Carrying the coffin board of the senior sister

Fang Yi is also afraid of being watched, but when the subject is replaced by a ghost, her sense of discomfort is much less.

The malice in the eyes of living people is always hidden behind other emotions, sanctimonious, hypocritical, gray, impure, not like ghosts, their thoughts about you will be revealed in the eyes, nothing else, just want If you die, you will become their kind, it doesn’t matter if you don’t, in short, death is the right thing to do.

Fang Yiyi's way of coping is also straightforward and unaffected, just do it and get it done.

Two cymbals merged fiercely——'duang~~~'

Very loud in the silent corridor.

The ghosts in Class [-] were startled, they no longer looked like good students who were doing the questions quietly, one by one scrambled towards Fang, and the corridor was crowded with walking mummies for a while.

Before Fang Yiyi went up to meet him, he said to Ai Pengtao: "Looking at it this way, your group of ghosts are still smart, knowing that they can't beat them and they won't go up."

After the words fell, before Ai Pengtao could react, he disappeared in place like an arrow flying off the string.

……

Ai Pengtao held Fang Yiyi to bring it back, and his classmate's phone case was in a daze.

A few lines of small characters were written on the inside of the phone case with a blue ballpoint pen: Ai Pengtao borrowed 15 yuan, Ai Pengtao borrowed 15 yuan, Ai Sunzi borrowed [-] yuan... Later, someone used a red ballpoint pen to make a supplement: Tuesday repays [-] yuan RMB, [-] RMB on Sunday...'

"I saw your name on it." Fang Yiyi and Ai Pengtao sat side by side on the fence wall of the playground, while flipping through the papers in their hands, they dangled their legs, seemingly inadvertently giving Ai Peng Tao explained that the shadows of the two were behind the right side, stretching very long.

After Fang Yiyi's massacre-style baptism, the rising sun finally moved its position and turned into a setting sun, but the color deepened a lot, from bright red blood to oxidized black blood red.

There is a little bit of a war imminent, and the wind and rain are about to come.

Most of the names on these lists have a strong sense of age, and many of them have their own characters. Together with their surnames, the difference is only the last word. It can be roughly inferred the time period when the school accident happened, and Ai Pengtao’s classmates It is marked at the end, and there are several modern names on them, which seem to be out of place with the first string. The most exaggerated thing is that there is a student with an English name in class three.

Fang Yi also guessed that every time a person dies in this school, a new student will be added to the school, and that person's name will also be added to different classes.

Fang Yi also thought about it for a moment, found out the list of the fifth class, and lit it with Youlan Minghuo's lighter.

The paper named after the seating chart twitched and twitched, emitting thick black smoke, as if struggling and screaming, immature grimaces appeared one after another, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When the last face appeared, Ai Pengtao exclaimed beside him: "Zheng Heping!"

The paper turned into fly ash and disappeared.

The sun sank a little.

Fang Yi also jumped down from the railing, his clothes fluttering, and landed firmly on the ground.

She patted the dirt and rust on her hands, raised her head slightly and said, "Let's go to the principal's office."

"Ah? What are you doing in the principal's office?"

Fang Yi also said: "Go and see if there is a list of teachers and students in the whole school. It's getting dark, good children should go home!"

"And," Fang Yiyi continued: "If there is really someone behind the scenes, it's about time they appeared."

Ai Pengtao supported the railing with one hand, and jumped off like Fang Yiyi. When he landed, he didn't hear what was behind him, and asked, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly just now."

"It's okay, let's go." Fang Yiyi waved his hands, and walked further and further away, leaving Ai Pengtao with a chic back.

Ai Pengtao: "..."

Without Fang Yiyi by his side, a gust of cold wind blew through the back of his neck, he shivered suddenly, touched the goose bumps on his arms, and raised his feet to chase after him.

"Sister wait for me!"

The Academic Affairs Office is not far from the playground, but it has been in disrepair for a long time. The large characters of the Academic Affairs Office are broken and peeled off, hanging on the tall building precariously.

Fang Yi also said to Ai Pengtao: "I bet the sign will fall."

Ai Pengtao followed and looked up. Facing the setting sun, the shadow that should have fallen to the east fell on his feet impartially. It was weird and abnormal, but even so, it didn't look like it was about to fall. He couldn't help but ask: "Why?"

Fang Yi also recalled the ghost movies that Li Ting had watched. Although she didn't follow along with them, she inevitably glanced at them a few times and vowed, "This is how they are all shot in the movies."

"Oh." The little boy in the study period who was less than ten years old was ignorant.

Then he was pulled hard by Fang Yiyi, and with a deafening bang, the word 'jiao' from the Academic Affairs Office hit him on the spot where he was just standing.

If Fang Yiyi hadn't pulled him, he would have been crushed to death by now.

Ai Pengtao was dumbfounded.

"Two!" Fang Yi counted leisurely, pushed him away, and dodged to the side.

This time, the word '处' was smashed down, and the floor tiles were smashed to pieces.

"one!"

Ai Pengtao didn't even think about it, and rolled to the side with his head in his arms. The upper part of the last word "交" fell beside him, and the lower part fell beside Fang Yiyi.

Ai Pengtao was choked by the raised dust, coughed violently, and said while coughing: "My sister is so powerful."

Fang Yiyi was also a little shocked: "I just said it casually...so art really comes from life."

Although it can't do any harm, it's annoying to keep hiding like this. Fang Yiyi pinched the corner of his clothes expressionlessly, looking at the mud marks that could only be washed with water, and frantically searched for countermeasures in his mind.

In the end, Fang Yiyi took the cymbal, silently recited the song, and knocked it hard.

'duang~~~~'

The louder the cymbal fan, the louder the sound, not crisp, Fang Yiyi's is the biggest, for a moment, like the sound of an iron pot lid being knocked, lingering and melodious in the corridor of the Academic Affairs Office for a long time.

Ai Pengtao covered his ears and looked at her without words.

"Let's go." Fang Yi also didn't notice, and warmly invited the children to go with him.

Although it doesn't sound good, the effect is outstanding. Fang Yiyi led Ai Pengtao to guess and search, and finally found the principal's office on the third floor.

Fang also knocked on the door politely.

Out of habit, she thought about it, but unexpectedly, the door was actually opened from the inside.

The one who opened the door was the male teacher with a slash on the head and face, and she looked at the arm again, with a warm smile.

Seeing Fang Yiyi, the male teacher nodded slightly at her, opened the door a little wider, stepped aside, and treated Fang Yiyi in the same way as a distinguished guest, without caring about his arm at all.

Fang Yiyi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his foot to step in.

After seeing the people inside, her legs seemed to be filled with cement, and she couldn't move a step.

In addition to the male teacher, there are two figures inside, one is a bald man in a suit and leather shoes, and the other...

Fang Yiyi never dreamed that he would meet her here.

——Her own teaching director, Li Ting's best friend when he was alive, Tong Tong.

Fang Yiyi was stunned on the spot, and Ai Pengtao didn't feel that she was pulling the hem of her clothes.

Tongtong is dressed like a working woman who is used to, neat high-waisted jeans, paired with a pair of expensive stiletto shoes, one stop over there is a beautiful scenery.

It's just that the landscape is covered with dust, it loses its former freshness, it is stained with the grayish white of death, and the usually white as snow shirt has become dirty and messy, full of dried blood stains.

Tongtong tilted his head towards Fang Yiyi, his eyes were dull, and he said mechanically: "Yiyi is here, welcome."