ghost or not

53:[-], University of S, the fifth floor of Teaching Building No. [-].

Girl A held her backpack and walked out of the women's bathroom quickly.Friend B who was waiting outside said casually, "Don't wash your hands?"

Girl A shook her head stiffly.

Friend B saw that her expression was wrong, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

A hesitated and lowered his voice: "I... just now I heard someone crying in the toilet."

"Who is in a bad mood, broken in love?"

"No, it's the cry of a child...it's a baby."

B pushed A, smiled and said, "Don't be silly."

"I didn't make up a story." A reluctantly smiled, "Maybe the horror movie I watched yesterday was too scary...I don't know...Go to eat, everyone is gone."

B didn't care about A's incoherent speech at all, and began to discuss the ten thousand-year problem "what to eat" intently.

Zhang Zhiping, who happened to be three or four meters behind the two of them, was very concerned.He turned back and went back to the bathroom. This time he didn't enter the men's room, but lingered at the door of the women's room.

At this time, 28 minutes had passed since the last class ended, and the class schedule on the fifth floor itself was very small, and the corridors on the entire floor were empty—except for the temporary dressing room for the school's top ten singer competition, which started at [-] o'clock in the evening.

Considering that someone would pass by, Zhang Zhiping didn't stop any longer.After closing his eyes to perceive for ten seconds, he flipped his wrist, and a rose-colored blade flashed between his fingers.

Zhang Zhiping carved a triangular pattern on the outer wall of the women's toilet.

He had just finished engraving, when a girl leaned out half of her body from the classroom not far away, and hurriedly shouted: "That handsome guy on the tenth, come here quickly, it's your turn to touch up your makeup!"

The handsome guy Zhang responded with a smile, and hurried over.

A person turned out from the north staircase at the corner of the toilet, staring at Zhang Zhiping's back expressionlessly until he disappeared from sight.

The mass of rotting flesh hanging on the man's chest suddenly let out a sharp cry.It turned out to be a bloody baby, its cry was harsh, and it was crying and laughing.