haunted pillow

A month later.

Today is Wu Xiao's first day of work at No.14 Experimental Middle School.

She used to teach in the local area, but because a teacher in the [-]th Middle School was ill and took a long vacation, the leader asked her to take over the class for a period of time, and was responsible for the Chinese in the [-]th, [-]th, and [-]th classes.

Wu Xiao was a little nervous on the first day as a substitute teacher, but when he entered the classroom, he found that the students were all very cute. Although there was a ticking time bomb of the college entrance examination, after all, he was only freshman in high school, and the atmosphere was not so stiff and tense. Surrounded the desk, asking her all kinds of questions, and even the brave ones asked, "Teacher, do you have a boyfriend?"

Wu Xiao smiled with a good temper: "Concentrate on studying! You don't need to worry about this matter."

After class, Wu Xiao packed up her things and went back to the office. This school uses a large office, and all the teachers of a grade are in it. When she entered the door, an elderly teacher asked her: "How was the first day of class?" Are you still used to it?"

"The students are all very good, even if there are a few thorns, it's okay."

Wu Xiao opened the book while talking, ready to prepare for the lesson, made himself a cup of fat sea, and asked casually, "Hey, where did your class seven go?"

"It's the third lesson." The teacher was sitting opposite her, and he said it when she asked her. After thinking about it, he said, "Speaking of which, there are people who don't study, and it's enough to save face at ordinary times. Don't deal with them." It takes too much time and it's not worth it."

Wu Xiao nodded: "That's the reason."

She drank a few sips of fat sea, turned the textbook to the lesson plan of the third lesson, thought for a while and said: "We have already covered the third lesson, and the eighth class is fine, and the progress of the ninth class is about to catch up..."

The teacher who was talking to her suddenly became a little weird, looked at her several times, and finally thought that she might have made a mistake on the first day of work, so she didn't have the nerve to say anything.

Wu Xiao had already looked down at the lesson plan at this time, completely oblivious to the teacher's strange expression and hesitation to speak.

Fourteenth Middle School is a full boarding system, which means that every night there is a self-study in the evening. Every time the students study at the bottom, Wu Xiao prepares lessons and changes homework on the podium. At the beginning, she only felt that a few classes, especially the students in class nine They are very well-behaved and cute, although there are a few thorns, but this can be found in any school, so don't take it too seriously.

During the evening self-study, she can usually chat with the students, and they are very happy with each other.

But one night, she felt a little strange.

Mother's Day is coming, and the school is also assigning homework. It's nothing more than the old superficial tricks. In fact, Wu Xiao also finds it annoying, but the order from above is like this. She can only come down and tell the students truthfully, and joke with them: "Although Our school can only go home once after two weeks of classes, but you are all high school students, so you won’t be so homesick, right?”

What she meant was: I am an adult now, so I won't miss my mother like elementary school and junior high school students.

But in the huge classroom, none of the students answered her.

The students in Class Nine all lowered their heads, doing their own thing, and some people looked at her from a distance, with unclear expressions in their eyes.

Wu Xiao didn't know what was going on, and blamed himself for saying the wrong thing. This breaks the school's holiday system. After [-] days of school, there are two days off, and you have to go back to school on Sunday afternoon. How do you know that? Students don't want to go home?

So she just thought that she was not good, so she quickly changed the topic and started talking about the monthly exam that was about to start, the test center, the scope of the questions, and the like.

Wu Xiao was in charge of Chinese in Classes [-], [-], and [-] of the first grade. After the results were released, she read them carefully, and then asked other teachers, who were responsible for the average scores of the class. After listening, she said to herself: "What should I say Class [-] has the best grades in our grade department."

The teachers next to them suddenly changed their expressions: "Mr. Wu, what did you say?"

Wu Xiao smiled: "I said, Class 9 did the best in the exam this time."

The teachers looked at each other, and there was a weird atmosphere in the air. After a long time, a young female teacher said cautiously: "Mr. Wu Xiao, you have been in our school for more than two months, how can you still confuse us? This grade...is there no Class Nine?"

Wu Xiao felt an increasingly strong sense of disobedience.

At first, she just felt baffled: Are you kidding, saying there is no Class Nine?However, the teachers next to her were hesitant to speak, as if they had something hard to say, and some of them didn't believe her, and said to her with strange expressions: "Mr. joke."

Wu Xiao was in a hurry: Why am I joking? Class 40 is right there. There are more than [-] students in the class. How can this be a joke?

At this time the class bell rang, Wu Xiao rushed to class, said nothing, picked up the papers and hurried out the door, a teacher wanted to stop her, and seemed to be afraid of something, just sat there one by one, looking at each other.

As soon as I entered the classroom, a student came over and asked, "Teacher, what's wrong with you? You don't look good."

Wu Xiao recognized that this was the representative of the Chinese class of Class Nine, and she smiled at the girl: "I'm sorry, the teacher is not feeling well today."

"Aren't you tired of marking papers? Thanks for your hard work, teacher." The girl said with a smile.

Wu Xiao nodded, but she still couldn't help asking: "Just now I heard Mr. Zhao say in the office that our school...class nine."

She hesitated, unable to speak.The girl was very surprised: "Teacher, which Teacher Zhao are you talking about?"

Wu Xiao was puzzled: "Is that your mathematics teacher Zhao Fu?"

The girl was very surprised: "Teacher, did you make a mistake when you just came to this school? There is no teacher Zhao who teaches mathematics in our school."

"You said, is there a teacher surnamed Zhao in our school?" As she spoke, she turned around to ask her classmates for their opinions, and the students in class nine shook their heads one after another.

"This……?"

What do you mean?

The teachers told her that there is no Class Nine in this school, but the students in Class Nine told her that there is no Teacher Zhao in this school.

Wu Xiao only felt that his mind was in a mess, and there was even a kind of coolness seeping from behind.

The girl smiled and said, "Okay, teacher, the bell has been ringing for so long, please send us the papers, everyone is waiting to see the results."

"Okay, okay, I see." Wu Xiao hurriedly handed the paper to her: "You find two more classmates to hand out the papers, and make sure there are no mistakes made."

After the papers were handed out, she became busy and had to explain the wrong questions to the students, so she temporarily forgot about it.

"Teacher." Suddenly a student called her from below: "This question seems to have been corrected wrong."

"Which question?" Wu Xiao didn't think much, walked down from the podium, walked to the student's desk and looked at his paper.

She froze for a moment.

The paper that the student opened was stained with a strange crimson liquid, and even a large area had dried up.

Wu Xiao was stunned for several seconds before realizing that it was blood.

She suddenly felt cold and terrified. Looking back, more than 40 students in Class [-] were sitting in their seats, looking at her with a smile, but Wu Xiao knew that it was blood, not dyes or pigments of similar color. She could even smell the strong smell of blood.

The student urged: "Teacher, hurry up and talk about the topic?"

Wu Xiao looked at the blood on the paper, and then at the students. There were innocent smiles on the faces of the students that made her shiver.

She couldn't help letting out a sharp scream, and ran out of the door, into the corridor outside the classroom, and when she looked up——

It was Class [-]'s classroom again, and the students in their seats all looked up at her with half-smiles on their faces.

Wu Xiao looked back at the dark corridor in disbelief, and then turned back to look at them. She was horrified to find that she couldn't get out no matter what!

"Since the teacher has discovered it, there is nothing we can do."

The girl representing the Chinese class laughed: "Teacher doesn't need to go out anymore, just stay here."

"Didn't you ask before, do we want to go home? Yes, of course we do, but we'll never see each other again, so please stay with us, teacher."

"Okay, teacher." The smile on her face showed a strange cold light: "It's time to give us a lecture."

Wu Xiao turned around, only to see a row of big blood-red characters written on the blackboard:

The first question, there is a ghost in the classroom, where is this ghost hiding in the classroom?

A. In front of you, B. On the ceiling, C. Under the desk, D. Behind you

"How about the teacher? Tell us quickly?" The students urged with a smile one by one.

Wu Xiao's face turned pale, and at this moment, she felt a pair of cold, woman-like hands behind her, touching her neck!

Wu Xiao let out a sharp cry, turned his head pale, but there was nothing behind him.

At this time, the words on the blackboard changed again: Question [-], Teacher Wu came to the new school for class on the first day, what was the first thing she saw when she opened the door?

A. A ghost is sucking the student's blood dry, B. A ghost is turning the student's head off, C. A ghost is looking at her with open eyes, D. There is not a ghost, because there is more than one , all the students in the class are ghosts

Wu Xiao: "..."

Wu Xiao's lips trembled in fright, and he couldn't speak a word at all.

For the third question, Teacher Wu was scared out of her wits by the first two questions, but she didn't notice... Ask, what is the pointer in Teacher Wu's hand now?

A. The head of a baby, B. The ribs of a dead body, C. A skull—

Before the question was finished, Wu Xiao screamed, because she found that the pointer she was holding in her hand had really turned into a white skull at this moment!

She immediately threw the skull out, watching the head roll on the ground and finally stop at the feet of a student.

But at this time, Wu Xiao was already overly frightened, his eyes went dark, and he fell headlong to the ground.

Since then, Wu Xiao has never left here.

Every time she repeats the same thing in this classroom, she can't even count how many days have passed until now, and she has lost the concept of time.

She also thought about escaping, but there was no way. After she got out, she would still find herself in this classroom, and she could only repeat the same lessons and say the same words day after day.

She looked down at the blood-stained and terrifying paper in despair, and listened to the voices of the students urging her to give a lecture.

The first question, there is a ghost in your home, where is this ghost hiding in your home?

Wu Xiao only felt extremely hopeless, all hope was lost, and it was like this again...