Carrying the coffin board of the senior sister

That's right, the reason why I appear here is not because of being haunted.

Speaking of which, last week Youlan and Manman were still in the dormitory discussing how to play Bixian, and prepared enthusiastically for four or five days, but this week they didn't mention it again, thinking they had given up. From this point of view, Could it be that it has already been put into action?

But the ending doesn't seem to be very good, otherwise, how could she be used as a scapegoat.

Once Fang Yiyi came back from fetching water, walked to the door of the dormitory, and heard them talking about this matter, her tone was full of fear, mumbled, and her name popped out from time to time, Fang Yiyi felt that it was not a good time to go in now, He hugged his small water bottle, stood by the door and listened for a while, and got a rough idea of ​​what happened, it was nothing more than that it was easy to ask God to send God away, and something happened, but through the door panel, he couldn't hear clearly, Fang Yi also After being a cat for a while, I went to the playground and walked around before going back.

They have been sneaky these days, and the frequency of teasing her has decreased. Fang Yiyi even guessed and understood their intentions, but he still took the attitude of letting things go, and pretended not to know.

She felt indifferently that maybe it would be good to die, maybe she could still see her long-lost relatives.

A person has been alone for too long, living step by step, nesting in a dark corner, not seeing light, gradually, he will forget what the sun looks like, and become more certain that he should be like this, not being cared about by anyone, and not worth it To be cherished is dispensable to me.

In this case, what does it matter if it is really gone?

Maybe deep down in my heart, there is still a little luck - if I really can't live, I can quibble when I see my parents: I tried my best, but the situation doesn't allow it, so don't blame me!

What's more, years of resignation and resignation have long been engraved in her bones.

Even so, life's innate desire to survive is out of control.

Therefore, when the danger came, no matter how prepared Fang Yiyi was, his mind was still awake instantly.

As the chill approached, Fang Yiyi clearly felt something was staring at her closely beside her, the distance was extremely close, every pore of his body was clamoring to escape, his brain was sharply calling the police, and the thought of running away washed every part of his body. a nerve.

But she can't do anything.

Her hands and feet were not in control, as if she was separated from herself, she couldn't even open her eyes the easiest way, but her nerve endings were sharper than ever, she could clearly feel that the "thing" was close at hand, the knife, the fish, He could take her life anytime.

Fang Yi also felt that she was breathing rapidly. In fact, her chest rose and fell so faintly that she almost didn't have any.

Nerves were tense like bowstrings, and cold sweat dripped like soybeans, drowning in the bedding beneath him.

For some reason, the quilt that she originally covered her body was pressed under her body as flat as a cardboard.

Fang Yiyi folded his hands in front of his chest, lying quietly, as if he was about to be put into a coffin and sacrificed to the evil spirits as a living sacrifice.

There is something cold and hard between the foreheads that is slowly sliding down the nose, and wherever it goes, the cold air is biting.

This chill was colder than the coldest winter she had ever encountered, as if her blood was frozen and could not flow.

It was as if a big stone had been pressed against his chest, making him unable to breathe.

Gradually, the oxygen intake became less and less, and her waking mind became more and more chaotic. She couldn't tell what she was doing or where she was, and only one thought remained: I'm going to die.

A sharp roar sounded in her ears, harsh and unpleasant, but with an irresistible magic power, calling her to hurry over.

Fang Yi also approached that direction subconsciously, and the howls became louder and louder, like the wailing of countless individuals when they were enduring extreme pain, with unwillingness and resentment, one after another, gathered into a net.

She gradually approached. At this time, she could already hear a few words in one or two sentences clearly, but they were still a little fuzzy. Fang Yi couldn't help but move closer.

I'm about to understand.

Suddenly, she seemed to have stepped on the ground, and all the surrounding sounds disappeared, and there was a complete silence.

It was as dark as ever before.

Fang Yi was also stunned, and there was another sound, the difference was that this time it was the regular and rhythmic sound of water droplets.

tuk-tuk-tuk-

It's not noisy at all, it's so quiet that it's creepy, and it's so familiar that it seems like deja vu.

Fang Yiyi suddenly opened his eyes.

The curtains were opened at some point, and under the cold white moonlight, Fang Yiyi looked at a pair of eyes without whites.

Like the kind after the blood dries up, the scarlet and weird black overflows the entire eye socket, and the dead air rushes towards the face, so close at hand.

Fang Yiyi was so frightened that he stopped breathing.

Looking from a distance, a distorted figure crouched above Fang Yiyi, a head of long black hair hanging on the pillows on both sides of her cheeks, in the gaps where the hair fell, blue-gray skin showed from time to time, it was very weird .

Suddenly, the owner of this face grinned.

When it laughs, it is similar to a normal person, but with obvious stiffness, not the kind of horror that gives people a strong visual impact, but a deeper kind of creepiness that makes people feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

There was blood falling drop by drop, and the blood dripped onto Fang Yiyi's face, and the smell of blood came to his nostrils.

Fang also didn't know how to react, the original plans of "going to die generously" and the well-established psychological preparations were all forgotten at this time, and the desire to survive took the upper hand.

Fang also didn't know where the strength came from, so he pushed it away, and ran to the door in three steps at a time. When he realized it, he found that he was twisting the doorknob hard, but he couldn't turn it open.

There was a weird laugh behind him.

Turning her head back in horror, she found that the ghost was sitting on the bed with her quilt under her body, which was flat and without any wrinkles. , looking at her with leisurely smile.

Fang Yiyi was so frightened that his legs were weak, and he leaned against the door so he didn't fall to the ground, trembling and speaking incoherently: "I didn't hurt you, you, you, you, don't come here, I didn't call you, don't hurt me...don't come here ..."

The female ghost tilted her head, seeming to distinguish what she said, and giggled, the laughter was sharp, like a human being.

Fang Yi also leaned against the door, wiping the blood off his face with trembling hands.

Then, the ghost stood up, and with her increasingly terrified expression, she approached step by step.

Fang Yiyi was so frightened that his legs went limp. He leaned against the door, howled loudly and slapped the door panel, like a drowning man grabbing the only straw, begging someone to just pass by the corridor, hear her cry, and close the door. Open it, even if it's just by turning the doorknob.

She didn't even dare to look back.

The ankle was grabbed, and the icy cold pierced into the bone marrow. Fang Yiyi watched helplessly as the bedroom door became farther and farther away in sight.

Fang Yi was also dragged back to the bed.

The ghost crouched above her, with one hand like iron pincers restraining her swinging arm, and fixed it on the head of the bed. Under the lamb's desperate eyes, it bent down and stabilized its lips that were white with fear.

The smell of blood filled the nostrils.

When the clothes were torn, Fang Yiyi's eyes were all stained red like blood.

......

Fang Yiyi was awakened by the loud sound of the alarm clock.

Looking at the strange yet familiar ceiling of the dormitory, she felt unreal as if she had been in another world.

Memories of last night flooded into my brain like a tide, that grimace, gray skin was stiff and cold, I was crying helplessly, scenes full of strange but unspeakable scenes flashed quickly.

Fang Yi also found it incredible that she was a living person who lived in a haunted house overnight. Not only did she not die, but she was forced to have some indescribable relationship with the ghost.

Looking around, it was still the same as when she just arrived in the dormitory last night, the floor was covered with dust, the suitcase was thrown aside randomly, and there was no trace of her being dragged on the ground.

She wondered if she had a nightmare last night, but the pain from her body clearly told her not to wishful thinking.

Fang Yi also endured the pain, sat up with difficulty, lifted the quilt, and put on the clothes intact, which made her a little dazed, didn't the clothes be torn last night?

She tugged at her clothes strangely, and the clothes fell off in pieces, revealing her red-stained and mottled skin.

Fang Yiyi grabbed the quilt and lay down quickly, pretending he didn't see it.

But going on like this is not an option.

Fang Yiyi stared at the ceiling, thinking about life, and planned to rest for a while, so he went to talk to the instructor to see if he could change the dormitory.

Although unlikely.

Since those classmates of hers were able to get her here, they must have made preparations and couldn't let her go back easily.

After all, she has been classmates for more than a year. She still knows a little about them.

If she couldn't do it, she would rent a house outside. She worked every day to spend on food and clothing, so she could save as much as she could, and she still had the money for renting a cheap single room.

Anyway, this dormitory is absolutely unacceptable.

The ghost treated him like this last night, maybe he was going to take her life tonight. After this experience, Fang also fully understood the importance of life, and never dared to think of committing suicide. It's not easy, why did she go back early.

Near noon, Fang Yi finally dared to get out of bed, dragged his "scarred" body, and couldn't wait to go to the instructor's office.

The instructor is a beautiful girl with glasses and long hair in a ponytail. She is not much older than these students. She is kinder, and the other party is also kinder on weekdays. Fang Yi also respects her from the bottom of his heart.

Fang Yi also knocked on the door, and only opened the door when he heard "Please come in" from inside.

The guide was wearing a white dress, standing by the water dispenser, holding a transparent glass full of water in his hand, and Fang also came in when he saw Fang, but he was not as gentle as usual, frowning unobtrusively.

Fang Yiyi was used to looking at people's faces, so how could he fail to see such a small expression, he was stunned immediately, and a bad premonition rushed into his heart.

However, it was the instructor after all, she quickly adjusted her expression, and smiled as gently as before: "Yiyi, what do you want to see the teacher?"

"Teacher, I want to change the dormitory." Fang Yi also stepped into the office and closed the door. Because he was not feeling well, his walking posture was a bit awkward.

"Huh? Not used to the new dormitory? But the original dormitory is full."

"I know, a new transfer student," Fang Yi also thought carefully about his words, "Teacher, can you see if I can move out..."

"Fang Yiyi!" The tour guide suddenly changed his face, interrupted her, and said in a stern tone: "Your roommates have come over to tell the teacher more than once that you live a bad life, and the teacher still doesn't believe it, but look at you now. , What do you think! You have to move out, where are you going to move? How old are you! The teacher teaches you on weekdays, don’t be greedy for immediate enjoyment, and have a long-term vision! Our Zhengling Women’s University is a top school in China. Those schools with three teachings and nine first-class schools are different! The teacher is responsible for each of you. Look at you, what a good girl you are on weekdays. If the evidence is not in front of you, the teacher will not believe it. You are like this, classmate Fang Yiyi, You really... really let the teacher down!"

Fang Yi also stayed for a while, and said: "Teacher, have you misunderstood, what are you talking about..."

The instructor looked at her resentfully: "The teacher is someone who has been here, what don't you know, look at your walking posture just now, and then look at it again," the instructor pulled Fang Yiyi to cover his neck The scarf on the neck, revealing red dots like strawberries inside, "Look, huh? The teacher knows that you are not a child, and does not object to your having a boyfriend, but, but there must be a limit, huh?"

Fang Yiyi's eyes were red, and he hurriedly explained: "Teacher, you misunderstood, this is not, it is not what you think, teacher, please believe me!"

"Don't admit it? Then explain to me, what's going on!" She took out a photo, threw it on the table, and pulled a chair beside her to sit on it, blowing out her nostrils.

Fang Yiyi glanced over, and after seeing it clearly, his face turned pale.

In the photo, Fang Yiyi is wearing a miniskirt standing at the door of a bar, holding a glass of blue cocktail in his hand, looking up at the tall middle-aged man next to her like a deer with his arms around her shoulders Besides, there were two men standing next to him, both of whom were middle-aged and later, looking at Fang Yiyi with scrutinizing eyes.