How did Xiao Ming die?

I stood on the promenade for a long time, the light shining on the white snow dazzled my eyes.

"Why are you so dumbfounded?"

"what?"

I felt someone calling me from behind, so I turned around.

My vision gradually became clearer, and I found that I was still standing on the podium in the classroom with an eraser in my hand.

My deskmate lazily leaned against the desk, "I called you several times, but you didn't hear me."

The temperature around me tells me that it is summer now.

Then what I just said was all hallucinations.

"I...you!" I said incoherently, "I seem to have returned to the [-]th day of the college entrance examination just now, and you were at the scene of the crime, and you still told me it was a homicide!"

My deskmate raised his left eyebrow, and even pretended to be innocent, his face was coquettish.

"Really! I don't lie to you! Could it be that the deceased died unjustly? Dream! Possession! Illusion? I also saw that the deceased had the same face as mine!"

I was terrified to death, after all, the hallucination just now was too real!

My deskmate told me that I was overthinking.

I can't be happier either.

The more I thought about it, the more creepy I became. I insisted on going home, but my deskmate could only agree.

When we went back, we purposely took the inner staircase passing by the open-air corridor.

I want to go to the door of the long corridor to make sure, if the door is still the same as when I first came, I can feel at ease.

Yes, I want to see it too.

Then I freaked out.

The door that locked the corridor was indeed closed, but the handle was not at the same angle as before!

I am very keen on details. When I came here just now, I tried to open this door. When I let go, the doorknob was tilted downwards.

But now the doorknob is snapped to level up!There's no reason the doorknob would spin up by itself!

It has definitely been touched!

I yelled out loudly, and ran down three steps at a time.

I almost cried when I ran to the second floor.

Because I was at the same table, I didn't catch up!

What was even more frightening was that when I glanced down from the gap in the middle of the stairs, I saw the corner of his clothes!

He unexpectedly appeared on the first floor in an instant! !

Standing on the first floor stairs waiting for me!

I immediately turned around, went down to the second floor and ran directly to the corridor of the classroom, I was going to another staircase!

No matter how bad I am at sports, I still have 178 feet and long hands, and I feel windy when I run.

Just like flying, I appeared on the first floor.

The door was locked because the building was closed, so I had no choice but to escape by jumping out of the window.

Then, I knelt down.

I finally know why the water in the women's bathroom was cold when I washed my hands just now.

I also know why the window that my deskmate is leaning against has a rattling sound.

It was the sound of icing.

In midsummer when the outdoor temperature is 38°, all the windows in my teaching building are frozen.

Students who live in the Northeast should have experienced it, and this kind of situation will only happen in severe winter.There will be frost on the windows at that time, and after the frost melts, the water will freeze outside the windows.

The windows couldn't be opened at all.

When I think about it now, I also find it miraculous, because at that time, I returned to that feelingless mood again.

Just like my mood when I looked at the dead outside the window in the illusion.

Fear, panic, excitement, none of it.

My ears also became very quiet.

I walked calmly to the women's bathroom on the first floor and found a broom.Pull out the handle of the broom, it is wooden, and it is very convenient to carry in your hand.

Walking to a big window, he waved hard.Not moving at all.

I tried for a while, but to no avail.

Holy shit!

I turned around and yelled into the air, "Who the hell are you! Let's talk if you have anything to say!"

pat!

Felt something dripping on my neck.I think it's liquid, hot, and sticky.

I touched it with my hand and saw nothing.

Then, patter, another drop fell on my hand.

Is the tactile sensation real, or seeing nothing.

I looked up slowly.nothing.

pat, pat, pat.

The sound of liquid dripping became frequent.

I took a step and felt that my feet were sticky when I walked on the floor tiles.

It's just that I can't see it.

The fishy smell in the air told me it was probably blood, which made me quicken my pace to leave here.

Because the upper floor is higher, it will receive more sunlight.

Maybe the ice on the windows will melt easily. I'm going to try my luck on the second floor.

As soon as I stood firmly on the second floor, my whole body was shocked by the roar around me.

The doors of all the classrooms on the second floor were wide open, and the electric fans inside were all turned on to the maximum speed, spinning in unison.

The whole floor was buzzing with the sound of fans.

I didn't dare to go in, so I turned around and continued walking to the third floor.

The third floor was still a peaceful scene. I walked back to my classroom and tried to knock on the window.

The ice on the window has indeed melted a lot, I was too busy knocking on it to take a closer look.

But knocking and knocking, this weird feeling came up.

I took a few steps back and stood in the middle of the classroom.

I finally knew what was wrong.

Sunlight shines in from the window, usually there will be light blocks on the table.Because light travels in a straight line.

But the block of light in our classroom didn't fall on the desk, it all fell on the...

I looked up, on the roof.

I seem to be able to see the path of the light. The moment they pass through the window, they change the path abruptly and shine straight on the roof.

I just looked up in a daze.The originally quiet electric fan above the head was turned by an invisible force.

I remember the old electric fan that was in disrepair. It broke down in my sophomore year of high school.

Now, it is actually spinning precariously, and it makes a creaking sound from time to time.

It turned faster and faster, I was taken aback, and quickly dodged.

boom!

Sawdust scattered.

I fell heavily to the side, knocking down a piece of the table.

The old electric fan was spinning at high speed and fell down!Right where I was standing just now.

The desks there were smashed by the fans, and I could imagine my head being sliced ​​off by the falling fans.

Before I had time to rejoice, my chest felt hot, and a large amount of blood unceremoniously made me wet.

My neck was actually scratched by sawdust.

I quickly got up, covered my neck, and stumbled out.

I was very angry and wronged, pointing at the door of the open-air corridor weakly against the wall and said angrily, "I'm dead! I'll go find you! I can't kill you!"

Kara, that door is open.

With a hot breeze blowing in from the corridor, the door opened.

Someone came out from inside, oh yes, it's my deskmate.

He looks at me and I look at him.

He looked at me like he was looking at a dumbass.

I know.

He asked me, "What are you doing?"

I stare at him warily.

He finally showed some expression.

He rolled his eyes with a smile, tried his best to hold back his laughter and said, "It's really haunted!"

God, my dear deskmate, how can I be willing to be deceived by you with your acting skills.You definitely have a problem!

"Then are you human?" He actually asked me again.

"I'm the ghost!" I'm so angry, I'm so miserable that I'm still suspected!I still suspect you!

My deskmate looked at the large bloodstain on my half sleeve, finally couldn't hold back, and giggled, "This ghost is still hurting people! This is not good, this is wrong."

Ah ah ah ah ah ah!

His expression was saying, "To be hurt by a ghost like this, you idiot, you are so stupid."

Hemustbemy's tablemate bigbig is gone!

Mom told me it was wrong to fight.

So I just cried.

My deskmate took off the hand covering my neck and told me not to move.

Then he fiddled with an English weekly newspaper and slapped it on my neck.

Yes, I am a 178 handsome boy, not to mention blood on half of my sleeves, and a whole English weekly newspaper on my neck!

4 large color pages, Letuskeepourenvironmentcleanandsaveourbeautifulearth!

I started crying again.

My deskmate asked me not to cry, he said, this newspaper is very useful, absorbing water, look, your blood is no longer bleeding~ I cried so hard, I said, I bleed!So much blood!It was all sucked away by the newspaper, you see, this newspaper is soaked!

My deskmate hurriedly comforted me, it’s okay, it’s okay, look, I still have several here~ I’m going to scratch my deskmate, I said, the newspaper is not sterilized, I bleed a lot!I'm dying!

My deskmate said angrily, nonsense!These newspapers are all clean!

You are talking nonsense!These newspapers are obviously used by our class to pad the trash can!I saw everything you took out from there!

All in all, I probably used three sheets of newspaper and the bleeding stopped.

I folded the last newspaper to make it stick to my neck better.

Suddenly, my hands froze as I heard someone striding upstairs.

"Same?"

"What?"

"My boy?"

"roll."

Well, it's my deskmate.

"It's my brother, we should be the only ones here, I mean people!"

"Maybe"

"Then who is the person running upstairs?"

I look at my deskmate, and my deskmate looks at me.

I'm going to pee my pants, Maybe.

Afterwards, I literally beat the guy upstairs until he pissed his pants.

The man running upstairs is Xiao Yao, the Dayao who called me this morning.

I kicked him on the buttocks and scolded my mother, "I scared your father and me to death, scared your father and me to death!"

Xiao Yao hid, "Brother Ming, Father Ming! Wrong, wrong, really wrong!"

Together with Xiao Yao, there are Qian Duoduo and Wang Jiang from our class.

The three of them are the famous "Three Bitches" in our class, and they are busy haunting ghosts here, so I won't go into details.

Qian Duoduo is the brother Qian on the phone call in the morning. He said that after I refused their dinner on the phone, the three of them also felt bored, so they decided to go back to the old teaching building to have a nostalgia.

Like us, found haunted and couldn't get out.

I don't know about Wang Jiang, but based on my many years of practice in the open-air corridor, I know that there are more than a dozen girls in our grade group who have a crush on him.

In fact, I was a little scared of him, because General Wang is very famous in our school, and his reputation came from fighting.

This person is taciturn and defiant, and I haven't spoken to him as a classmate for three years.

I said hello to General Wang, but he really ignored me.

He glanced at my deskmate from the corner of his eye, then turned around and ran to stand by the window.

The same table said that the open-air corridor leads to the outside, and the five of us walked in the direction of the corridor.In the five-story teaching building, only the open-air corridor on the third floor is open.

It's the one in the falling case.

Standing on the promenade, feeling the outdoor wind, even though it is hot, makes me feel comfortable.

I yelled at people on the street and no one noticed us.

I looked downstairs again, the third floor, can't I fall to my death? !

I said, "Brothers, then... shall we dance?"

At this time, I saw four pairs of eyes saying to me, "Stupid--"

This corridor links our senior three teaching building and the laboratory building.Xiao Yao rushed to the opposite side of the long corridor and opened the door of the laboratory building.

"It's serious, the laboratory building is not locked for us!" Xiao Yao said in the tone of a Nianzigou village group.

Wang Jiang and Qian Duoduo followed Xiao Yao into the laboratory building, and I was the only one who held on to the railing of the corridor and did not let go.

My deskmate walked up to me, "Why don't we leave the laboratory building!"

The third floor and the laboratory building.

This long corridor, maybe just walked out of one cave, and is going to the next one.

Whether to quit the game is in my mind.

I looked downstairs again, the third floor, what if I fell to my death?

The sun was sinking, and the whole school under the afterglow was glowing with warm yellow.

I stared downstairs, the shadow of the whole school was cast on the ground, and there were two people standing in the corridor.

That's me at the same table.

The deskmate waited patiently for me, let's go, he said.

I let go of the railing, my deskmate turned around, and I followed him into the laboratory building.