Zhuo Bufan tried hard to calm down.
After all, panicking at this time is of no use, and will instead put you in a more dangerous situation.
At least they didn't die as soon as they entered, indicating that entering the toilet itself is not a condition that triggers death.
Zhuo Bufan's eyes fell on the three burning incense sticks in the toilet cubicle. Is there something special about this incense?
Zhuo Bufan stared at Xiang for a while, then turned to the next cubicle.
Wei Wei opened the door a little and saw the incense stick in the corner.
At this moment, there is no danger yet. Could it be that these burning incense are working?
Zhuo Bufan kept recalling in his mind everything that had happened since he was promoted by the dean, and all the details.
I want to use this to derive the correct rules.
However, just when Zhuo Bufan was thinking.
In front of him, there were three burning incense sticks. Suddenly, the firelight of two of them dimmed.
It seems to be going out.
Zhuo Bufan's heart froze!
not good!
If the burning incense was used to protect them, wouldn't it be dangerous if it was extinguished?
Zhuo Bufan rushed over and instinctively blocked the two incense sticks with his hands.
He pouted and exhaled a weak stream of air from his mouth.
The wind helped the fire, hoping to make the two incense burn again.
With his efforts, the two weak firelights lived up to his expectations, glowing red and bright again, and seemed to be burning again.
Zhuo Bufan finally let go of his worries, and then realized that his back had been soaked in cold sweat in just a few short seconds.
Zhuo Bufan removed his hands from around the incense and was about to continue observing his surroundings.
Unexpectedly, at this moment,
Those two burning bright red dots suddenly went out!
Zhuo Bufan froze on the spot.
For a moment, intense despair seized his soul.
I just felt that all the strength in my body had been drained away, and the guillotine of death had fallen.
However, he stood there like this for a long time, and nothing happened.
Zhuo Bufan finally realized that nothing happened to him and blinked in confusion.
Perhaps the extinguishing of the incense has nothing to do with the danger?
Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to see Li Fei.
At this time, his eyes have gradually adapted to the dark environment of the toilet.
With that little fluorescent green light, Zhuo Bufan saw Li Fei still sitting on the ground motionless.
Zhuo Bufan thought that Li Fei was too scared to act rashly.
He moved towards Li Fei little by little, trying not to make any noise.
After all, no one knows whether the sound will be the death condition of this toilet.
Zhuo Bufan approached Li Fei, reached out and patted his shoulder gently.
Li Fei turned his head slowly without making any sound.
It's just too dark around here.
Zhuo Bufan didn't see that Li Fei's face was numb and dull with fear.
Li Fei looked at Zhuo Bufan intently for a full minute.
He slowly stretched out his hand, pointed upward, and pointed at the top of his head, signaling Zhuo Bufan to look up.
At the same time, he raised his head and looked at the ceiling of the toilet.
Zhuo Bufan followed Li Fei's movements, raised his head and looked upward.
It was pitch black.
However, I don't know if it was Zhuo Bufan's illusion, but he seemed to hear the sound of liquid rolling and surging above his head.
Like tiny water bubbles, slowly floating upward from the deep sea, with an indescribable sticky feeling.
Zhuo Bufan continued to look at the ceiling.
Gradually, he felt that there seemed to be something in the darkness?
Faint sounds and vague outlines.
finally,
I don't know if his eyes have adapted to the darkness,
That thing is still close enough.
Zhuo Bufan saw it.
A huge eye.
A strong shock overwhelmed his brain for a moment.
Crazy murmurs trembled in the ears, sharp, dull, and fragmented!
Twisted limbs that squirm like insects, and a sea of blood that has deposited countless disasters!
Zhuo Bufan rolled his eyes and fainted completely.
The "eye" blinked slowly.
The sea of blood was too filthy to reflect anyone's shadow.
He just stared at the two people on the ground in silence.
——"You won't do anything else after I leave, right?"
In the "pupil", the bright red waves swayed slightly, as if nodding.
——Well, I won’t do anything else.
The "eye" no longer descends, but hovers in mid-air.
In the evening, the school has a unified dinner time.
After the bell rang, Mu Ruijin was able to skillfully squeeze in among the students and follow them out to the school cafeteria to eat.
Fortunately, the dishes in the cafeteria are edible for their humans, although they don't taste good.
Mu Ruijin scooped up the food with a spoon, pulled down the mask on his face, quickly stuffed the food into his mouth, and chewed mechanically.
The food on the plate was like a puddle of mud, the color of which was indescribable.
Mu Ruijin felt that the taste of this stuff was not much different from shit.
Ah, no, there is still shit to be done.
This stuff is rare.
Sitting not far from her were Zhou Jing and Zheng Binbin, who were assigned to the next class.
The two people also showed disgusted expressions and mechanically stuffed the things on the plate into their stomachs.
In the cafeteria, there are patrolling teachers who will always keep an eye on students to see if they are wasting food.
Once the teacher discovers the phenomenon of wasting food, the students will be punished.
In the past several times when this ghost story was open, some investigators chose not to come for dinner.
But the opening time of this strange story is simply not enough for people to survive so many days without eating.
Mu Ruijin ate the unpalatable food, thinking about Zhuo Bufan and Li Fei who never came back.
She trusts Zhuo Bufan. After all, Zhuo Bufan has shown great strength since he first entered this strange story.
Mu Ruijin also believed that since Zhuo Bufan dared to face the dean with Li Fei, he would definitely have a way to deal with it.
That's why she calmly said "just wait and see what happens" to Zhou Jing when Zhuo Bufan and Li Fei were taken away by the dean.
But why, the two of them still haven't come back until now?
Could it be that something unexpected happened?
Mu Ruijin tried his best to stay calm.
Tell yourself that maybe they're just stuck on something.
After dinner, Mu Ruijin went to evening self-study with everyone.
At 10 o'clock in the evening, the senior high school students' evening self-study was over and they returned to the dormitory.
Zhuo Bufan and Li Fei still didn't show up.
Among the many guides on the forum, there has never been a precedent for an investigator to survive spending the night outside the dormitory.
Mu Ruijin looked at the boys' dormitory building opposite. Until the school's lights-out time, Zhuo Bufan and Li Fei did not appear on the balcony.
Mu Ruijin thought that they might really be dead.
I didn't expect that my luck would be so bad this time.
It was obviously a ghost story that had been conquered, but it had undergone such unpredictable changes.
As soon as he entered, he lost two investigators.
Mu Ruijin lay on the bed and took off the mask he had been wearing during the day.
From the corner of the lip to the cheekbone, there was a huge penetrating wound. After healing, it turned into a weird and funny smile.
This wound almost cut her entire face into two halves.
It's hard to imagine how a person could survive such a situation.
In the darkness, Mu Ruijin opened his lips slightly and let out an indescribable sigh.
Wang Qing also saw the campus meal that Mu Ruijin and others found unpalatable.
Wang Qing couldn't hold it back on the spot.
Pointing to the unknown object on the plate, he looked at Zhang Xiaoyun in disbelief and asked with a trembling voice:
"In your school, do you just give shit to students?"
"puff."
Unable to hold it back, the butler standing next to him burst out laughing.
But soon, his professionalism made him adjust his expression again, and he coughed twice to remind Wang Qing.
"Ahem, Ms. Wang, why don't you listen to Teacher Zhang's answer."
Only then did Wang Qing realize that what he said was a bit too unpleasant.
She suddenly looked embarrassed and tried to explain:
"Well, that's not what I meant - it's just a metaphor for looking a bit like shit."
Why does it feel like there's something wrong with saying this?
Wang Qing had no choice but to shut his mouth.
Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoyun became the dean of students at a young age, and his psychological quality is very good.
Even now, he can still maintain a sweet smile.
"This is a nutritionally balanced ratio that ensures the nutrients students must consume every day."
Zhang Xiaoyun explained,
"Making it in this state is more conducive to students' consumption and digestion."
Wang Qing thought about it for a while.
What if I cooperate with this school and provide food for the school canteen.
Doesn’t it mean that the food produced on your own farm will also be shaped and taste like shit?
Although, there is something wrong with the food produced on my own farm:
For example, rice grown from toads,
Pumpkins growing on cats,
Milk squeezed from a snail,
There is also a certain mushroom growing on dogs that was discovered in Kotou Village not long ago.
But when I thought about it, the agricultural and sideline products produced on my farm would be made into lumps like this for students to eat.
Why does Wang Qing feel so unspeakably unhappy?
"Teacher Zhang, I know that everything your school does is for the development of students, but eating these excrement... food paste every day shouldn't be bad for students, right?"
"After all, food should not only be about impact, but also about color, flavor, and flavor. If it doesn't even look good and it's difficult for students to swallow it, what's the use of additional nutrition?"
The more Wang Qing thought about it, the more he felt that what he said made sense.
Everything about Gaocai Middle School is good, but it's a bit stingy in some aspects.
While there is no ambiguity at all when it comes to students’ education, nutrition is also ensured by the campus meals provided to students every day.
But look at the toilets that are in disrepair, and look at the food that is nutritious but looks like shit.
well.
Wang Qing sighed in his heart and said sincerely:
"It's not enough to just develop students' academic performance. We also need to cultivate their aesthetic sentiments!"
Wang Qing doesn't believe that students can have any normal aesthetics when faced with shit-like food every day.
Zhang Xiaoyun always kept a smile and listened quietly to Wang Qing's words. When Wang Qing finished speaking, she spoke:
"What Ms. Wang said is not unreasonable. I will mention this to the principal."
Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaoyun paused.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Wang. The principal has gone out for some matters and has no way to come back for the time being. I cannot receive you in person. It is really not because the school is deliberately neglecting you."
"The principal will return to school tomorrow, and there will be a welcome ceremony prepared for you. I hope you can stay on campus tonight."
Wang Qing looked out the window and saw that it was already getting dark.
For a moment, I didn’t know if it was an illusion or what.
Wang Qing felt that this school was like an island floating in chaos.
Inside the school, every classroom is brightly lit.
Outside the school, there was a dead darkness with no end in sight.
In addition to the sounds inside the campus, Wang Qing could not hear any sounds from outside the school.
There were no sounds of cars passing by on the street or horns honking.
Wang Qing's mood finally improved from the depression of seeing all kinds of food.
Forget it, it's just a small flaw that makes the food look like this.
Despite its flaws, the school itself is pretty good.
Even the location was chosen in a secluded place to prevent outside noise from affecting students' learning.
Wang Qing couldn't help but think of the time when he was in high school.
There was a construction site next to her school at that time.
The construction site is under construction, and it is extremely noisy every day, making it difficult for people to concentrate on studying.
At that time, Wang Qing heard that some particularly good schools were built in secluded places in the mountains.
It is to allow students to concentrate on their studies and not be disturbed by external things.
It must be like Gaocai Middle School.
"Then it's your school's fault. It's so late and it's inconvenient for the housekeeper and I to go back to the farm, so we'll just stay here for one night."
Wang Qing was arranged by the school to live in a single-room dormitory.
The environment in the dormitory is relatively simple.
After all, Wang Qing had lived in high school dormitories and university dormitories, so he accepted it well and fell asleep not long after lying in bed at night.
In the toilet of the teacher's office building,
I don’t know how long it took.
The two people who were unconscious on the ground slowly woke up.
What happened before?
Zhuo Bufan rubbed his swollen and painful head, feeling that the fragments in his memory were blurry and messy.
When the human body is too frightened, it will protect itself by temporarily forgetting something.
Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but wonder, did he encounter something too terrifying, so he couldn't remember it?
But if you really encounter such a terrifying thing,
Why can I still be alive?
Zhuo Bufan closed his eyes and recalled painfully for a long time, only remembering fragments.
It seemed that he and Li Fei were punished by the dean and forced to clean the toilets in the office building.
The toilet in the teacher's office building is a taboo place in Gaocai Middle School.
No investigator can escape this.
But I am still alive...
It seems like, what did you see before you fell into coma?
what is it then?
Zhuo Bufan subconsciously raised his head and looked at the ceiling.
That huge "eye" caught his eye again.
Zhuo Bufan opened his mouth silently and squeezed out a breath from his throat.
He rolled his eyes and fainted again.
The "eyes" blinked slowly.
Well, do nothing.
I agreed to work for my boss.
Boss, let it do nothing...listen to the boss.
It's quiet at night.
A monster covered with feathers flew into Kuancai Middle School out of nowhere.
On the head, countless soft blood vessels float like seaweed, capturing the breath in the air.
Finally, he stopped in front of the window of the dormitory building.
"mu...m...ma...mama..."
