dramatic death

When Wen Qiu's voice stopped again, Yin Tong knew that there would be no end to this story.

Teacher Wen obviously imitated Dong Tiantian's narrative mode, and used a seemingly insignificant English code name to refer to the hero in the story-"B".He assigned B the role of a bystander, and made this role fully follow the descriptive elements of the victim.

B is innocent, he did not participate in any violent action in the scene described by Wen Qiu, but if B in Mr. Wen's story and B in Dong Tiantian's story are the same person, then this B may not be a complete bystander By.

——He persuaded A to "harm people" in Dong Tiantian's story.

Although the current story fragment does not fully reveal all of B's ​​actions, this person's attitude towards things is obviously not completely lawful and kind. He is the perpetrator in Dong Tiantian's story and the victim in Wen Qiu's story. After all the stories are told, what kind of character will B become?

Yin Tong watched Wen Qiu turn the flashlight upside down and use the bright end to illuminate the next storyteller.Yang Xu was enveloped in a halo of yellow light.His face was pale, and he looked like a puppet whose soul had been emptied.

He swallowed hard, and took the flashlight handed over by Teacher Wen with a distracted look.Yin Tong looked at him holding the plastic shell of the flashlight tightly with both hands, with his head down, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if his soul had been sucked away by something.

He is afraid.

Yintong thought.

Because he understood.

If Dong Tiantian's stories are somewhat metaphorical, then Wen Qiu's stories are equivalent to taking apart the answers and piling them up in front of your eyes.What they're telling isn't a ghost story at all, those weird, spooky things are simply past that happened, it's not some random "story" made up.

It is "fact".

Yin Tong withdrew his gaze and looked down at the revolving photo frame with the note.

The number "0" in the photo frame rotated continuously with the push of his fingertips, receiving a little bit of light in the darkness.

If Mr. Wen's statement is correct, Yin Tong thought, then the B in his mouth should be Dong Tiantian, and what he told should be what happened to Dong Tiantian, then the next one.

He stopped pushing the photo frame and looked up at the teenager across the conference table.

Then the next storyteller—Student Yang Xuyang—should be telling what happened to Wen Qiu.

……

Darkness will always erase the traces of time invisibly.

Yang Xu was silent for nearly 3 minutes, perhaps even longer, before finally uttering the first syllable with difficulty.

He lowered his head, grasping the only light source in the room with both hands, the domineering look just now was completely replaced by fear, and he curled up like a dried cicada slough.

"C is a gentle person," Yang Xu said, "at least it seems that he is a little easier to talk to than most people."

Perhaps it is the unlucky point shared by good people, C often encounters all kinds of unreasonable and demanding demands.As small as the other party skipping class and refusing to do homework, as big as the other party asking him to keep silent about certain things, C has always been the party who is forced to abide by the rules, and no one has ever asked his opinion.

However, he generally has no objections.

He seldom takes actions such as preaching or preventing crimes, so in the eyes of quite a few students, C can actually be counted as an accomplice.

The kind of accomplice who can keep a secret.

C met H for the first time on a wet evening. He and several other teachers checked the dormitory hygiene routinely. When they reached the third floor, they just saw a little girl in pajamas walking out of the dormitory with a blank expression on her face. .

He knew that girl, and everyone in this school didn't know him. This girl encountered more campus violence in a week than some people in a month after transferring to another school. The number of beatings even broke the record of the previous transfer student.

However, she never cried, did not resist or have other negative emotions, she was like a robot puppet suffering from resentment, shaking, walking past C's eyes step by step.

Where is she going?

C follows her forward steps and looks forward.

she wants to go upstairs

It's really not suitable to desert in the middle of the health inspection, but this building is a dormitory for girls, no matter how conscientious C is, he can only stand outside the door.He really had nothing to do, so his eyes followed the girl's figure unconsciously. He watched the girl's clothes disappear into the stairwell at the corner, and could no longer control his steps, and stepped on the girl's path.

The old dormitory building is empty and quiet, and the sound of soles scraping the ground is clear and hollow. C is like walking in the corridor leading to the mortuary, with uncontrollable fear every step of the way.

The coldness spread along with the fear. C walked up the steps step by step, and he could always see the girl's clothes appearing at the corner of the stairs.

It's like she's waiting for me.

C thought.

Why is she waiting for me?

This question is so subjective that it makes people feel cold all over the body. C even had the idea of ​​retreating for a while, but the unstoppable pace prevented him from stopping halfway, forcing him to walk up step by step.He began to feel scared, and began to recall the details of meeting the girl over and over again, and he clearly realized that he didn't hear the girl's footsteps at all, not a single sound, as if he was the only living person in the corridor from the beginning.

C stepped on the steps, chasing the girl's footsteps step by step.

The dormitory building at dusk was filled with an indescribable gloom. The heavy clouds brought by the torrential rain blocked the sunlight layer by layer above Jiutian, leaving only a few blurred glimmers of light.The light in the corridor was getting darker and darker, and C could hardly see what the steps under his feet looked like. He staggered up while counting the sound of footsteps, only feeling like a patient with heatstroke, pouring into his mind The only thing left is overwhelming confusion.

I should have stopped.

C thought.

I should have stopped.

He began to suspect that all of this was a girl's conspiracy, and it was always played like this in the movie. The little girl probably wanted to lead him to some kind of place where "every day should be wrong, and the land is not working", and then she would simply and neatly Send him to die.

Why bother? C walked and thought, like me, a war scum like me can send me to God with a single hand knife, are you a five-star chef who has been hungry for a long time and rarely eats meat?Human flesh needs to be exercised to be strong?

C pulled the corners of his lips and smiled with difficulty.

He tried to distract himself from his thoughts and keep himself awake in this terrible situation.However, it turns out that the theory in the book is not groundless. Few people can concentrate on boring repetitive work, especially when the victim is walking in a corridor with extremely poor light.

C looked at the blurred steps under his feet, and felt that he had walked for more than ten hours.

He clearly realized that his thinking was just a psychological effect. After all, the dormitory building has only five floors in total. Even if he started climbing from the first floor, it only took about ten minutes to climb to the rooftop.What's more, his starting point is on the third floor, and no matter how hard he climbs, it is impossible to spend more than ten hours in the stairwell. The special situation of ghost hitting the wall does not exist in his thinking range, after all, he is a fairly calm person. materialists, although this "materialism" may have to add an adverbial "once" after today.

Suddenly there was a strange sound in the darkness, like a swarm of many-legged bugs crawling across the ground.A glimmer of light suddenly shot into the dark stairwell, and the sound of roaring rain poured into C's ears. He looked up and saw the half-open iron door shaking in the rainstorm.

Apart from the strange little girl, there was a vague figure outside the door.

C stopped involuntarily.

He opened his eyes and looked at the boy H on the roof outside the door in disbelief.He met the other party's eyes through the heavy rain curtain. In the biting cold rain, he saw H grabbing the little girl's hair, dragging her to the edge of the roof, and throwing her down.

It's like he's throwing a bag of trash.

C thought, he was probably crazy.

It was difficult for him to judge at this moment whether there was a problem with H's mental state, after all, the executioner standing in the rain looked like a robot that had completed the task.He stood silently on the roof, not even paying the slightest attention to the accident site downstairs. C watched him turn and walk out of the rain curtain, and was about to go downstairs after passing him. H's figure was both decisive and calm, and even gave C the illusion that "he was just walking".

It's not the first time he's done something like this.

C heard a voice in his head say so.

It's not the first time he's thrown people downstairs.

The thunder in the heavy clouds suddenly awakened C's consciousness, he grabbed H's arm, trying to keep him in this dark corridor.

He realized that he was trembling, and his voice was like scattered data waves. He heard himself squeeze out a hoarse voice from his throat, and asked tremblingly, "Why did you do this?"

"What did you do? Did you kill her?"

H did not answer.

He stood in the corridor wrapped in a soaked shirt, staring in C's direction intently.His eyes were as clear as the sky after the rain, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if trying to catch the faint light passing through the clouds.

"Please keep it secret."

C heard H say this.

"Please don't tell others, I'm sorry to bother you."

……

Yang Xu held the flashlight in both hands and sat quietly in the chair.

No one spoke, and the room was as quiet as if the mute switch had been pressed. The aperture of the flashlight resting on Yang Xu's chest flickered, as if it had been separated from the long-standing support, and he was about to go to a new mission location.

It was passed to Su Xiao's hands, illuminating the girl's pretty face.

Su Xiao was obviously not as panicked as the first three. She straightened her back and sat in the chair, took the flashlight from Yang Xu, and even smiled at him as a thank you.

She still looks the same as she just entered the door, and even the long hair in the shawl has not been messed up.Yin Tong watched her imitate Dong Tiantian's way and put the flashlight on the table, adjusted the aperture to point at herself, and illuminated a small area behind her by the way.

There is the door.

Yintong was suddenly a little curious, whether the player would have the idea of ​​running away in this dungeon.

However, before he had a rough outline of his thoughts, he was beaten to nothing by Su Xiao's gentle voice.The girl under the halo was as gentle as a neighbor's big sister. She brushed her drooping hair behind her ears and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm really not very good at telling ghost stories."

"So, let me tell you a story."