The male protagonist of the quick wear is obsessed with me

While Wei Mingyu was bickering with Changsheng, they arrived at the girls' dormitory of Ningde Middle School.

It was a six-story building with 12 dormitories on each floor. Eight people lived in each dormitory, and the balconies were equipped with iron fences to prevent people from climbing in from outside.

The dormitory building doesn't look like a big deal from the outside. It's not as eerie and scary as the Sixian Building. It's just a normal middle school dormitory. If it weren't so quiet, there would be no problem at all.

Wei Mingyu walked around the dormitory building outside and found several different dormitories.

For example, the windows of the dormitory manager's room on the first floor were covered with newspapers and other things, making it pitch black and impossible to see what was going on inside. The girl got closer but still couldn't see clearly. When she turned her head away, she immediately felt a resentful gaze staring at her back, which made her feel a chill down her spine.

【Upper left corner.】

Wei Mingyu looked over as Changsheng had suggested, and discovered that in the middle of the newspaper pasted on the window, what she had mistakenly thought were two bold black numbers 0 were actually a pair of pitch-black eyes.

When the owner of the eyes noticed her gaze, he immediately became excited, and his eyeballs turned completely dirty black, staring at her with a strong greedy desire, not hiding the idea of ​​devouring her at all.

This seems to be a hungry evil creature hiding in the darkness, wanting to devour flesh and blood.

Wei Mingyu took a casual look and left, as she had not checked other places.

There is also something strange about the balcony of 301 on the third floor of the dormitory building. The cactus planted in that corner is different from those in other places. Not only are the roots and stems as thick as thighs, but the epidermis is also blood red, and the plant meridians on it are densely distributed like human blood vessels, which looks extremely creepy.

On the balcony of dormitory 414 on the upper floor, there is a life-size doll hanging. It is a very lifelike one, with a big head and a small body, pale skin with fine hairs. It sways and rustles when the wind blows, and its tightly closed eyes seem to open in the next second. From a distance, it looks like a living being.

"Aren't there only 12 dormitories on one floor of the dormitory building? Where does 414 come from?"

The girl counted several times and there were still 14 rooms. It seemed that the dormitories on the 4th floor were forced into two dormitories by an unknown entity, and they could not be noticed from the outside.

She didn't care if she couldn't figure it out and continued to move forward.

The rooftop of the dormitory building looked much more normal, except for the large number of quilts and blankets drying on it, all white, as if it were a funeral, which made people's scalps tingle.

"There are quite a few ghosts here. Let's start cleaning up downstairs first and catch the turtle in the jar."

Wei Mingyu landed lightly outside the door of the dormitory on the first floor. Opposite her was the dormitory of the dormitory manager, and there was a photo of the manager on the door.

After passing through the iron gate of the dormitory building, she reached out and knocked on the door with the words "Dormitory Management Office" written on it.

"Hey, is anyone there?"

This scene made the handsome young man who was standing under the osmanthus tree observing from a distance pause, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up.

"I'm coming in."

Wei Mingyu greeted politely and pushed the door open before floating in.

The dormitory was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers in front of you, as if it was shrouded in thick fog. There was no light at all in broad daylight, and the sunlight couldn't shine inside.

As soon as she entered, the door behind her slammed shut, as if someone was standing behind the door, locking the door immediately after someone came in to prevent the prey from leaving.

The girl didn't turn around to see what was going on. She frowned and stared at the dark shadow in front of her.

The door leading to the balcony of the dormitory was also closed. The transparent glass was covered with a thick layer of newspaper, making it impossible to see what was happening outside. However, the paper on the top was probably too old. As the dormitory door closed, a breeze blew, causing the paper at the corners to collapse a little, and a ray of light shone down from above, allowing people to barely see what was happening in the dormitory.

In the empty and dark room, there was only a small stool besides the bed in the corner.

A blurry black shadow was sitting on a stool with its back to the girl, its body slightly hunched, its hands constantly entwined in front of its body, apparently knitting a sweater.

It’s just that the silk thread used to weave sweaters is so terrible that it makes people feel sick just by looking at it.

The basin that girls used to wash their faces was placed casually on the ground. A pile of black hair was soaked in the blood water with a fishy smell. As the needles made of pale bones were weaving, the blood and black colors were perfectly blended together to form a bloody sweater.

As if it had sensed the arrival of a guest, the hunched black figure slowly turned its head, and a face without skin or facial features but with blood-red muscles exposed appeared in front of the girl. Eyeballs that looked like they were made of hair were moving in the empty eye sockets, staring at the girl closely with a hint of greed, "Classmate, are you lost?"

The hoarse and unpleasant sound like nails scratching glass echoed in the dormitory, giving people goose bumps.

But the girl didn't feel anything. She tilted her head and asked innocently, "Are you an old woman or a grandfather?"

That's right, she found that the person in front of her was not the dormitory manager at all, but a skinny man. She could tell he was her even without any facial features.

"Haha, classmate, you have a good eye. I'm the dormitory manager. Auntie has gone home for something." The black shadow was not afraid of being discovered. She knitted the sweater in her hands faster and faster. The wet hair in the washbasin slid to the side, revealing a familiar face.

It was the face of the dormitory manager posted outside the door!

The skin exposed under her hair was wrinkled and white, with dense spots on it that looked like long-rotten mold, which made people feel nauseous.

The shriveled man who called himself "dorm manager uncle" seemed fine and was still knitting the blood-red sweater in his hands. While "he" was pulling his hair, his head turned slowly, and a trace of sticky and smelly blood flowed from his dark eye sockets and dripped into the basin, making a slight "pop" sound.

As he moved, the air around him suddenly became extremely cold, and thin, strange black smoke rose from the dirty washbasin, wrapping around him like a poisonous snake.

At the same time, the "dormitory manager uncle" suddenly looked up and opened his mouth wide!