The dormitory is loudly commanded, but few students are obedient.

The teachers at the school also came running, and they were all at a loss.

“Did you call the police?”

"Report it, it's coming."

“You need to call the principal, right?”

“Where is the teacher?”

The teachers discussed.They were all teachers who had just taught students.At this point, there are not many teachers in the school.

Ambulances and police cars came in from outside the school.

Two girls looked at the cars.

“Hello!”The long-sleeved girl held her companion’s hand, stared at her eyes, and stared in one direction.

“What happened?”Her companion asked nervously, looked at her, and followed her eyes.

The long-sleeved girl saw a black cat.

The kitten squatted under the sidewalk tree, not conspicuous.It was as if looking at the crowd, as if watching the police cars and ambulances coming in.

Her partner was still asking, “What’s going on?What do you see?”

The students were finally dispersed and gave up a path.

Two girls followed the crowd.

The long-sleeved girl hesitated.

Because the crowd was blocking, she could no longer see the tree, the cat.

Now they saw the car that had just been around.

The car looks familiar.

“The baby!My baby!"The middle-of-the-life woman sat on the ground, crying miserably.

Like her husband's man, he was in a thaiku and sat next to her.

There was no one in the car.

The two girls heard the conversation.

“I hit their son...”

“He was driving his father.”

“Drinking, right?I just saw him go straight in...”

“Look at the tires.Is there blood on it?”

“Isn’t that the tires that run over that man?”

The two girls twisted their necks and tried to see the wheel.

On the black tires, there seemed to be red blood.

The body was on the other side of the car, still under the wheel.

They both thought of the cat.

The long-sleeved girl turned her head and pulled her companion out, and finally saw the tree.

Under the tree, nothing.

As if I had just seen it, I was just looking into my eyes.

She hesitated, wanting to say something to her partner.

Her companion looked white, her body trembling, as if very cold.Just beside her, the woman in the cotton robe clung to her body, and the dark eyes kept looking at her.

The long-sleeved girl did not see the woman in the cotton robe.She just thought what happened today was a panic.Her friends didn’t look very well either.

“Let’s go back to the dormitory."Go through the door."The long-sleeved girl said.

Her companion nods his head.

The two men walked around the dormitory area with many others.

The street lamp shone on them, and the shadow of three people was projected on the ground.

Meow –

There is a cat barking, uploaded from the grass of the school and the treetops.

On the full moon in the sky, there is a strange human shadow.The outline of the shadow is not exactly human form, but two horns grow, but not much time, the horn disappears, and the shadow becomes a human.

The wind.

The mist covered the moon and covered the shadow of the moon.

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On the screen of the notebook, the QQ group window occupies a large space in the center.

The words “Awesome Readers” are written on the top of the window.Three hundred people, all three hundred people online.

The last line of the story is “The new book has been sent!The title of the book, please support me!

The person in front of the desk stared at the screen for a while, the mouse clicked everywhere, opened some things casually to see, and returned to the window of the QQ group.

The latest news is still on the one she just sent.

She had some doubts, but looking at the time, she closed the QQ and turned off the computer.

She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth.

Her own face appeared in the mirror.

She turned off the bathroom light and walked out of the bathroom.

The light from the bedroom shot out of the room and slightly illuminated the inside.

In the dark bathroom, several faces appeared in the mirror, as if the bathroom was full of people.

The woman had returned to the bedroom and lay down in bed.

She picked up the phone by the pillow and looked at the news.

No one answered.

Her fingers swung around the screen and clicked on the red envelope.

The red envelopes were sent out, and the screen of the thought did not appear.

She felt strange, switched a group, and sent another message out.

She still got no response.

She was a little sleepy, thinking that she would get up tomorrow and look at it, and if she couldn't, she would land again and reinstall it.

Set an alarm on her phone, she pressed off the screen and put the phone to one side.

Take off her glasses, turn off the bedside lamp, turn over in bed, choose a comfortable position, and close her eyes.

There is only a little moonlight left in the room.

The curtains were drawn, and the moonlight came in through the window and through the curtains, and the light was weak.

A little bit of light was quickly engulfed in darkness.

There were many shadows in the room.

They appeared out of thin air, stood in the room, and filled it.

They all looked down at the people in bed.

She heard a little noise.

Not the sound coming out of the window, but coming through the door.

She was familiar with the sound and heard it every day.

It was the sound of the notebook being opened, the slight sound of the notebook fan operating and the prompt sound of the system opening.

She opened her eyes.

She didn’t seem to see anyone in the room.

She sat up, without glasses, and found her slippers with intuition.

When she stood up, the full house disappeared.

She went straight to the bedroom door and saw the light.

Light from the library.

The screen of the notebook was bright, white.

She walked into the study room, thinking whether the system was automatically upgraded, and wondering if she had just clicked the wrong option, and chose to restart.

There was only a bright light in front of her.

So she bent down, bowed her head, and approached the computer screen, trying to see what was on it.

The screen is the desktop computer, no prompt box.

She moved her mouse and clicked on the Start Menu.

At this time, she found that on the glowing screen, in addition to reflecting her face, she also reflected a lot of figures behind her.

She saw a lot of chest.

Because of the location of the notebook, she could not see their faces.

Her brain was in a blank.

Suddenly, she was pushed from the back.

Her face hit the computer screen.

Oh yeah!

The screen of the notebook seems to be pressed from the back.

For a moment, the notebook was completely closed.

Her body fell to her knees, along the chair and desk, and slowly fell down.

The break in her neck is not very neat, like a plastic bag pulled open, and the break is squeezed into a line.

The edge of the notebook hangs some ground meat.

The blood flowed out of the gap in the notebook, dripping, falling on the table.

The moon came through the window.

There are no curtains to block.

The man standing side by side was bathed in the moonlight, with his eyes hanging without expression, looking down at the corpse on the ground.

The wind began to rise outside the window, and clouds covered the moon.

Like someone using an eraser to erase the marks on the paper, the shadows in the room disappeared one by one.

The room was completely dark.