tong Xiaosong in a low voice, "It was a worker who said that once nine o'clock passed on the construction site, all work would be stopped and returned to the factory. One day one of the workers did not listen to the advice and went out, but the next day everyone found his head in the cement mixer... the whole body was crushed, only the head remained, and what was even more weird, That night, everyone discovered that he had returned, whether it was a human or a ghost..."

Tong Xiaosong listened in shock.

Wen Dong couldn't stand it and sighed: "I said Dabo, can you take logic and reality into account when you tell ghost stories? Is it because of the noise that the work stops after nine o'clock? If they don't stop after nine o'clock , then I will immediately report them to suspend work! As for the hanged man you mentioned... If this is the case, even if they don’t want to suspend work, the principal must let them suspend work. Do you stay at school every day, did you see them stop for a moment? Besides..."

"Okay, okay, I admit that what I just said is false! I deliberately wanted to scare Tong Xiaosong!" Wumabo raised his hands in surrender, and said helplessly: "Why expose me? You see Tong Xiaosong's surprise and surprise. How fun it is to really believe in it!"

Tong Xiaosong: ...?

He stared at Wumabo in disbelief, fortunately he was still listening so seriously, still thinking about the connection between these things and the old school building.

It turned out to be fake! ?

But it's good that it's fake, at least it means that no one had an accident, right?

Tong Xiaosong pursed his lips. He felt that his sense of humor was not as much as that of Wumabo and the others. Many times he would be teased for a long time before realizing that they were just joking.

Fortunately, none of them were malicious. Although the feeling of being teased was a bit annoying, it also had a different kind of warmth.

He turned back to continue studying and ignored Wumabo.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Wumabo said unwillingly, "But the rumors about strange things happening on the construction site are true. Where there is no wind, there is no wave. Maybe something really happened on the construction site. Do you want to go and see it tonight?"

Wen Dong sighed: "Da Bo, you really healed your scars and forgot the pain. We still have an ancestor in our dormitory to take them away. You just want to recruit some other things to come back to be lively?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at the copper basin full of melons, pears and peaches on the table in unison.

The copper basin on the table was shining brightly under the sunlight, although it was speechless, it was more eloquent.

Wumabo: "...Forget it, let's wash up and sleep."

***

Although there are constant rumors about the construction site, the construction site is still operating normally every day, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

All the rumors seemed to be confined to the students, more like the idle imagination of the students than the facts.

***

That night, Tong Xiaosong's stupid bird flew hard, dazzled by learning, and finally stretched his waist to recover from Wumabo's snoring.

I glanced at the small alarm clock I picked up from the trash can on the table, it was already past eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

He turned to look at the other two empty beds.

It's so late, why haven't Wen Dong and Ke Lin come back yet?

Usually at this time they had already turned off the lights and fell asleep, but today there were only Wumabo and him in the dormitory, Wumabo fell asleep when he was tired from playing games, so no one reminded him of the time, and he realized it was already so late.

Stretching his stiff muscles, he got up and climbed up the ladder to the upper bunk, and pushed Wumabo hard.

Wumabo sucked his saliva impatiently, clicked his mouth, turned over and looked like he was going to sleep again.

Tong Xiaosong hurriedly said, "Wake up, Wumabo, it's past eleven o'clock, Wen Dong and Ke Lin haven't come back yet, do you know what they are doing?"

Wen Dongwu opened his eyes sleepily, turning his rusty sleepy brain.

After a while, he was startled suddenly, his eyes became clear instantly, and he sat up suddenly: "Fuck! No way!"

Tong Xiaosong was startled, stepped back and almost fell, he hugged the ladder tightly: "...what's wrong?"

Wumabo said uncertainly: "Dongzi told me in the afternoon that he seemed to be going to the construction site to deliver something, and it happened that Dalin was also there to deliver something. The two of them met and said that they hadn't finished delivering something, and they had to go to the construction site in the evening. trip……"

Tong Xiaosong had an ominous premonition. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and asked, "The things you said about the construction site...are not all false?"

"It's false..." Wumabo looked solemn, lay back on his back, stared at the ceiling and said: "But those rumors that evil things will happen at the construction site in the middle of the night are true or not. It should be false, otherwise How can the school let students go to the construction site at night."

Tong Xiaosong frowned, and looked at the two empty beds: "Then they haven't come back yet, is it because the deliveries were delayed?"

"Maybe..." Wumabo scratched his hair and said with some hesitation, "Isn't he coming back after delivering the things so late?"

***

The morning light shone on the windows, in the dormitory, there should be four people sleeping on upper and lower bunks, but there were only two people leaning or lying on their respective beds.

Tong Xiaosong rubbed his eyes sleepily, two people flashed in his mind, he was suddenly startled, and immediately sat up and looked at the bed next to him.

Still clean and empty.

I got up and looked at my upper bunk again, but it was still empty.

He was so tired from studying last night, he leaned on the bed and didn't know when he fell asleep.

Turning his head to look at Wu Mabo who was on the upper bunk next door, he was so sleepy that his saliva flowed out.

He anxiously climbed up the opposite bed ladder, pushed Wumabo hard, and shouted: "Wake up! The two of them haven't come back! Could something happen!?"

"Huh? What?" Wumabo sat up sleepily, stunned for a few seconds and suddenly remembered what happened last night. He turned his head and saw the empty bed, and said in surprise, "I haven't returned all night!? Fuck me!" , something may have happened!"

Wumabo's motor nerves are so developed that he doesn't need to use the bed ladder at all. He lifted the quilt and jumped sideways, then jumped off the upper bunk. He said loudly: "You go to class! I'll go to the school leader and ask!"

How could Tong Xiaosong go to class with peace of mind, he stumbled down the bed ladder, and chased after Wumabo with all his strength: "I'm going too! Wait for me!"

Wumabo looked back and couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing here, you little weak chicken, maybe they have nothing to do, maybe they just slept on the construction site."

"I'm not at ease." Tong Xiaosong ran to Wumabo, and the two of them ran halfway forward together: "I'll go and listen to it too. Only when there is a result can I go to class with peace of mind, not to mention that I'm not too weak. I’m much stronger now than I was before.”

"Well, strong..." Wumabo rolled up his sleeves and said braggingly, "Bibi has muscles?"

Tong Xiaosong: ...

He has gained a little weight recently, but he doesn't have the thick muscles of Wumabo. Even though he is working hard to build muscles every day, the muscles on his body seem to only cover the skeleton with such a thin layer, making him look so fragile.

Tong Xiaosong, who was speechless, could only choose to ignore Wu Mabo's ridicule and concentrate on following the other party's footsteps.