Fear Collection

Xie Jinxi made up her mind, and when she took a step down and stepped on the next step, there was another knock on the door upstairs.

This time the knocking on the door was fast and urgent, and the sound wave reflected back and forth in the narrow and closed corridor, making it loud and faintly echoing.

Muta said in his mind: "The source of the sound is above, and it is far away. It should be coming from the sixth floor."

"Are you tempting me to go up?"

When Xie Jinxi passed a semi-circular platform and stepped on the stairs leading to the first floor, the footsteps that had been following him stopped.

And the knocking on the door from above became more and more urgent, beating on people's hearts like drums.

Did the "person" who had been following him stop on the first floor?

Xie Jinxi continued to walk down ten flights of stairs. According to the number of floors, he should be on the fifth floor now, and he has already walked down the height of a library.

A weeping female voice was added to the rapid knock on the door from above, and she was sobbing and yelling intermittently from above.

Xie Jinxi stopped and listened attentively, distinguishing some vague words from the crying.

"let me out!"

"Help... me, who will... help me..."

"I was wrong... I... I was wrong..."

Only these three sentences, repeated over and over again.

Xie Jinxi's focus is on the last sentence, this "person" who is trapped in the stairwell, what "mistake" did she make to get trapped here?

Xie Jinxi didn't turn back and continued to walk down, but after walking four more flights of stairs, he suddenly discovered something was wrong.

"I'm... I'm approaching that voice?" Xie Jinxi couldn't believe it, "But the voice is indeed coming from above. Could it be that I'm actually walking up?"

Xie Jinxi was a little confused for a while, his body told him that he was going down, layer by layer.

"Keep going, since you can't avoid it, let's see what tricks it is doing." Muta said.

"it is good."

The further Xie Jinxi went down, the louder the voice was, and the closer it was to him sensory. When he reached the round platform between the eleventh floor and the twelfth floor, he turned around and saw the person under the stairs. On the twelfth floor, he saw a skinny corpse lying in front of the fire door, and the crying female voice was very close to him, almost sticking to his upper back.

There was one more sentence added to the cry.

"I will... I will accept it, no, save me, let me... go... save me!"

Xie Jinxi even felt the chill rising from his back, his scalp was numb, and he almost stiffly walked towards the fire door and the corpse in front of it.

When he was standing on the 22nd floor, a few strands of dry hair suddenly hung down before his eyes, and the sound of crying had already come to his head.

Xie Jinxi almost gritted her teeth and forced herself not to look up, and rushed towards the fire door.

The next moment, a dry and dehydrated face suddenly hung upside down in front of his eyes, and the girl's cries kept coming from the opened mouth of that face.

Xie Jinxi suddenly felt thirsty, hungry and tired, a kind of extreme fear attacked him, his eyes became dizzy, and the scene in front of him had changed.

Xie Jinxi felt that he was standing on the podium and was reading the text he had written aloud. When he finished reading, the students below applauded loudly, and everyone looked at him with admiration.

The serious Chinese teacher also had appreciation in her eyes, and she rarely smiled approvingly.

After he stepped down, the Chinese teacher came to the stage and said: "The composition of Fang Si in our class has been unanimously approved by the teachers of the Chinese group. It can be seen that Fang Si's reading range is very wide."

"Students should accumulate more and read a lot during the interval between daily studies, especially make good use of the biweekly reading class. When accumulating composition materials, they should also be combined with their own interests. Think about it, the classic material person Everyone uses it, if you have a poet or literati you are familiar with, and use his good words, sentences and deeds, is this your own trump card?"

A large expanse of dazzling white light shines in from the south window in the picture, covering everything in an illusory and unreal halo.

The screen turned again and turned into the way to the library.

He followed his classmates to the library with his notebook and pencil case in his hands, and the classmates around him were talking in a low voice.

"Recently, the school has become more and more strict. Why are day students not allowed, and all of them require accommodation?"

"Don't mention the accommodation. In the past, boarding students were allowed to leave the school with their exit permits, but now they are not allowed. Is this going to imprison us until the college entrance examination? Outrageous."

"Two days ago in the third class, there was a person who was late for morning self-study. He wanted to avoid the investigation of the grade group at the gate, and went around to the window and jumped in. It is said that he accidentally broke two legs."

"No...do you really believe that he broke it by himself? People from class three said..."

"What? It's impossible for the director to break his leg."

Walking to the reading room of the library, the Chinese teacher stood there, the skin and flesh on his face seemed to melt, with a gloomy and cold expression.

"Now pick up the books one by one according to the student number, and you are not allowed to read casual books. If you find out, you have to go to the grade group with me to chat."

Some of the classmates seemed to want to speak, but finally swallowed the words.

He obediently got up to get the book, but looked at the index of the bookshelf, looked back and found that no one else was paying attention to him, so he quickly went around to one of the bookshelves and took down a book under the cover of the bookshelf.

When he returned to the reading room, the Chinese teacher suddenly stopped him and asked him what he was holding.

He replied that he wanted to find some unpopular material as a killer feature.

The Chinese teacher was expressionless, but let him go in anyway.

He sat at the desk in the reading room, spread out the rolled-up composition material magazine, and pressed the open book of poetry that he risked to bring.

When the teacher came in to make inspections, he pretended to be reading a magazine of literary materials, and when the teacher left, he opened the magazine to look at the books underneath.

Flipping through the composition material magazine, he saw a piece of paper filled with graffiti, and he happened to see Byron's "I Never Loved This World" in the poetry collection under the magazine.

He was silent for a while, took out a pen from the pencil case, and copied the first half of the poem on the scribbled paper with dark blue ink.

After the reading class, he went to put the books back in their place, and when he walked out of the library, he found that everyone else had gone.

He walked quickly to the elevator, but the elevator kept showing that it was going down from the sixth floor, and no matter how he pressed the switch, there was no response.

The lunch break at noon was very short, so he was forced to detour to the stairwell, opened the door and walked in all the way down to the first floor.

A horrible thing happened. The fire door in the stairwell on the first floor was locked.

He pushed hard several times before he was unwilling to confirm that it was locked.He had no choice but to climb back to the sixth floor, only to find that the fire door in the stairwell on the sixth floor that was originally opened had been locked at some point, and he couldn't open it no matter how hard he pulled it.

He knocked on the door, but there was no response.

He could only go down to the fifth floor, praying that the fire door on the fifth floor was not locked, however, the door on the fifth floor was also locked.

He walked down layer by layer, knocking on the door and shouting again and again until his voice became hoarse, but he still failed to get any response.

Until he went to the second floor and found that the door on the second floor was also locked.

This meant that the entire building, the stairwell was locked, and he walked in, but couldn't get out.

He broke down and continued to walk down, walked to the first floor, threw himself on the fire door on the first floor, knocked, slammed, and shouted over and over again, but as time passed, no one still heard his voice.

It took him just over half an hour to go from panic to fear and then to despair.After realizing that no one came back to the library to find him after the lunch break and bedtime, he broke down and begged for mercy in despair.

"Help me! Let me out! I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"

"I'll be good! I'll accept all the rules, and I'll study hard!"

"Let me out! Please, anyone can save me!"

"No, no, I don't want to be like them. You just want to make us exactly the same, I don't want it! I don't want it!"

"Help me, save me, I accept, I accept, as long as you let me go."

"I'm only 17 years old, I don't want to die here, please, please help me, I will obey whatever you say."

"Let me go, I don't want to be stuck here, I don't want to stay in this school anymore."

"No!"

……

At this point, everything came to an abrupt end.

Xie Jinxi's spirit seemed to be crushed back and forth under a heavy truck. It took him a while to regain his self-awareness when his eyes returned to the scene of the stairwell and the fire door.

I am Xie Jinxi, not the girl named Fang Si.

Xie Jinxi repeated this sentence to herself three times before poking her head out of the sea of ​​fear and despair to breathe.

He touched his face, and found himself in tears like Fang Si in empathy.

At this time, Muta bent down from his side to pick up the mobile phone he threw on the ground when he felt empathy just now, and the tail of the snake wrapped around Xie Jinxi's legs.

"You were shaking really badly, your mouth was moving but not making a sound, and you were crying a lot. Sorry, it took me a while to deal with it and it made you feel something bad," Muta said.

"No." Xie Jinxi moved her throat to recover her voice.

"I should thank you. I probably know what happened to this school. I saw what happened to it during its lifetime."

The blood curse on Xie Jinxi's hand spread to his wrist, he could only wipe the tears on his face with the cuff of his long-sleeved school uniform, and said, "Maybe that's what it wants to tell me."

"Go back to my back, I'm going back to the dormitory quickly."

Muta turned off the phone and put it back in the middle of the schoolbag that Xie Jinxi was carrying on his back, and then it disintegrated into a pool of blood-red liquid that seeped into the cracks of the tiles on the floor and disappeared.

In front of the fire door in front of Xie Jinxi, there was no longer the dehydrated corpse, only a pen fell behind the door.

Xie Jinxi walked over and picked up the pen.

"I just found out that I've seen you."

"130010, Liberal Arts Class [-], student Fang Si."

He stretched out his hand to press the handle of the fire door, and found that the fire door was not locked. He pushed it open and walked out. Outside the stairwell was the corridor on the first floor of the library.

He walked out of the library door along the corridor, the sky was bright, the noon sun shrouded everything in a dazzling light, and the steps in front of the library door were so bright that it pierced the eyes.

At this time, there were no students moving in groups on the campus. According to the schedule at this time, they should have all returned to the dormitory building.

Xie Jinxi walked down the steps and walked towards the bedroom alone.

The author has something to say: It is said that it is updated on a weekly basis, but in fact, it will take time to update it every day.Do you want to update 2-3 chapters together every Sunday, or do I put a chapter every two or three days a week.

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!