Carrying the coffin board of the senior sister

It wasn't as rusted as imagined because no one had touched it for many years. On the contrary, this lock was better than the one in her original dormitory, and the sound of unlocking was crisp and clear, just like a new one.

It was night now, and the lights were not turned on in the unoccupied dormitory all year round, and the curtains were tightly drawn to block all the light outside, and the light was all from the corridor lights.

For some reason, the layout of this room is different from other dormitories.

First of all, the area is larger than other dormitories. There is only a single bed, a desk and a chair in it. It is empty. At a glance, it is dark and cold. It looks like a man-eating monster near the balcony. There is a small cubicle without a door. Because of the lighting problem, it is pitch black and you can't see anything. Even the position of the light switch is different from other dormitories.

Fang Yi also stood by the door, using his body to block the inertia of the door panel closing, his eyes searched for the position of the light switch, and the shadow reflected in the bedroom was stretched and slender.

Looking around, she finally found the switch on the side of the chair three steps away.

Fang Yi also frowned in embarrassment.

The door of this dormitory seems to have a sliding door spring, and there is always a force to close it. She stood against the door by the door, and she can naturally feel the force. Pinching is no problem.

If you want to turn off the lights, you have to leave the door, and the dormitory will probably be so dark that you can't see your fingers.

If it was not a last resort, she really didn't want to be alone in a dark environment.

Because he was alone, he would be one with the darkness, silently, and no one would notice even if he died.

At this time, there was another voice in my head—has anyone noticed it while alive?

This thought seemed to suddenly turn on a switch that was carefully hidden, and an indescribable negative emotion enveloped her. Negative emotions such as sadness, despair, and inferiority poured out, and Fang Yi unconsciously became short of breath. .

She leaned against the door panel, her chest heaved violently, and she could hardly stand up.

It's too familiar. She once indulged in this kind of emotion. She was oblivious all day long, isolated from the world, and was finally forced to commit suicide by cutting her wrists.

The death of her parents, the betrayal of her friends, and the disgust of her relatives all remind her that this world is very good, bright and sunny, but it's a pity that you are not worthy of it.

Because she is the initiator of all this, the chief culprit of this situation.

That voice yelled in her ears again, lashing out at her crimes over and over again—others are dead, why are you still alive!Why do you live!

Fang Yiyi's headache was about to split, she clenched her fists, and her nails dug into the flesh of her palm, which made the short-term pain overwhelm the depression that tended to spread.

Feeling the heat flow across her palm, she looked down in a trance, and there was a dark red with a rusty smell on the outermost sheet of the quilt.

Fang Yi also closed his eyes, loosened his fists, and pressed his hands on the bed sheet, the dark red gradually spread out between his fingers.

After a long time, the sound of kicking footsteps came from the stairs, and many voices of joking and joking approached slowly.

The evening classes are back.

Fang Yiyi's eyelashes moved, and he slowly opened his eyes. The brown eyes were full of fear that had not yet dissipated, but compared to just now, his condition was much better.

She just hoped that she could sleep well tonight. She finally crawled out of that man-eating quagmire, and she never wanted to go back.

And now, she just came to school.

Fang Yi also moved her legs, only to realize that her limbs were a little stiff, and she couldn't hold her quilt any longer.

If you exert force for too long, your arms will become sore and sore.

But it's not a problem to be stuck like this, Fang Yiyi tightened his arms, looked at the position of the switch, and rushed over quickly.

The moment the door slams, the light is turned on.

The bright light instantly made her squint her eyes instinctively.

Fang Yi also let out a long sigh of relief.

The huge room was brightly lit, the doors and windows were closed tightly, as if isolated from the world, and she was the only one.

In fact, judging from the layout, this place was originally a single room.

Zhengling Women's University is a private school, ranked among the top three in China, with a high reputation, good remuneration, strong faculty, high threshold, and strict internal management.

In other words, unless the family is not generally powerful and powerful, no matter how much money you have, you can't start a small business.

But the person who lived there before had a single room!

She threw the quilt on the bed and sat on the iron railing at the head of the bed to rest.

At this moment, the lights brightened up, and Fang Yiyi looked at the room again.

Because it has been unoccupied for a long time, a thin layer of dust has fallen on the tabletop and the floor. When she just came in, a series of footprints were printed on the ground.

The light was too dark just now, so I didn't notice that there was a big log-colored wardrobe next to the bed, which was placed close to the wall.

Fang Yi also made a gesture, and it would be no problem to stuff two of her.

It is worth noting that the small cubicle without a door on the side of the balcony is still dark from her position due to the backlight problem, and nothing can be seen.

Fang Yiyi had no intention of going over to have a look.

She hadn't felt curious for a long time.

What's more, it's too late now, there's still class tomorrow, and for some reason, I'm extremely tired today.

I don't even bother to clean, I just want to sleep.

At the same time as he decided to be lazy, Fang also thought: There may not be a broom in this room, if there is no broom, I have to go to the housekeeper to get it.

Fang Yi also stood up, took out a roll of toilet paper from his bag, tore off a long piece, and wiped the bed board carelessly.

After wiping, there was no place to put it. After thinking about it, I opened a new underwear packaging bag, put the dirty paper in it, and placed it on the ground at the foot of the bed along the bedposts, and threw it away tomorrow.

After everything was cleaned up, I took my elderly phone and saw that it was already ten o'clock.

Fang Yi also yawned.

When her biological clock reached 09:30 at the latest, she kicked off her shoes and went to bed, then propped up half of her body, turned off the light, got into the bed, and fell asleep in a second.

Room 404 fell into the usual darkness and silence.

Suddenly, a red shadow as thin as a mayfly loomed in the darkness, streaked straight across, and stopped in front of the only single bed.

The inexplicable wind in the room blew the curtains open, the faint light of the street lamp leaked in, and a slender gray hand appeared in the darkness.

The five fingers of this hand are naturally close together, hanging in mid-air above the single bed, without an arm connected to it, as if appearing out of thin air, floating motionless in mid-air, the bright red nails seem to be dripping blood, very weird .

After a while, the hand slowly moved down.

Fang Yiyi frowned in his sleep, probably because he felt cold, shrank into the bed, shrunk himself into a small ball, and did not wake up.

The hand stopped an inch above her brow.

The wind blew stronger, the curtains were 'slapped' against the glass, the sound was abrupt and hurried, and the room was back to darkness.

But at the head of the bed, a woman in a long red dress suddenly appeared!

She is slender, with a hunched back, bent over Fang Yiyi's head, with her head lowered, her long hair hanging down by the pillow, her face is invisible.

Fang Yi also slept very restlessly, the bone-piercing cold invaded his whole body, at first it was just a little bit, but for some reason, the cold became more and more intense, not like the vast coldness of winter, but the kind of dark and extremely gloomy The coldness in the heart is like tiny needles, carrying yin energy, penetrating the skin and nailing into the limbs and bones.

Her eyelashes trembled and moved.

In fact, he was already awake, but for some reason, his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, and he couldn't open them for life and death, and his body was no longer his own, so he couldn't move no matter what.

The words "ghost press" suddenly appeared in my mind.