As Qiu Ming finished speaking, only Qiu Ming's eyes remained in front of me.

His eyes magnified in front of me.

He is obviously an older person, but his eyes are extremely clear and black and white.

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

As I blinked my eyes, the reflection seemed to have changed, and the color of my pupils also changed.

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

The smell of toilet freshener and disinfectant were mixed together, which was a bit pungent.

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

The trace is lighter than the wall paint and can easily be ignored.

The traces extend, from the compartment to another compartment, and finally to the corner of the wall at the end of the toilet.

This is like a trace that someone deliberately cuts out, cutting the wall apart.

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

I quickly turned around and flushed out of the toilet.

Just then, I felt the yin energy.

Turning around, I saw a girl.

The girl's figure merged with the purple wall and disappeared quickly.

I rushed to the wall and pressed my hand against it.

The Yin energy has dissipated and there are no cracks on this wall.

I turned around and left the bathroom.

I went upstairs from the stairs next to me and reached the top floor.

There is nothing unusual about the toilet on the top floor, the teacher's lounge and the classroom.

I was about to go downstairs, and I saw a figure after a glimpse of the corridor window.

I rushed to the window and looked down below and saw a figure on the campus road below.

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

I rushed to the stairs immediately.

Going down to the third floor, I heard footsteps coming from the corridor.

I stopped again, shook my head and saw the girl opening the door of a classroom in the middle and walking in.

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

This girl is deliberately seducing me.

She made me see her many times and asked me to chase her.

She didn't want to escape.

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

I walked towards that classroom.

The classroom door is still open, and as soon as you step in, you can feel a hint of yin energy.

The girl stood by the window behind the classroom, holding the windowsill with her hands and standing on tiptoe.

The window was opened and the wind blew her long hair.

She suddenly exerted her hands and flipped out of the window and fell straight down.

I took two steps at a time, rushed to the window, looked out and saw that there was nothing below.

I waited for a while, and sure enough, I saw a head stretching out from the window on the second floor.

The girl showed the back of her head, looked down at the ground, and suddenly her head turned one hundred and eighty degrees and her face rushed towards me.

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

She slowly withdrew her head.

I walked out of the back door of the classroom and went downstairs slowly.

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

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

I met the girl who fell from the building.

She had no sadness or joy on her face, and did not make the strange expression she had just now, but just looked at me numbly.

Tears seemed to flow out of her eyes.

Bang!

The real sound of landing.

I walked in and stood by the window to observe.

The girl lay on the ground with her back and forked, her limbs and joints twisted.

Blood penetrated from under her, like stretched petals.

I felt the yin energy around me, and when I raised my eyes, I saw the reflection on the window.

Not only my reflection, but also girls.

Her face was covered in blood, and she stood beside me, staring at me.

The next second, she disappeared.

The bodies downstairs also disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

I frowned, walked out of the classroom, and arrived at the first floor of the teaching building.

The structure of the first 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 yin energy.

The girl seemed to have completely disappeared.

That shouldn't be the case.

I looked around and suddenly felt a line of sight.

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

The school message emerged in my mind.

The girl probably hasn't been there. The haunted rumors in the school only exist in the teaching building.

The music room, computer room, and laboratory are all in the academic affairs building, and the teacher's office only accounts for half of that building.

If it is to be scary, those places are also suitable. It's just that the girl has never done this before.

I suddenly had some guesses.

Perhaps it is because of the girl's unique background.

She died so many years ago, lacking family education, and has been lawless since then, but her range of actions is very limited.

She may not be able to understand so many modern teaching methods and special functional classrooms.

Think about the utility room, where the stuff piled up include sports goods, books, simple musical instruments and teaching tools...

My consciousness was dazed for a moment.

My body has entered the Academic Affairs Building and has checked the simple diagram in the Academic Affairs Building.

I heard footsteps again, as if guiding me.

Walking past the school honor cabinet displayed in the lobby on the first floor, my light caught a glimpse of the reflection on the cabinet glass.

The girl's figure appears and disappears.

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

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

The sound of footsteps continued to spread.

Entering the corridor on the first floor, I heard blurry music.

After two more steps, you will be the door to the music room.

The door of the music room was closed, and music was still coming out through the door and the wall.

I opened the door and the music stopped suddenly.

The piano lid is closed, the speaker is closed, and some small instruments are placed on the cabinet, arranged neatly.

The crude oil paintings of famous musicians were hung on the wall, each with serious expressions, staring at the classroom.
To be continued...