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Da da da.

The school building of the third year of high school is in a separate building of the school, on the secluded southwest side.

But except for the floor where classes are normally held, the upper and lower floors are vacant.

The fully enclosed and secluded school building is scary when there is no sound.

Walking through an empty floor, even during normal school hours, can't help but feel dreadful.

Biological rooms, laboratories... Various instrument rooms are vaguely shadowed, as if there is some danger lurking.

Not only are the doors and windows of the vacant classrooms on each floor closed, even the corridors are not railings, but fully enclosed gray glass windows.So that suffocation generally makes people unable to breathe, like a cage that can never be escaped.

The iron gate of the safe passage is always locked, and the aisle is dark even in the daytime.

The sound of rattling footsteps sounded in such a school building.

Just like the non-existent legends of many schools, there are also gloomy strange stories circulating in this school building.

For example, the sudden sound of footsteps.

For example, in a school building that is clearly closed, you will suddenly feel a cold wind blowing in the dark corridors. From the corner of your eye, it seems that someone is running past, but when you look back, there seems to be nothing.

It is a natural consensus that there are ghosts in the school. Which school does not have such a consensus?

However, the rumor of footsteps in the corridor is more detailed.

"...It's a girl in a school uniform." Someone said.

"...No, wearing a white dress, wearing glasses, a little melancholy." It was serious, as if he had experienced it himself, with a childish tone of a little pride waiting for someone to ask.

"...I heard that the girl has yin and yang eyes, her horoscope is very light, and she always encounters strange things, and then she was taken away by a ghost one day."

"...It's a lie. It's obviously because of that girl's incident. She is really miserable, but isn't it her parents who killed her? I don't understand why ghosts appear in the school."

"...Maybe she still wants to go to school. I heard that her grades are very good. It's so pitiful."

"...If you sympathize with the dead casually, and you are in a haunted place, you will be found!"

"...Ah, you are so annoying..."

"...That's right. Didn't you tell a lot of horror stories? Ghosts don't have a sense of right and wrong. In many stories, the protagonists are brutally killed because they sympathized with them."

"...Hey, stop talking, let's go."

"...Isn't it time to seek revenge for the parents who killed her? I heard that she keeps appearing in the school building because her parents have a new child."

"...This kind of parents, don't they kill people and don't go to jail?"

"...It wasn't intentional, and I cried very sadly. It is said that she fainted and was hospitalized. I don't understand. I heard that it was negligent death, because I was used to treating her like this all the year round. Plaintiff's..."

"... Sigh. Every time I hear something like this, I wish there were ghosts in the world."

The sound of rattling footsteps passed by suddenly.

This time everyone was silent for a while, and compassion diluted the fear.

The girl who remembered everything had heard these words many times.

Contrary to what many people think, instead of resentment and revenge, there is a relief of relief.

Physical pain is nothing compared to mental damage.

Unloved children, it is joyful to end relationships early, to end all the slow, dull damage done to the soul.

I'm really sorry, I became your child, but I can't make you like it.

There is no resentment, because there was love, because love is gone.

No hope or expectation, just want to end, just want to be free.

Therefore, it is finally possible to stay away in a justifiable way, and the initial joy overturns the sadness and regret for the loss of the future and the slow arrival.

I don't look forward to growing up and becoming an adult at all.

So, even that bit of sadness doesn't matter.

A girl who is always 16 years old, her youth and short life are always full of haze, violence and indifference.

However, there is still a little pale and terrifying brightness and warmth.

It is not wrong to say that old school buildings are haunted.

Because the girl has seen it, she has seen it when she was still alive.

The first time was in spring.

She was very afraid of the dark. That day she rolled down the stairs at home and sprained her ankle. Of course, there was no doctor to see her. After being scolded, she tried her best to cover up her limping posture and left the house. She walked to school for more than half an hour. It was already late for class.

When I passed the dark stairs, because I was anxious, I stepped on the air and fell down again.

I was too scared to make a sound, I didn't know whether my eyes were closed or they were scared.

However, no injuries were reported.

In the darkness, it seemed that an invisible person pulled her.

The momentary feeling was like a hallucination, but it was indeed not injured.

She stood there in a daze for a long time, then sighed for a while, quickly said thank you in a low voice like a mosquito, and hurried upstairs with her head bowed.

The heartbeat was so fast, but it was not fear, but a wonderful feeling.

Ah, life seems to suddenly have a little light.

However, rationality told her it was false, it was just a little self-comforting illusion by coincidence.

The second time, it was the same step again, why was it so anxious, I fell down again.

The more you tell yourself to be careful, the more you can't keep your balance.

After slipping and rolling down, there was no feeling, no injury at all, just like standing directly under the steps from the steps.

She was dumbfounded, and then smiled cautiously covering her face.

"Ah, it's real."

No response, never got a response.

However, from now on, all the dark corners are no longer afraid. When walking on the dark road, the street lights will be turned off just after she passes by by coincidence, and the road ahead will always be bright.

When I didn't want to go home, I sat on the steps to review, and was pointed at and laughed at by people passing by.

It's not about learning the protagonist of some idol drama or romance novel, it's just because that ghost is here.

Her only friend.

The haze is over and spring is here.

There was a plum tree in the school, she couldn't bear to pick it, so she picked up a flower branch that was picked and discarded, and put it in a hidden place in the old school building.

"Give it to you." Xiao Xiao said in a low voice.

I went to see it after class, and the flower branches were gone.

On the floating ash on the window sill, thank you was written lightly and lightly.

The introverted girl pursed her lips and smiled. It seemed a long time ago since the last time she smiled, a year or two... I don't remember.

It must be because the sense of existence is too low, and it is always invisible to the students who pass by. It was not until they bumped into her and pushed her that some people were surprised and said apologetically perfunctorily.

Even, say nothing.

Freak...gloomy...withdrawn...a guy who seems to be very noble...a liar who makes up stories...

There are all sorts of arguments against her.

Therefore, it was taken for granted that it was her fault that she was targeted inexplicably.It seemed normal for the powerful girl who was smiling and watching her to teach her a lesson.

It's so strange, obviously you are living such a happy life, which is enviable, why do you turn around to find happiness in such a dark life like her?

But then it was gone.

Those people will always forget her for various reasons, and the cold violence has become as if they really didn't realize her existence.

Even if he was pushed or bumped into without seeing it, he was never injured again.

On the road, I started to meet strange classmates who greeted her with a smile, and occasionally I was flattered. It turned out that I also had such an ordinary and warm social relationship.

Other than that, there is no other feeling.

Of course, these thoughts will not be told to the silent friend, who is a very cherished friend. Of course, some good things should be shared instead of these trivial unhappiness.

For example, wild flowers bloomed on the way to school, and the huge pear field could not bear fruit, because the whole field was cut off before the flowers were fully bloomed, and it was said that it would be used to build a house.But the pear blossoms are so beautiful, as if it had snowed.

Although I didn't say anything, and I carefully covered it up, but every time I chatted with that ghost, the wound on my body didn't seem to hurt anymore.

"Thank you."

Occasionally some writing appears on the paper.

"Other friends..."

The girl smiled shyly: "Do you want me to make friends? Yes."

There are domineering people, and of course there are bright and kind people.

It's just that some people are so happy that they really feel happy when they see it, and they want to protect their happiness and happiness, so it seems that they are just unlucky, and it is possible to be so happy.I don't want my bad story to dim my friend's flawless happiness.

Of course, I couldn't help but tell those girls who seemed friendly and friendly, it was subconsciously asking for help, in exchange for inexplicable alienation and rumors.

"...a liar...making up stories..."

There is a girl who is very upright and never speaks behind her back, and directly exposes her with a look of disbelief: "It's not that I don't believe it. But, really. Unless it's a fiction, how can anyone be so miserable?"

Instantly stunned.

What was astonished was not that she was not trusted, but that it turned out that it was just one of her days of depression, but in the eyes of normal people, it was already called miserable?

Whether it's telling your heart to a good friend who knows nothing, and getting bewildered doubts.It's still meaningless to confide in people who have similar experiences, report to the group for warmth, and feel sorry for yourself.

How about telling the ghost what beautiful and tiny scenery I saw today.In this way, you can be happy.

I also thought about it, if I ask that gentle and silent ghost for help, I will definitely get help.

However, you can't pin your pain on others, especially friends.

That ghost has helped her so much, but he can't do anything for his friend. How can he let his friend do it for him, even if he doesn't know how to solve the trouble?

It is a huge trouble, and there is no solution in the world.

In particular, it is said that if ghosts do evil things, they will be punished twice.

Her friend is a ghost trapped in the old school building. She must have suffered a lot during her lifetime. If she gets hurt because of helping her, she will never forgive herself.

Life is really good.

Every day when I go home, the earphones plug the noise, and I start to look forward to going to school tomorrow.

The only worry is, if I am admitted to university, will it take me a long time to see my friends?

That ghost must be very lonely, no one found it except himself.

Even if you are yourself, you can't see it, and the only communication is a few words.

However, this trouble is gone.

Ah, that's great.

I have also become a ghost, so I can go see my friend and tell it thank you in person.

I can't wait to jump for joy, I don't even care about my own body left in place, and there are men and women who blame each other.

Her friend is at the school, maybe it was a certain teacher of the school, maybe it was a certain student, or there is an obsession with it in the school.

This time, we can communicate well with each other.

Floating in the wind of the night, passing the familiar road to school, floating over the school building.

We are about to meet...

clang clang clang.

The ancient copper bell rang.

The girl opened her eyes in a small town in a ghost world, a quiet town with warm and friendly classmates.

Although there are no parents, the residents in the small town and the teachers at the school are so nice, so I don't feel lonely at all.

It's just that a friend got separated, and that person seemed very lonely. It would be great if I could come here to live together.

But who is the other party?What is your name?Where is it?

She is such a terrible person that she can't even remember her best friend.

……

The dimension of ghosts is different from that of humans.

Ghosts can't remember what happened before they were alive, and the more persistent their feelings, the less they can remember.

However, obsession will not be forgotten.Even if you don't remember, you are subconsciously going in which direction.

In the dream of the undead, she and Zhang Ruocheng, who had the same obsession, entered the other world.

In the dimension of the undead, she met the white daisy that made the undead wake up.

Ah, I remembered, there is a friend who must meet.

The white daisy of the undead, this time, please lead me to find it.

Da da da.

Footsteps from the old school building sounded.

The stumps of white daisies glowed faintly, guiding her way.

Come to think of it, her friend also gave her a "white daisy".

It is a dandelion flower growing in the bushes, which is pale because it has not seen the sun for a long time.

But the weak and pale dandelion bloomed beautifully even though it had never seen the sun.

That was the best gift she had ever received, and she had always wanted to return it, but never had the chance again.

The girl ran in the old school building, and the glowing stump of white daisies finally reminded her of everything in her life.

This time, I must be able to find it.

In the old school building, the lonely ghost.

The friend who has been silently accompanying her and protecting her.

Now, she finally found it.

In the shadow of the old school building, there is a huge Yin Qi, like a monster composed of evil substances, bloated, cumbersome, ugly, and terrifying.

The girl's thin and pale figure stood under the stairs, like a tyrannosaurus rex with a small flower facing the hill.

She laughed, rolled her eyes, and said loudly, "Long time no see."

The monster made of yin qi tilted its head slightly, without any human appearance, but the gentle and familiar breath could not be mistaken.

As if surprised: Hey, why are you here?

The girl looked up at it, her smile was unshakable, she was no longer shy and introverted as before, and said all she wanted to say out loud in one breath: "It's me, I'm dead too."

Although it was embarrassing to die in such a failure, it didn't matter.

She smiled, her eyes were clear and bright, and she said loudly: "Although I have been talking to myself unilaterally, I don't know anything about your affairs. I have always enjoyed your protection and comfort, but I have been alone I have recognized you as my best friend. I have always wanted to find you and express my gratitude."

Ghosts can't remember what happened before they were alive, and the more persistent their feelings, the less they can remember.

Everyone thought that the girl who wanted to stay in the world to avenge her parents who killed her by mistake was just to find that forgotten friend.

I want to see you again and say thank you for it.

Although there are many pains in life, what is worth remembering by the soul is of course the most precious and warm gift.

"It may be rude to say that. Although you are so much stronger than me, I don't know why I felt that you needed help from a long time ago. I have received so many gifts from you, and I want to do something for you."

"That white dandelion flower, I like it very much. As a gift, I have always wanted to grow a white daisy for you, but I can't do it now, but now I can."

The pale girl with a bright smile held up the remnant branch of the white daisy in her hand: "Please use this white daisy properly."

The ghost in the huge Yin Qi was stunned, and seemed to suddenly understand.

All ghosts have last wishes, even the most powerful ghosts are no exception.

It's just that the stronger and more persistent, the less you can remember.

In the huge and dark Yin Qi, a pale hand stretched out, taking the gift from the girl's hand.

The remnants of the white daisy emit soft and dazzling light, swallowing all the darkness in an instant...