I was in no hurry to get out, but the pace also accelerated a lot.

From the music classroom, follow the footsteps, into another corridor, is the art classroom.

There are a lot of student paintings on this corridor, all of which are normal.The paintings in the classroom are all based on the girl.

Oil paintings, watercolors, sketches, cartoons... all are the girl’s appearance, and it’s all her back and side-faced posture.

The girl in the picture seems to turn around at any time and face me completely.

She seems to be alive and free to move.

She is a ghost.

I did not create fear.

I was like an observer, watching quietly.

There was no yin in the room, and the girl was not here.

I went back to the hallway and saw that the paintings in the hallway had become girls.

The same back, sideways posture, but in these paintings, the girl's eyes seem to be looking at me.

I walked down the corridor and felt that the paintings had become watchers.

Even though those eyes made me uncomfortable, I still didn’t get scared.

On the first floor there are only music classrooms and art classrooms.

On the second floor, the laboratory.

Physical, biological, and chemical laboratories are separated and divided into different classrooms.

The plastic skeletons and plastic mannequins in the biological laboratory did not move, and the runways, cars, and small balls in the physics laboratory did not move without authorization.In the chemical laboratory, there was no strange chemical smell, and no light and heat reaction was seen.

Everything at this level is normal.

That girl is not here.

I stood in the hallway window looking out and saw no figure.

She is missing.

Just as I was thinking so, the radio in the hallway rang the bell.

The music was soothing that it was over in ten seconds.

I raised my head and looked up the stairs.

During the holidays, these broadcasts do not sound for no reason.

I went upstairs and passed the empty teacher’s office.

On the sixth floor, the computer room, the school radio is also here.

It's quieter here.

There was only my footsteps in the hallway, and the sound of the car engine outside didn’t come in.

The air is very depressing, like air conditioning, making people feel sultry.

As I passed the computer room, through the glass window, I saw a row of neatly arranged computers inside.

As I walked through this room, the computer screens were on at the same time.

A video was played out, which looked like surveillance, but suddenly pulled closer, giving the woman in the picture a close-up.

The woman felt nothing, looking at the distant scenery on the balcony.

Just looking at that distance will make life feel dangerous.

The person or thing that shoots is right at the woman’s fingertips.In contrast, he can also push the woman down the balcony as soon as he can reach out.

Maybe not so much trouble.

My heart suddenly mentioned the voice, calm is not there.

I subconsciously took the first two steps and the body was attached to the glass window of the classroom.

The glass window showed my reflection, and a girl's reflection.

The same scene as before.

“That, not me.”The girl whispered in my ear.

My brain reacts instantly.

And another ghost!

I turned around and threw out the piece of paper I held in my hand.

The paper burned, and I heard the girl’s shriek.

Her voice was like a howl of pain, and a mad laugh.

I don’t know if I attacked her.

Her face disappeared.

I couldn’t take care of anything, just opened my legs and rushed to the stairs.

I flew into the underground building, running all the way, walking in a straight line, and overturning the wall out of the school.

Running like this is hard for me.

I am no longer a 20-year-old boy.

Even in order to work, but also because of the habit, to maintain the habit of exercise, but this kind of hard running, still let my lungs, heart feel pain.

The source of the more pain is fear.

There was a ghost next to her.

She is dangerous.

She is in danger!

Can I make use of what I left her?

Can the talisman I made and the fray under the cloth kill the ghost?

As long as you can protect her...

She was in the neighborhood next door to the school.

Every time I come here, I rent a short-term apartment nearby.

I would hang out with her shopping in the city.

Too big!

You should look for the green ones!

Shouldn’t have brought her!

I had all sorts of thoughts in my head, remembering the little bits and pieces of getting along with her.

“Amin...”

The woman’s surprised voice stopped me.

I turned my head and saw the woman coming up to me with a plastic bag containing vegetables.

“How do you deal with it in school?”What happened?”She came step by step toward me.

There are pedestrians on the street.Those people would have looked at me curiously.Because I ran away, a lot of people came to see.

I gasped, slowly calmed down, and looked around first.

There is no strange sight.

“Amin, what happened to you?What happened?”The woman came up to me.

“You are not at home?”I asked.

The woman mentioned the plastic bag, “I went to buy food.”Do you eat a doll at night?I wanted to buy vegetables.”

She said the tidbits.

She never asked me about my work, and I took the initiative to mention it every time.

She wasn’t afraid or unconcerned, just worried about putting too much pressure on me.

She’s not in our circle, and she still wants to live a normal life instead of dealing with ghosts.

I slowly calmed down.

Next time, I shouldn’t have brought her.

She didn’t like these...

Even couples don’t need to be involved so much.

My parents and I are not in the same situation.

There is no need...

“Amin?”

I raised my head.

“You have finished your work?Let's go home."She said with a smile.

I thought of the picture I saw in the computer room and nodded.

I walked in front and first stepped into the room and let her wait outside a little.

There is nothing unusual in the room.

It's so weird.

She walked in and went straight into the kitchen without asking me what was happening at school.

I looked at her back.

She hummed the song, very methodically packed the food she had just bought, and took the meat out of the refrigerator.

She took out the kitchen knife, cut the meat, and called me.

“Don’t look at it.Please wash my food.”

I walked over, picked up my sleeves, washed my hands, and began washing the doll dishes.

億億, 億, . . .

Knives and chopping boards collide.

This scene makes me so familiar.

My heart gradually settled.

億億, 億, . . .

I smelled the blood.

Does frozen meat smell like this?

I felt the blood in my eyes, turned my head.

She was beside me, a knife, and fell on her own hands.Her whole arm had been chopped.

Her face was stained with blood, turned her head, and smiled at me.