Yin sacrifice

Was there still breath at that time.

If Tang Yu hadn't died then, the cause of her death would be a mystery.

Guan Ju struggled: "Actually, our memory of Tang Yu's death is a little fuzzy?"

"Huh? What do you mean by fuzzy memory?"

"I can't remember the exact process." He bent his index finger and rubbed the space between his eyebrows. "For example, me, I just remember that she fell on the road, lying face down and motionless..."

Although it is impolite to interrupt others when they are talking, Shao Zhuoer had to interrupt him aloud, "You said she fell on the road? But what I saw through the memory of Tang Yu's ghost was different from what you said, she It was lying on her back in the mountain depression, it was raining at that time, her whole body was soaked, and her body was covered with mud, the important thing is that she was still alive at that time."

After listening to Shao Zhuoer's description, everyone was stunned, and they couldn't tell who had the problem for a while.

I don't understand why what they remember is different from Tang Yu's. Who made a mistake, or did they collectively have hallucinations at that time?

Just as they were thinking about it, several people suddenly screamed, and the others bounced up conditionally, leaning over and asking, "What's wrong with you?"

Tong Jiajia, Li Wuliang, and Bai Shulian hugged their heads and rolled all over the floor.

Bai Shulian said in pain: "When I was trying to remember just now, I suddenly had a headache, and felt that my brain was about to explode."

39. Dinner

◎The Legend of the Art Room◎

The noisy voice gradually disappeared.

The wind blows at night, and the sound of rustling in the grass floats up to the second floor. The moon outside the window of the art classroom is extremely bright, but the corridor at the door is so dark that it makes people panic.

Shao Zhuoer opened his eyes from the rocking chair, his eyes were dull and dull, after a long time, a gleam of light finally rekindled in his eyes.He slowly turned his head to look at the surrounding environment, as if he didn't quite understand why he appeared here.

Then, many pictures flashed through his confused mind, and he remembered that he was a new art teacher and was in charge of teaching art in this school.

In front of him stood an easel covered with a white cloth.

Gently remove the white cloth, the perfect painting is presented in front of your eyes.After staring at the painting for a while, his eyes became more and more confused, and he couldn't believe that the painting was actually drawn by himself.

But the search for memory was indeed drawn by him, and he spent three days in the art classroom to complete it alone.

The memory can't be faked, but for some reason he always feels a little strange.

My own hands are not the hands holding the paintbrush.

It felt like he didn't know where to put the pen on the paper even if he was holding a paintbrush, but those memories told him that he was an art genius and had a talent for painting since he was a child.

For a moment, the feeling of unreality made him a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a pencil scratching the paper, which was very clear in the silent classroom, and the sound kept falling. It seemed that the person who was drawing at the moment was in a very impatient mood.

Looking through several rows of empty easels, one of the easels at the front of the classroom was not empty. A girl sat on a slightly dilapidated wooden stool. The girl turned her back to him. She had beautiful black hair. Under the moonlight, the back is full of aura.She held the paintbrush in a weird posture with her right hand, and the speed of writing was abnormally fast, and the sound of scratching made people panic.

"Hello, classmate, why are you still painting so late?"

She did not answer.

Seen from the messy hair on the side, her deep eyes are always staring at the painting, with a little resentment and resentment in her eyes, and her bright red nails shine brightly against the white paper.

After a while, she stopped writing.

Slowly straightened his back, lowered his head, and asked in a cold voice: "What do you think of my paintings? Are my paintings good-looking?"

Shao Zhuoer inexplicably felt a chill on the back of his neck.

This environment, this kind of plot, how can there be a sense of déjà vu of watching a horror movie?

As if to confirm his premonition, the white gauze by the window rose in the wind and just fell on her easel.She wasn't angry, her expression was the same as before, not even a bit changed.

She just tore off the white gauze, and the painting was revealed again.

But after Shao Zhuoer saw the painting, his face became extremely ugly.

It was a weird painting. The girl in the painting was terrifying. There were many scars on her face that were scribbled with pencils, densely packed, as if she had been traumatized by a major accident before her death.The girl fell to the ground, motionless, there was no life in her widened eyes, and the whole painting was full of death.

In this gloomy classroom, it looked even weirder.

"Why did you draw this?" Shao Zhuoer asked her.

She was silent for a moment, and said: "...I just want to draw myself, I just want to draw myself, draw myself, draw myself..." She kept repeating the following words, it seemed that the crazy state and smile made Shao Zhuoer's heart tremble.

Shao Zhuoer hastily stepped back.

He yelled angrily: "What the hell are you talking about? Please stop, don't play tricks anymore!"

She thought she would continue to repeat what she said before, but unexpectedly she stopped. She raised the hand holding the pen, and the tip of the pen was facing the full-length mirror on the right, and her figure was reflected in the mirror.

"Help me see if there is still blood on my face."

"Can't you see it yourself?"

"..."

Now Shao Zhuoer is not afraid at all, because from the moment she made himself look into the mirror, he knew that the other party was playing tricks, and he also caught a glimpse of a girl in the mirror from the corner of his eye, so he was even more sure of the other party This moment is playing tricks.

It's too free to come to the art room at night to pretend to be a ghost!

In the end, before Shao Zhuoer turned to look in the mirror as she said, he was startled by the hand behind him. He never expected a hand to appear from behind and slapped him heavily on the shoulder.

It is estimated that the shoulder has been bruised by now.

"Okay, Xiaoyu, stop scaring others." The one behind called the girl's name.

The girl turned around with a smile, her face was exposed to the moonlight, Shao Zhuoer was frightened even though he was mentally prepared, the girl's face was blushing, and at first glance it looked like her face was covered with blood, comparable to a car accident on site.

When he was still in shock, he heard sobbing from behind, as if the person behind was also frightened by her makeup.

Shao Zhuoer looked back, and there was a handsome boy in a white school uniform standing behind him, and looking behind him, there was another boy standing at the back door, looking at them steadily.

Withdrawing his gaze, Shao Zhuoer's eyes fell back on the boy closest to him, stared at him for a while, and then softly called out his name: "Tang Si?"

"Huh? The new teacher actually knows me?"

Just now Shao Zhuoer was still in a daze, and didn't realize what he said. After hearing the boy's words, he gradually came back to his senses. After thinking about it carefully, he felt strange, and couldn't remember why he knew the boy's name.

Thinking about it again, it feels very unreal. This is the second time this happened to him today, and the strange sense of familiarity came to him again.

"Brother!" The girl wiped her face with a handkerchief, ran to the boy, held his arm affectionately, then turned her head and shouted at the boy at the door: "Brother Lingyang, come in, what are you doing at the door?"

"Leave Ling Yang alone, let me ask you, I asked you to stay in the art room, sit and draw for a while until I finish class, why are you scaring Teacher Shao by dressing up like this?"

"It's boring."

"You can't play tricks if you're bored." He scolded Tang Yu in a low voice. Tang Yu stuck out her tongue at him mischievously, but she accidentally caught her tongue between his two fingers. "Stop playing tricks on me, and apologize to Teacher Shao!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the tongue is clamped, unable to speak.

Downs let her go.

Tang Yu: "You are so cruel, I feel like your tongue is about to be pulled out by the roots."

"Apologize."

"I'm sorry, Teacher Shao, I won't joke with you like this again." She turned around and said to Shao Zhuoer.

Although she is still young, she also knows that what she did is wrong, not to mention that she will never go against Downs' words, and if Downs asks her to apologize, she will apologize.

Shao Zhuoer saw that she was aggrieved, so he smiled helplessly, "Forget it, let's not make an example." After the teacher finished putting on airs, he said with the intention of teasing, "You have a lot of makeup on your face. Scared by you."

Her eyes lit up suddenly, "Really?"

Downs: "Mr. Shao is just being polite to you, you are not stupid enough to take it seriously, are you?"

"Hey, brother, why do you insist on puncturing my beautiful fantasy?"

"If you don't expose it, will you continue to be a demon in the future?"

Ling Yang tore off the horrible painting and threw it into the trash can, casually wiped the back of his hand that was stained with paint on the towel, and when he turned around, there was still a warm smile on his face. "Are you all planning to stay in the art room for one night? Didn't someone say to eat hamburgers before? What? Now you change your mind and don't want to go?"

"Go, go!" Tang Yu jumped up and down, raising his hands high, very excited.

Before Downs and Ling Yang could react, she quickly grabbed their arms and dragged them towards the door.

Approaching the door, Downs suddenly stopped and looked back at Shao Zhuoer, and said, "Why don't Teacher Shao come and play with us too."

Shao Zhuoer was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to agree or decline.

Tang Yu was in a hurry, and urged: "Oh, come if you want to come, why do big men hesitate!"

"Xiaoyu, don't be so rude!"

"Oh, I was wrong again."

Shao Zhuo'er suddenly changed his mind, "I'm ashamed to refuse you with such hospitality, but let me tell you first, I didn't have dinner, and I'm hungry now, maybe I'll eat more later, you don't mind ah."