As the voice fell, only the eyes of Chu Ming were left in front of me.

His eyes widened in front of me.

They are old, and their eyes are clear and black and white.

His pupils were brown, and my face was reflected in his pupils.

As soon as I blinked, the reflection seemed to change, and the color of the eyelids changed.

I saw a purple, lavender, very light, almost white.

The smell of toilet fresheners and the smell of disinfectant water are mixed together, some pungent.

I looked around and saw a crack in the toilet cubicle.

The trace is lighter than the color of the wall paint, and it is easy to be ignored.

Traces extended, extending from the cubicle to another, and eventually to the corner of the wall at the end of the toilet.

It was like a deliberately drawing a trace of someone to separate the walls.

The ground had just been cleaned and there were no other traces in the toilet.

I quickly turned around and rushed out of the toilet.

At that moment, I felt the hysteria.

Turning my head, I saw a girl’s face.

The girl’s figure and the purple walls blended together and soon disappeared.

I rushed to the wall with my hands on it.

The pussy had dissipated, and there was no crack in the wall.

I turned around and left the toilet.

I went up the stairs next to me to the top floor.

The penthouse toilets, teacher lounges and classrooms were not unusual.

I was going downstairs, and the light caught a glimpse of the corridor window and saw a figure.

I jumped on the window, looked down below, and saw a shadow on the campus road below.

The girl was wearing a school uniform, stopped, and looked up at me.

I immediately went up the stairs.

Down to the third floor, I heard footsteps in the hallway.

I stopped again, and when I swung my head, I saw the girl open the middle classroom door and go in.

The footsteps were still very clear, and the sound of tables and chairs being pulled.

The girl was trying to seduce me.

She let me see her many times and let me run after her.

She didn’t want to escape.

As soon as the thought came out, I calmed down.

I walked to that classroom.

The classroom door is still open, and as soon as you step in, you can feel the filth.

The girl stood by the window behind the classroom, her hands holding the window sill and tiptoe.

The window opened and the wind blew her long hair.

Suddenly she put her hands hard, and the whole person turned out of the window and fell straight.

I took three steps and two steps, rushed to the window, and looked at it, there was nothing below.

I waited for a moment and saw a head sticking out of a second-floor window.

The girl showed the back of her head, looked down at the ground, and suddenly her head turned 180 degrees and her face rushed toward me.

Her face was a strange smile, all the muscles were pulled, and her eyes and mouth were deformed.

She slowly withdrew her head.

I walked out the back door of the classroom, not slowly underground.

The same classroom on the second floor, the door is open and there is no figure inside.

Just as I was about to leave, a body fell outside the window.

I looked up at the girl who fell in the middle.

There was no sadness on her face, no such strange expression as before, just looking at me in a numb look.

There seemed to be tears in her eyes.

Hush!

Indeed, it is a real sound.

I went in and stood by the window.

The girl lay on the ground with her legs and her limbs twisted.

Blood came down from under her, like a flower petal.

I felt the feline around me, and as soon as I looked up, I saw the reflection on the window.

Not just my reflection, but also the girl’s.

Her face was full of blood, standing beside me, her eyes glaring at me.

The next moment, she disappeared.

The body downstairs also disappeared, as if it had never been seen before.

I frowned, walked out of the classroom, to the first floor of the school building.

The structure of the layer is no different from the above layers.

I didn’t hear the sound here, I didn’t see any strange scenes, and I didn’t feel the mitvores.

The girl seemed to disappear completely.

It shouldn't be so.

I looked around and suddenly felt a look.

I turned around and saw another house, the school’s school building.

I had information on the school in my mind.

The girls should not have been there.Haunted rumors in the school only exist in the school building.

The music room, the computer room, and the laboratory were all in the school building, and the teacher's office accounted for only half of the building.

If it’s scary, those places are also appropriate.Girls have never done that.

I suddenly had a guess.

Maybe it’s because of the girl’s uniqueness.

She died so many years ago, lack of family upbringing, and has been lawless since then, but the scope of action is very limited.

She may not be able to understand so many modern teaching methods and can’t understand specialized functional classrooms.

Think about that clutter room, filled with sporting goods, books, and simple musical instruments and teaching utensils.

My consciousness was a little confused.

The body has entered the school building and looked at the simple schema in the school building.

I heard footsteps again, as if guiding me.

Walking through the school honor cabinet displayed in the lobby on the first floor, my afterglow glanced at the reflection on the glass of the cabinet.

The girl’s face is now visible.

In a group photo, I saw the girl’s face.

Like a poor computer puzzle, the girl's figure was too abrupt in that picture.

The footsteps continued to come out.

Entering the hallway on the first floor, I heard a blurry sound of music.

Two more steps, the door to the music room.

The doors of the music room were closed, and there were still music coming through the doors and walls.

I opened the door and the music stopped.

The lid of the piano is cluttered, the sound is also closed, and some small instruments are placed on the cabinet and arranged neatly.

The crude oil painting portraits of music famous people hang on the wall, each expression is serious, and they are watching the classroom.

Entering the room, I seemed to see the people in the paintings turning their eyes.

The most common horror scenes.Some ghosts are subconsciously frightening with this method when they persecute the living.Bad and meaningless.

That’s not the girl’s style.She should like to play the role of horror herself.

When!

Suddenly a loud noise broke out in the piano, as if someone had smashed the keys with both hands.

The bell...

A bell on the cupboard fell to the ground and made a series of crisp noises.

The next second, the sound started on its own, and the music played out, was a symphony version of a world famous song.

The impassioned music, after a dozen seconds, suddenly stopped and became the rustle of the current noise.

In the voice of the sand, the girl's whispers came from time to time.

I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I could clearly capture her voice.

Shasha...shashade...

Oh, hey.

The sound was closed.

I stepped forward, picked up the bell, and put it back on the cupboard.

The feeling of being watched came again.

Turning her head, I saw the girl standing at the door.

She ran away, her footsteps clamoring in the hallway.