dramatic death

When Yin Tong was dragged into the stairwell by An Qi, his mind was in a daze. He almost flew down three steps at a time, jumping on the concrete platform with body memory.The distance from the third floor to the first floor is not long, and before he figured out what happened, An Qi had already dragged him onto the sunny ground.

The cold wind of winter passed through the thin sunset and the dead trees and branches "squeaked". Yin Tong panted heavily and followed An Qi's line of sight to look back. Through the glass window on the third floor, Tong Shuyao was smiling. He waved at them.

His lips parted as if to say, "Goodbye."

Yin Tong had no idea what he was running.

He felt annoyed for no reason, and the irritability was stronger than ever. The hand held by the boy An Qi was like a piece of iron, so hot that he wanted to shake it off when he raised his hand.

In the end, it didn't shake after a while, and it also came with a pair of big confused eyes from An.

"Tongtong?"

His expression was full of innocence, and he looked a bit helpless and aggrieved, but his hands were as tight as pliers, and he didn't intend to let go.

Yin Tong couldn't say the word "hot" because of the cold wind, so he simply turned his head and didn't look at this person at all.

The scenery outside the teaching building is good. The buildings used for teaching and educating people are laid out in the shape of a field. In addition to the temporary seats for people to rest, there is also a white stone flower bed that cannot be seen in the central city.Even though it was deep winter and there were no buds or green leaves, the dead branches and leaves on the other side were enough for Yintong to see how beautiful it is after spring.

He "tsk" twice in his heart, thinking that there was nothing wrong with the writing in those diaries.After the New Era, there is a lack of vegetation. Ordinary people may only see some small flowers and grasses in their entire lives. This school is good, with four matts. When Guang Yintong looks up, he can see three identical flower beds.

This small place with a width of three meters is worth a lot of money. It is more than enough to buy the building he lives in in the central city.Yin Tong went up to pick up a withered flower stalk, squeezed it in his hands and rubbed it, and was about to turn over some soil to have a look, when someone pulled back his outstretched hand.

"dirty."

An Qi frowned, and his lips were pursed with dissatisfaction, mixed with some inexplicable panic.Yin Tong raised his head and looked at him, and finally smiled angrily. He raised his tightly bound hands and said, "Little friend An, are you holding a doll?"

An Qi lowered his eyes and pursed his lower lip, his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if extremely reluctant, he released Yin Tong's hand to return to freedom.

"Don't touch it," he said, pausing again, and slowly took a handkerchief out of his pocket.

Yin Tong looked at the wooden wind chime embroidered on the handkerchief, held back for a while, but still couldn't help laughing.

He said: "All right, all right, I just don't touch it." He also felt that a single sentence might not be enough to guarantee it, so he raised his hand and surrendered slightly.

He looked at An Qi's smoky eyes rather jokingly, and couldn't help laughing after raising his hand for a while.An Qi's ears started to turn red from his laughter, and he pursed his lips and looked at him seriously for a long while before putting the handkerchief into his pocket with a half-belief.

As a result, it was half stuffed and then stopped. This time, without hesitation, it was directly taken out and put into Yintong's pocket.

"What are you doing?" Yin Tong held the corner of the handkerchief as if pulling it out, "I don't need it."

An Qi took his hand, and simply stuffed his slightly cold hand into his pocket: "This is an amulet, very powerful."

...this amulet is really special.

Yin Tong discussed for a while, but finally did not say anything to discourage the child's enthusiasm.Seeing that he didn't take it out again, An Qi acquiesced that he accepted it, and then raised the corners of his lips to show the first candy-filled smiling face today.

He looks a little tender now, and he smiles like a young boy who doesn't know much about the world.The setting sun in the evening envelops his soft hair, completely dizzying the remaining chill in his eyes, Yin Tong couldn't hold back and stretched out his hand to stroke his brilliant yellow hair, sighed, and said helplessly: "Ancestor Ah, do you think we can find a safe place to stay first?"

An Qi was taken aback by his question: "Go back to the dormitory?"

Yin Tong thought, is this also a fixed plot?After pondering for a while, he nodded, and let the young boy in front of him drag him to the outside of Tianzilou.

Outside the teaching building is a spacious avenue, with rows of dead trees and yellow leaves all over the ground, which looks like a golden poplin at a glance.Yintong stepped on the deserted road on the crunching dead leaves. The cold winter wind howled through the trees, and the residual leaves on the curled branches brushed against his cool ears and fell to the ground. in the muddy water.

Maybe it was raining in the early morning, and some deep and shallow puddles could always be seen on the ground.Yin Tong listened to the subtle sound of water on the soles of his shoes and thought about the topic. He thought that An Qi was obviously not like Tong Shuyao. all the way.

An Qi is just the opposite. If you ignore him, I'm afraid he won't be able to remember to talk all the way.

However, it’s impossible not to talk, Yin Tong is still thinking about the "signs" he and Tong Shuyao said to each other, the two of them know each other well, but Yin Tong doesn't know anything.

The sound of footsteps "rustling" on the boulevard, while Yin Tong summed up the early clues in his mind, he was clutching the handkerchief in his pocket and revising the small script.He peeked at An Qi's side face, thinking about the correct tone to start with, but when the words reached his mouth, he made a bend, and splashed into the quagmire with the sound of tiny drops of water dripping.

He heard someone walking behind him.

"Clap."

"Clap."

The other party closely followed his steps, as if stepping firmly on his footprints every time.

"Clap."

The slight sound of water came from a short distance behind him, and that strange follower was like a floating corpse that had just climbed up from the pool, and dirty muddy water could be squeezed out of his soaked sleeves.

"Clap."

Yin Tong couldn't help but stop.

He wasn't sure if An Qi had heard the same voice as him, but he was deeply aware that if he turned his head back now, he might be facing a turnaround.

Maybe you can see some female ghost in white clothes with disheveled hair, complaining about the injustice of fate with blood and tears.

Intentionally scary scenes are not uncommon in horror games. In the last copy of Light Box Garden Online, there was a queue of archived black rabbits and mutant sisters.Yintong has given up hope for this kind of heart-challenging level setting. Look at the promotional video that the ELF staff put on the commercial street. When the explosion came out, I don’t know how many people were scared and had a heart attack on the spot. hair.

He rolled his eyes to the sky, tapped the back of the other hand in his palm with his index finger, trying to communicate with the other party without opening his mouth, and discussed what was coming behind him.He basically understood the reason why An Qi refused to let go. After playing for a long time, the risk of this game is so high, I'm afraid it's really impossible to play if he lets go.

An Qi retracted his fingers and held his hand. Yin Tong was waiting for him to speed up and run wildly again, but found that the child didn't plan to run away.

He said, "Tongtong, do you still remember the new transfer student in our class?"

……

Yin Tong paused for half a second during the sudden awkward chat, thinking that if this kid An Qi was either frightened or stupid, he was planning to use the chat to exchange information—on the premise that there was a boss (suspicious) standing behind him, let’s communicate synopsis.

He kept up with the other person's pace, trying to persuade himself to ignore the footsteps behind him, while recalling the background of the story Tong Shuyao said.The time point of the current dungeon is estimated to have taken place not long before the diary. After the beginning of winter in early November, Yintong and his class welcomed a new transfer student.

It was a strange little girl.

One morning, she suddenly sat in the third row from the front, with her back facing Yintong, and her ponytails hung down like two ribbons.She has no student number, no name, and just sits quietly in her seat every day, staring out the window with those dull eyes.

No one knew what she was looking at, and no one "could" see her.

No one dared to see her.

In this school, the school rules exceed all laws, and no student dares to violate the rules written on the school gate, otherwise he will be deprived of his student number and become a "waste" that loses his mark.

The Scrap will exit the school's arena in a form of extreme terror.

Sometimes people refer to this curtain call as "death".

Yintong lowered his gaze, looking at the dead leaves under his feet.

He doesn't know much, after all the school corridor is so long, no matter how much he procrastinates, it's not enough for Tong Shuyao to finish all the details.

So he pursed his lips, nodded the back of the other hand in his palm, and signaled An Qi to continue.

The quiet boy was silent for a while, and he lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"That transfer student didn't have an instructor with him," he said.

No one knew where this little girl came from, and no one knew why the school gave her such preferential treatment.When the students in the class noticed her, she had already been doused in dirty water by a falling bucket due to an accident.

It was a terrible evening, and the sunset was even hotter than today.The little girl who barely had a sense of existence stood in the silent classroom, wearing a skirt that was still dripping, standing in the center of everyone's sight.

The students who made a mistake are waiting for a punishment, and their hearts are gripped by extreme fear.However, with the visit of the evening bell at dusk, nothing happened, and everything in front of me was like a ridiculous joke.

"Does she really exist?"

someone asked.

"Is she still alive?"

Someone whispered.

The girl in the crowd lowered her head, her pale fingers seemed to have lost all blood.She left this classroom like a ghost, stepping out of people's sight step by step, no one knew where she would go after school, and no one knew anything about her.

She is like a ghost, as if she does not exist in this world.

There was no punishment, and the pranks began to intensify.

"Freedom is a kind of indulgence to some extent. When people understand desire, fear will change their good side."

When Yin Tong heard An Qi's light voice, he seemed to be telling a story, a story that happened a long time ago, so strange that it was about to be forgotten by people.

It started with chalk.

After the student who accidentally splashed water got away with it, the rest of the class seemed to be getting bolder.They used short chalk tips to test whether the girl was a ghost, smashed old magazines on her unsuspecting head, they scribbled on her desk, wrote some disgusting curses with black markers, It was like finding a place to vent, venting all the accumulated emotions on weekdays to a stranger.

Because she didn't speak.

Because no one speaks for her.

An Qi's pace paused, he stopped in front of a five-story building, pursed his lips and looked at Yintong.

"And then?" Yin Tong asked.

"There's no more," An Qi shook his head, "what happened after that hasn't happened yet."

His voice was a bit strange, as if mixed with a little regret and longing.Yin Tong followed his gaze to the closed door a few steps away, and he heard An pray for his name.

He said, "Tongtong, it's time for you to go back to the dormitory."

"how about you?"

Yin Tong reflexively wanted to turn around, but was hugged by the person behind him.The scent of youth has a subtle soapy smell and floral scent, like a ray of sunshine that brightens the whole world.

Yin Tong saw a slender figure appearing inside the glass door of that building. It swayed in front of the door for a moment, as if it was about to push the door to come out.

He heard An Qi suddenly laugh.

He said, "Tongtong, I can't stay with you anymore."

"I am really sorry."