Chapter 45
"Don't say your family is rich, what kind of high-ranking official is your father, the old man of Principal Song is extremely unselfish, and it doesn't matter who comes."
"The son of the former head of the Wucheng Public Security Bureau was fined for day school for violating the school rules continuously. The director personally found the principal and wanted the principal to sell him face, but guess what happened in the end?"
Su Lian was drowsy when he heard it: "If you told me to be directly shuanggui, it would be fucking outrageous."
"That person knelt down at that time." Gu Anjiu said more and more vigorously, and wished that there was a gavel in his hand to slap twice, "Principal Song was his teacher in the past, and the director was recognized as soon as he entered the door. What's the use, people just casually went to the door and stood there, but the director stood at the principal's door for more than two hours."
The foreshadowing was too long, and Su Lian yawned: "Do you want to say that the person in 303 downstairs was punished for day study?"
Lin Yan: "If the story is really like this..."
Song Jiaci: "Just, just..."
When did the two of you start eavesdropping, Su Lian felt an ominous premonition in his heart and wanted to stop.
Gu Anjiu's mouth was quicker than his head, and he quickly took up the next sentence: "Brother Lian, you have never been to 303. What I want to say is that 303 is actually empty when our school is so tense."
"And the door of 303 is all covered with newspapers, and a section of the wall was built outside the door, as if it was blocking something."
"Guess... why is there a whole dormitory without anyone living in the third middle school in such a tense dormitory?"
Feeling that the direction is getting more and more supernatural, Su Lian can think of the following with his toes: "Because of death?"
"You're only right, half of it." Gu Anjiu hesitated, "There are four people in a dormitory, three people died, and the other person is crazy."
The beginning of ghost stories is like this, Su Lian closed his eyes and began to play the heart-clearing mantra in his mind.
"According to their classmates, those people were playing with pen fairy in the dormitory, and something went wrong. Think about the place of the third middle school. Before liberation, it was a mass grave in a mass grave. The entire main urban area of Wucheng is second to none. The probability of recruiting evil spirits, um, is about the same as the probability of failing the language of the false master."
"The three dead..."
"One was nailed to the bottom of the upper bunk..."
Su Lian silently turned to his side from lying on his back.
"One is divided into a dozen pieces of meat, and embedded with cement in various positions of the dormitory wall..."
Su Lian buried his head in the quilt, and completely included the back of his head facing the wall into the quilt's protection.
"the last one……"
"It is said that the lower half of the body is stuck in the original position of the electric fan..."
Su Lian revealed a pair of eyes and glanced at the electric fan in the center of the bedroom. The electricity that had been off for a while suddenly turned on, the lights in the dormitory were bright, and the fans began to spin slowly.
"Squeak... Squeak..." The electric fans embedded in the ceiling turned their heads one after another, as if they were patrolling the few people in the bedroom, making strange laughter.
Suddenly, Su Lian's eyelids jumped and his back tightened.
The bottom half is stuck on the ceiling, the top half...
"As for the upper body, I haven't found it yet..."
Gu Anjiu's faint voice came from the room next door, and the whole bedroom fell into a strange silence.
At the end of the summer in September, the din of insects and birds disappeared in unison. The weather should have been hot and dry, but I felt the wind on my back, and I felt cold.
303…403… Sounds pretty smooth.
Su Lian's mind froze for a moment, and then reconnected. The dormitory lying down right now is right above 303.
"After talking, go to sleep." Gu Anjiu was relaxed, and gave Su Lian a flattering glance, "Could you please turn off the lights, brother Lian?"
Su Lian raised his hand and took a notebook and smashed it at the switch. The lights in the dormitory went out and fell into darkness.
These people are very big-hearted. One second they were scared to death, and the next second they all fell asleep. One after another, the sound of sleep and purring was repeated, and the dormitory symphony orchestra officially came on stage.
Thinking of the top half of the corpse, Su Lian wiped his face, what did he do tonight.
First, he was led by Chi Wang along a narrow path, but he was considered a big villain, and then he was irritated by Gu Anjiu's dormitory chatter, and it was endless.
In fact, he was not so afraid of ghosts before. The medical practitioners had never seen any strange phenomena, dripping with blood, and had seen a lot of living and dead people.
Once, these two brothers brought back a top-notch ghost movie, closed the curtains, and had to pull everyone to try their courage together.
Su Lian joined indifferently with the mentality that it was all carbohydrates, and sat on the sofa, watching from the sidelines.
Then, with a startled BGM, slowly, slowly, he pulled Chi Li's hand to block his eyes.
Between the thin fingers, I happened to see a red-clothed female ghost with disheveled hair crawling out of the hospital morgue. So much so that every time I pass by the mortuary of the hospital, my scalp tingles.
This person, Chi Huang, is quite courageous.
Su Lian was sitting above the strange 303 dormitory, not sleepy. Looking sideways at the phone, it was already 0:43.
After thinking about it for a while, I decided to chat with Chi Wang, a patient on a daily basis, and stay overnight for a night. Anyway, there are many children there.
Carrying his own pillow with his backhand, Su Lian quietly climbed down from the room, quietly exited 403, and walked to the opposite door.