Handbook of Laughing Girl

However, the fan had already started to rotate, and when it reached the maximum gear, it spun quickly, and kept moving around with the ribbon.

"Stop it!"

Mo Jingan hurriedly tried to turn off the fan, but her hand passed through that boy's hand, and she couldn't touch the switch.

"how come……"

Mo Jingan retracted his hand and looked at the skinny boy with unbearable eyes.

He is dead.

No matter how much the fan rotates, it can't carry a person. It just wraps the ribbon tightly, and keeps tightening.

"Stop...please..."

The boy was holding onto the silk ribbon, his face flushed.

"Aren't you going to play with us, you can solve it yourself and just pull the bow."

The girl stood by and spoke.

"save……"

Feeling almost suffocated, the boy hurriedly removed the bow tie on his neck.

It hurts... It hurts... I can't use strength, I can't see, where... Stop it! Damn fan!

The ribbon has been twisted into a knot pattern under the rotation of the fan, and the place where it touches the fan is about to be worn off by the fan blades.

"Why didn't you respond? It's not because you fainted."

"Who knows, it's too stupid, let him untie it by himself, but he can't untie it."

"Turn off the fan, it's a waste of electricity."

The ribbon is broken.

The boy fell to the ground, his eyes widening.

Mo Jingan turned his head unbearably, Zuo Zhi could not wait to shrink himself in Yan Zhuo's arms.

"he died!"

"No! I didn't do it. I don't know anything. You made me do it. It's none of my business."

"Yang Ling, don't shirk responsibility, you obviously tied the ribbon on him!"

"Don't be arguing, let's get him out as soon as there is no one here, and throw him into the alley, pretending that he has been **** to death. There is no blood here anyway."

"Quick, tear off the **** the fan."

Three boys and a girl just gathered around the corpse to discuss how to deal with it. The curtains in the classroom were still shabby, and the walls were painted off, and it was like another era in the distance.

Yu Xi pulled Mo Jingan toward her and looked at the fan.

The body is no longer far away, everyone is gone, and the classroom is empty.

The fan began to spin slowly by itself, squeak...squeak...

It turns faster and faster, like being controlled by something! It has already revealed crazy colors, and the speed can't be used in common sense. The harsh mechanical friction sound is sharp to break through the eardrum, just like a scream.

It seemed to fall, but it didn't. It stopped again, slowly and motionless.

A person sat on the fan, to be precise, a ghost.

Quantifiers are really magical things. When they were still humans, they were described by the individual's personalities. When people died and turned into ghosts, they would be described by words that describe animals.

The skinny boy sat on it, light and light, as if weightless.

Mo Jingan looked at him secretly, and met him fiercely.

"I've been thinking about why... Did I do something wrong... I tried so hard to have a good relationship with the people around me, I want to please everyone, I don't want to be hated, but why they just don't Be friends with me and don’t take me seriously...why..."

Those eyes were full of sadness, he stroked his neck and looked at Mo Jingan.

Mo Jingan's heart tightened, as if caught by something.

She stood stiffly on the spot, watching the ghost getting closer and closer to her.

The ghost is actually not ugly. It seems to be malnourished, so it is very thin, with dry and yellow hair, and a dark complexion.

Mo Jingan wanted to run and wanted to remind Yu Xi aloud, but Yu Xi did not move. She felt that the place where she and Yu Xi were holding hands had become cold and sticky.

What's wrong...Yu Xi...Run...

"Are you angry... when they laugh at you... why are they... smarter than you, powerful than you, they are jealous of you, envy you... so they exclude you... do you hate them?"

"Those who laugh at you, they want to climb up, don't those girls just dress up and understand what is trendy dress... Why do they laugh at you for being rustic?"

"They hate it, right...the ugly face...all is wiped out...that way...no one will laugh at you...you are so good...the teacher likes you...good grades... Jianyou... they should all be friends with you... proud of you..."

The evil spirit's voice was like a knife, and it stabbed Mo Jingan's heart fiercely.

For all creatures in this world, being liked is a very happy thing, and no creature wants to be disgusted.

Everyone likes to be loved, paid, and cared for by others.

Mo Jingan is also eager to be liked by everyone, and with the increase of age, the realization of this wish is minimal.

She began to understand that she couldn't make everyone like herself, and she couldn't even make some people like herself.

She has excellent grades, but so what, every time she sees the small group gathered together, she is very envious.

She sometimes hates the world, there are so many people who ridicule her, and so many people who are sitting on the sidelines, but...

"Go away."

Mo Jingan forcefully pushed away the ghost that had already floated in front of her.

Bumped into... pushed away...

"What's wrong with you, Mo Jingan! Mo Jingan!"

Yu Xi shook Mo Jingan's shoulder.

"What's wrong with me?"

Mo Jingan felt the warmth in the palm of his hand, Mo Jingan took his hand out of Yu Xi's hand, rubbed his clothes fiercely, and then held Yu Xi tightly.

"You just walked in and stood under the fan. I felt something was wrong, so I tugged you and couldn't move. I just shook you sober."

Yu Xi pulled Mo Jingan to the door, ready to step out.

Mo Jingan was cold in his mouth, looked at the stationary electric fan, panicked, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Suddenly there was a film at the door, which twisted into a whirlpool shape. Yu Xi wanted to step out, but it seemed to hit a wall.

Upon seeing this, Yan Zhuo Limara grabbed Yu Xi's hand, and his hand passed through the vortex with ease, and grabbed Yu Xi's hand. The hand was cold and there was no temperature at all.

"Pull."

Yan Zhuo tried hard to pull Yu Xi out.

Yu Xi suddenly widened his eyes and waved his hands desperately at Yan Zhuo.

One of Yu Xi's hands is holding Mo Jingan, and the other hand is shaking...

The hand held by Yan Zhuo!

When Yan Zhuo saw something bad, he wanted to release it immediately and then come out, but there was a strong suction force that forced him to move inside.

"what happened to you?"

Zuo Zhi panicked and took Yan Zhuo's hand, trying to pull him out.

"Don't touch me, go quickly, get out of here, that thing is inside."

Yan Zhuo pushed away Zuo Zhi's hands vigorously, and most of his body had been pulled in.

"No, I want to follow you!"

Zuo Zhi looked at the dark outside of the teaching building, hugged Yan Zhuo's waist, and was pulled in with Yan Zhuo.

Zhao Shu quickly grabbed Zuo Zhi's clothes and was sucked in with them.

"It's a ghost."

Zuo Zhi raised his eyes and glanced at the fan, and immediately fell into Yan Zhuo's arms and dared not move.

Mo Jingan also hugged Yu Xi, not daring to look up.

Yu Xi touched Mo Jingan's hair and comforted her silently.

Yan Zhuo looked at the young man who was sticking to him with a look of death. Zuo Zhi was unmoved, and he still hugged Yan Zhuo firmly.

"Don't look at me, I won't be separated from you!"

Zuo Zhi roared, and then immediately shrank.

Among the few people, only Yan Zhuo looked the most powerful and reliable.

The corners of Zhao Shu's mouth twitched, and he looked at the pair of women and men who were hugging together, and then at the pair of men and men who were hugging each other, and helplessly faced the ghost who seemed not in good shape.

"what is your purpose?"

"Purpose……?"

The ghost seemed to be laughing, he dangled his two legs, but the fan remained steady.

"Guess it."

He really laughed, the laughter was dull, and the people listening were uncomfortable at all.

"None of us wants to play games with you. I don't know how you got us in, but you are dead."

Zhao Shu's tone is not good. She hasn't finished her homework yet, wasting time.

The words ‘playing a game’ seemed to have hit the ghost’s explosive spot, and all the fans in the classroom whirled, making a harsh, noisy sound.

Zhao Shu's pupils tightened, but there was no sound in her mouth. She ran quickly, trying to land in a safe place.

"Didn't you see it, hurry up!"

Zhao Shu growled behind him.

The huge fan flew obliquely and hit the podium. The fan blades were still running fast and continuously, which seemed very sharp.

Zhao Shu felt that her arm was cut open, and the blood was flowing down. It hurts very much. She endured the pain and ran away quickly.

"Nothing."

Yu Xi calmly looked at Zhao Shu who was running.

"what?"

Zhao Shu looked at her.

"There is no danger, so there is no need to run."

Zhao Shu wanted to show her the wound, but saw that the clothing on his arm was intact, there was no blood stains, and there was nothing.

Zhao Shumeng looked back at the podium. Sure enough, there was no broken movement on the podium. Zhao Shu breathed a sigh of relief. He recovered but saw the wall close at hand.

"You just ran into it from there."

Yu Xiang raised his chin.

Zhao Shu twisted his delicate eyebrows, retreated between Yu Xi and Yan Zhuo, and the five people gathered together.

"This is not a door, you can't get out."

Yan Zhuo touched the whirlpool.

"What was there that you just saw?"

Yu Xi pointed to the wall and asked Zhao Shu.

"It's an open space, there are windows."

Zhao Shu pointed to another part of the wall, but there were no windows, and the white wall paint reflected pale light.

"So, maybe this is also an illusion. It's not a door there. The door is somewhere else?"

Mo Jingan spoke, and she pushed her eyes, looking calm.

A ghost is a supernatural phenomenon. It uses a special interference magnetic field to produce the illusion of insanity, which leads to death.

If what the eyes see is not true and what they hear is not true, then where is the truth...?

They only have one idea, escape!

escape! escape! escape!

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