Hit ghost

With identities that could replace them, the three of them managed to sneak into the West Teaching Building under the leadership of Su Xiaoxiao. Before class time came, Su Xiaoxiao said that he would take the opportunity to take them through the place where they were going to visit the spirit tonight. .

The building of Jincheng Academy of Fine Arts has a history of at least a hundred years, and even the solid wooden stairs under the feet have accumulated the luster of years. Xie Jin followed Wen Liang, with a strange expression on his face.

I don't know when it started, Su Xiaoxiao shrank from the first guide to the middle of the two, probably out of instinctive fear of the aura emanating from Wen Liang, she finally had to hold Xie Jin's hand tightly before she was willing to move forward.

And Ji Duan, who was invisible to ordinary people, had a dark face, and wanted to push the girl away, but he seemed unable to do so, and his frantic look was inexplicably funny.

"I suddenly remembered another strange story about our school."

The weight of the person stepped on the wooden stairs, making a dull creaking sound, and Su Xiaoxiao tremblingly said in this intermittent voice, "This is just what I heard from others, and I can't be sure of the authenticity."

The three of them stopped and looked at her terrified face, only to see that Su Xiaoxiao subconsciously grasped Xie Jin's arm with more force, and the pointed armor inlaid with shiny diamonds pierced deeply into Xie Jin's flesh.

"Hmm!" Xie Jin was in pain, he twitched the corners of his eyes, a trace of pain obviously flashed across his expression.

When Ji Duan saw the pointed nails, he instantly recalled the female ghost he met in the abandoned apartment building. His body was almost faster than his thoughts, and he slapped Su Xiaoxiao's hand with his palm.

However, Ji Duan didn't touch Su Xiaoxiao, his hand passed through the girl, only causing a gust of wind.Su Xiaoxiao, who was already nervous, was startled by the sudden wind, and was so frightened that she almost jumped up on the spot: "Huh?!"

There were obviously no windows in the teaching building, but a gust of wind came out of nowhere and hit her hand. Su Xiaoxiao's hair was about to stand on end. She was sure that she didn't have hallucinations.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." The thin man with pale skin beside him was talking, but his eyes were not looking in her direction. Su Xiaoxiao felt that something was wrong with her woman's sixth sense.

She suppressed the fear in her heart and watched Xie Jin gesticulate in the air, as if there was an invisible person standing there that no one else could see.

Could it be that... this spirit detective anchor can see ghosts?Su Xiaoxiao looked at Xie Jin with increasingly strange eyes, just when she suspected that the critical peak value was about to explode, Wen Liang walked over.

"What did you want to say just now?" Wen Liang ignored the two people on the side, his voice diverted Su Xiaoxiao's attention, and successfully made the nervous girl look at him.

"Ah...that's me, that...he?" Su Xiaoxiao looked at Wen Liang, then at Xie Jin who had returned to normal, and finished what he said just now with gritted teeth.

"That was a long time ago. It is said that a girl died in our school. Some people said that she committed suicide by jumping off the building because she couldn't think about it. Others said that she committed suicide because she had no hope of finding her sister. There are rumors that this girl died when she died. Separation, the headless female ghost in the West Teaching Building is her."

"Tell me more about it. What does it mean to have no hope of finding your sister, and end up regretting committing suicide?" Wen Liang looked at Xie Jin comforting Ji Duan, and when he heard Su Xiaoxiao say this, he inevitably frowned, "Headless female ghost."

"It seems that both of their sisters are from our school. I don't remember which class they are, but my sister seems to disappear suddenly one day." Su Xiaoxiao kept pressing her trigeminal nerve with her fingers, "I don't know what happened later, sister Became a freshman, and ended up committing suicide by jumping off a building before the semester was over."

"I remember that she seems to be pregnant. This is what I heard from people. I am timid and don't often listen to these things." Su Xiaoxiao paused, her complexion suddenly became bad again, "And tell me these things Man, she left not long ago."

"Gone? Where are you going?" Wen Liang was a little surprised. If it spreads supernatural events, it may cause trouble to the upper body.

"Going home, I heard that I couldn't afford a high fever at first, but now I have a low fever, and my body temperature can't come down." Su Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes and sighed, she pinned all her hopes on Wen Liang, "Master, can you help her?" ?"

Wen Liang was already numb to this title, so he followed her. He looked up at the dark and long corridor, a bit of coldness flashed in his gray-blue eyes: "Okay, I'll just give you another shield to ward off evil spirits." .”

"That's great!" Su Xiaoxiao's face was filled with a smile visible to the naked eye, but before she was happy for a long time, a voice behind her stopped her.

"Xiaoxiao, what are you doing in the Chinese painting classroom? Professor Liu's class will start soon." The person who came was her classmate, a boy wearing overalls and overalls covered in paint, curiously looking at the three people in front of the door of the Chinese painting classroom.

It turned out to be white hair?You still have such a long braid, is this cosplay?The boy glanced at the most eye-catching Wen Liang in the crowd, and thought silently in his heart.

"Come on, let's go right away!" Su Xiaoxiao yelled in the boy's direction, then she turned her head to Wen Liang and Xie Jin and said, "Remember, our last class is until eight o'clock, and there may still be people in the studio after that to create, but it will not exceed twelve o'clock."

"During this period, you can move freely in the teaching building, but the security guards will come back around [-]:[-] to make inspections. After confirming that no one is there, they will lock the door downstairs. You must ensure that you will not be discovered by him."

"Okay, go to class quickly." Wen Liang watched Su Xiaoxiao leave with a smile on his face. He looked away and felt Ji Duan's malice beside him.

"Although I don't like that girl, I think it's too much for you to take advantage of the fire." Ji Duan scolded Wen Liang for his behavior. He glanced at Xie Jin's red arm intentionally or unintentionally, and snorted again.

Wen Liang didn't care, he put away his cigarette rod, and pushed his hands on the backs of the two: "The little girl has no source of income, she bought the amulet at half price and I will give you an extra one, is that unscrupulous? Let's go, first Go and see what those places are like under normal student activity."

Jincheng Academy of Fine Arts was founded in 1912 and has a history of [-] years so far. Xie Jin did a hasty preview when he was in the guest house, but accidentally found an important clue in the supernatural forum.

The original site of Jincheng Academy of Fine Arts was actually a crematorium.

I don't know if it's because of this reason, before Xie Jin completely entered the Jincheng Academy of Fine Arts, he always felt that this building, which was restored and renovated back and forth, was shrouded in something.

Xie Jin didn't talk too much, after all, Wen Liang didn't say anything, he, a little anchor who knows a little about superficiality, doesn't have any right to speak.

The three of them avoided the students rushing to the studio in the corridor, and came to the fourth floor of the West Teaching Building.No one seems to be attending evening classes here. Compared with the classrooms on the first and second floors, the fourth floor is almost pitch black.

Ji Duan took out the flashlight from Xie Jin's backpack. The pale light beam was like a sharp knife tearing open the darkness, and it shone straight into the depths of the seemingly endless corridor. The so-called crying portrait.

Wen Liang didn't even take a flashlight, and walked into the darkness first with his back to the light. The pair of espadrilles on his feet were quiet, and there was no sound of footsteps.

Xie Jin and Ji Duan followed closely behind. Compared with Wen Liang, Xie Jin's footsteps were slightly deliberately heavy.

Wen Liang walked forward in silence for more than ten meters. Wen Liang stopped in front of him, and a corner appeared in front of him. There was no green sign on the wall above. The circular corridor was like a deep and quiet maze. If you lose your way in the middle of the road, it may not be easy to get out.

"What we saw just now, is it just a wall?"

Xie Jin caressed the wall gently, and the cold touch made him withdraw his hand. It is said that the west teaching building of Jincheng Academy of Fine Arts is an old-fashioned building made of solid red bricks. Even in this hot and humid night, it still has no temperature.

"Don't touch it, this place is too dark." Ji Duan passed by him, grabbed Xie Jin's wrist, and pulled him towards Wen Liang.

The three of them walked a further distance, and the portrait finally appeared within the range of the flashlight.

At the end of the corridor around the corner, there was at least one huge portrait hanging on the wall, and the classroom next to it was full of broken desks and chairs that were not used.

"Is this the painting that Su Xiaoxiao was talking about?" Xie Jin looked at the woman in the painting through the light. Wearing a layer of white gauze, downcast eyes smiling

gentle.

She is obviously a very beautiful woman, but how did she become a female ghost in nonsensical crying portraits in campus ghost talks?

Xie Jin looked at Wen Liang standing in front of the painting. The white-haired man didn't speak, but just stared intently at the painting with his gray-blue eyes.

"Let's go, go to the next place." Wen Liang turned around and faced the two, "The next place is the top stairs of this building, right?"

The classroom setting mechanism of the West Teaching Building is very strange. Students’ studios are usually only on the lower floors, and even the studios of printmaking and printing majors are placed underground.

The classrooms from the fourth floor upwards are all closed to teachers and students, and most of them are used as the school's warehouse. Damaged and old tables and chairs are piled up everywhere, and even the corridors are full of dusty smell.

The three of them quickly found an external side ladder, and the door leading to the outside was not locked—perhaps because the lock head was aging and could not be closed.

Opening the outer door of the stairwell, they lightly stepped on some rusty iron stairs.

The stairwell covered by the glass room is equipped with simple iron stairs. Once people step on it, even Wen Liang will make a dull "squeak" sound.

The red paint on the stairs has lost its original brilliance after being exposed to the sun, like oxidized and blackened blood, covering the entire stairway.

There are seven floors in the West Teaching Building. The three of them climbed to the top floor with unpleasant creaking sounds, and when they opened the door leading to the corridor, they were all shocked by the sight before them.

Among the messy tables and chairs, there are countless balls scattered. These may be discarded sports equipment from the sports department. They are densely piled up in the corridor, and they don't know why they don't throw them away.

"I can't get through this way, go down to the sixth floor, go in from the sixth floor and come up again." Wen Liang turned around, and noticed at a glance that Xie Jin, who was closest to him, had a strange expression on his face, "What's wrong with you?"

"Uncle Xie?" Ji Duan also looked at Xie Jin. Xie Jin's already pale face was even more frightening under the light of the flashlight. His expression was very stiff, as if he had seen something terrifying.

"Xie Jin! What's wrong with you?"

Ji Duan grabbed his hand and touched the cold fingertips, which were even colder than the black wall just now.

"Don't you think the shape of these balls is very strange..." Xie Jin pointed to those balls of different shapes. Because they had not been inflated all year round, these balls were severely deflated, lying densely in the gaps between tables and chairs, lifeless.

Ji Duan followed his gaze, but he didn't feel where Xie Jin's fear came from. Those balls were just arranged densely. Could it be that Xie Jin is a person with dense phobia?

"Su Xiaoxiao mentioned that there will always be the sound of slapping balls on the stairs on the top floor of the West Teaching Building... If there is really a ghost at work, could it be these balls?"

Xie Jin subconsciously swallowed his saliva, resisting the chill that made his scalp numb, and looked at the densely packed balls in the corridor again.

"And don't you think that some balls hidden in the tables and chairs look like human heads?"