The Death Knell

Seeing so many skeletons staring at him, Su Ming kept walking, just squeezed his finger on the brim of his cowboy hat and nodded at the skeletons, even as a greeting.

Then he hugged his apprentice and continued to walk to the elevator.

The skeletons behind them glanced at each other, and the spider webs entwined with them were torn off. There were no eyeballs in the eye sockets of the black hole, and they couldn't make a sound even when they opened their jaws. No one knew if they were communicating.

But they seemed to disappear with angrily stomping their feet.

There is a small side hall next to the lobby, which is a shared meeting room and study room. When passing by the door, you can hear the sound of clicking from the room.

"Teacher, it's the voice of the typewriter." The secret guest stopped and looked at Su Ming with excitement: "I want to go in and take a look."

"Let's take a look, it should be Jack's typewriter." The death knell is indispensable. After all, if you come out to play, you must make the apprentice happy: "I'm not sure if the library is on the first floor, but since this is a haunted house, Rearranging the rooms is also normal."

In this way, the two of them walked into the meeting room. There were beautiful large French windows and a table lamp with a glass lampshade on the round table. The air was full of the smell of dust.

The typewriter that heard the sound was under a ray of light in the dark, and the jammed paper on it was constantly moving, and from time to time it would make a ‘click’ to return to its place, as if an invisible person was using it.

The secret guest who was pulling Su Ming speeded up his pace. It can be said that he ran over, as if he was afraid of letting the ghost run away.

She glanced at the yellowish paper and looked at the black letters that suddenly appeared on the paper. Not only was she not afraid, but she clapped her hands happily.

"Teacher, look! The classic is reproduced!"

Of course it is a classic reproduction. Su Ming leaned down from the other side of the table and looked at the paper. Both of them had their hands on the backs of the chairs, as if they were holding a non-existent writer on the chair.

The same sentence is repeated endlessly on the paper:

"Just work and not play, smart Jack becomes stupid."

"Oh, yes, do you like this typewriter? Take it back as a souvenir for you?" Su Ming looked at his student and made a suggestion. If the secret guest did not learn anything from him, then this girl did not. Squirrel disease basically does not search for loot. "

"Hmm! Not bad." The secret guest tilted his head to think, then nodded cutely: "It's just that I don't know yet to take it out, and it can type by itself, so I have to record a short video first."

After finishing talking, she took out her titanium alloy mobile phone from her pocket backhand, lit the small front lamp, and shot a commemorative video with her face and the typewriter on the table.

"Today, the teacher took me to the Far View Hotel to play. I am so happy. Have you seen what this is? By the way, this is Jack the Crazy Typewriter. Look, it is still repeating that line by itself. Isn’t it terrible? Hee hee, but if there is a teacher, I’m not afraid of anything."

After the short video was recorded, she edited it skillfully, added a bit of horror music, looked up at the ceiling and said:

"Adjutant, can you help me send this short video to Kama Taj's group? The group name is ‘Dear and Love Family’, I can’t wait to share it with you."

"But the sheriff himself is not in the group." The adjutant's projection floated from the death knell, and said mercilessly: "He thinks the name is too dirty."

"It's because the teacher is not there that I want to show off to others." The adjutant turned on the Bluetooth function of the mobile phone and stretched it out in front of the adjutant: "You have a lot to learn, and people's hearts are better than you realize. It’s also complicated. This is not just a sense of existence, but a plan for me."

"Your darkness is exactly the same as the sheriff, the information transmission is complete." The doll flattened his mouth silently, rolled his eyes and disappeared.

Su Ming was non-committal about this, but their actions obviously made something unhappy. The chair they held together flew out with a creak, and then disintegrated automatically with a slap. The next step was the desk lamp on the table. Swish hit the wall and smashed to pieces.

The invisible force wanted to throw the typewriter off, but the strangling black tentacles firmly grasped it in a few tentacles, and slowly stuffed it into the secret guest's pocket as a show.

"Huh."

The meaning of strangulation is very simple. Today, this typewriter is protected, and it won’t be able to keep it when God comes, it said.

The host said to give the typewriter to the student, and the good symbiote must help the host achieve its goal.

"Oh, someone is angry, it's terrible." Su Ming flicked the soot to the side perfunctorily, and when he returned to the darkness, he yawned: "This place is really terrifying, so scary."

"Yeah, it's terrible." The secret guest also agreed, and by the way, he put away the remaining manuscript paper on the desk, the manuscript paper with the "Jack Scripture": "Teacher, let's go and see if there is something upstairs. There is nothing that is not scary."

The two of them left the side hall just like that, UU reading www.uukanshu.com didn't even plan to look back, and walked toward the elevator without hurried steps.

The golden hall looked gray at night, and the white wallpaper in the corridor seemed to be covered with mold and dust. After walking for a certain distance, the two came to the front of the triple elevator with a half-moon-shaped floor indicator board. , At this time, it is moving as fast as a clock.

When the two stood still, the elevator was still on the top floor, but after pressing the call button, the elevator fell down quickly as if it were freely falling from the top floor.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound echoing in the dark corridor, the elevator door opened, but it was not that there was nothing in the elevator, but a large amount of blood gushing out like a dam bursting.

Obviously it was only three elevators, but this **** scene reminded Su Ming of the movement when the hydropower station was opened. The red liquid swept in with a roar like a tsunami, and the smell of blood instantly filled the nasal cavity.

But Mi Ke's eyes are brighter, she likes this style.

When it was said that it was too late, the two were overwhelmed by the tide of blood, and the blood continuously sprayed out the originally small elevator car, engulfing them as if endlessly, but disappeared after flowing through the corner of the corridor.

But even so, everything in the field of vision was stained with blood.

The rush of blood from Wanma lasted for about three minutes before I gradually heard it. When the tide faded in the corridor, two blood men were still standing steadily on the spot, even the cigarette in the death knell's mouth was not gone.

Touching the blood on his face, Su Ming took off the cigarette in his mouth and spit out a smoke ring:

"The classic is reappearing again, but... this is it? Hurry up and get some hard goods. If there is no more exciting scene, I will give you a bad review on the public comment!"