Cellululu withdrew her gaze from the closed gap between the two school gates, raised her head and looked at the appearance of the school. The gate was made of iron and was as tall as two people. It was painted with gray primer, and there were three people next to it. The high gray cement wall looks almost colorless, and in the night, it looks dull but depressing.
Compared with ordinary schools, it is obvious that the gate and walls are too dense, and it looks like a cage that tightly closes and locks everything inside.
Cellululu glanced at the vertical school plaque hanging on the side of the gate. On it were written four characters - Fending Middle School.
Cellululu's gaze that had just been withdrawn immediately returned to focus, and she stared at the school plaque carefully for a while with an expressionless expression. Then she realized that the name of the school should be Mosquito Lamp Middle School, but the plaque was probably a few years old, and there were incised inscriptions on it. The black writing has partially peeled off, which makes it look like such a scary name at first glance.
It's so easy to get it wrong, and the school doesn't care? Don't you think it's unlucky?
This thought flashed across Cellululu's mind, and she did not continue to think about it further. She walked to the small iron door on the other side of the door. Next to it was the reception room. Through the reception window that was half-hidden by a curtain, there was a dim light inside. of light shoots out.
Celluloid raised her hand and knocked on the window glass. After waiting for a while, the dark red corduroy curtains were slowly opened, and a wrinkled and yellow old face like dry bark suddenly appeared on the glass.
Cellulu looked at him expressionlessly, and the old face stared at her expressionlessly. The two sides stared at each other in silence for five or six seconds, neither of them spoke.
For a moment, the old face seemed unable to hold its nerve anymore. Finally, the glass window opened, and the owner of the old face leaned out slightly. It turned out to be a hunchbacked old man in his sixties.
The old man's eyelids drooped, making it difficult to see the emotions in his cloudy eyes. Before he could speak, he coughed heartbreakingly several times, and then asked slowly.
"Which class are you in? Tell me your name. Why are you back so late?"
The old man's voice was unusually hoarse and low, and his words were slurred, as if there were a few mouthfuls of old phlegm stuck in his throat. Listening to it made people feel an indescribable physical discomfort.
"Celulu, Class 2-5." Cellululu replied calmly, not saying a single extra word.
In order to increase her convincing power, she also took out a textbook with her name and class number on it from her schoolbag.
This schoolbag should have been left in the Dead Man's Gully long ago, but it was still magically transformed by the ghost brother. Although he didn't know where Shenyin had gone before arriving at the school gate, Cellululu didn't care.
The old man glanced at the textbook, lowered his head, picked up a roster from the table, flipped through it for a while, and said oh.
"Found it, celluloid."
Celluloid took a glance at it and found that there were two stacks of rosters. One was a hard-covered notebook with a black background, with narrow strips of adhesive tape on it, and blue ballpoint pen writing similar to that of Class 25, and the other was There was a stack of yellow notebooks. Cellululu glanced at it and could only see that the top one had the words "Night One" written on it. The back was blocked but could not be seen clearly.
One night? Do you mean night shift? Does this school also offer night classes? No wonder the teaching building is still lit at night.
Cellululu was thinking in her mind. The small door in front of her opened. The old man stood by the door and said, "Come in quickly." He was waiting nearby.
Cellululu tightened her schoolbag and walked into Mosquito Light Middle School.
There was a bang and the sound of the door closing behind her. Cellululu looked back and found that the old man was still standing by the small door, motionless. Under the shadow, his face could not be seen clearly, and she only felt that he was like a solidified statue.
Cellululu stayed still, and he remained motionless. After watching for a while, Cellululu turned around and continued walking towards the school.
After walking about a dozen steps, she looked back again. Looking from a distance, the old man was still standing by the door, as if he didn't intend to leave until he saw her enter the teaching building or dormitory building.
Cellululu stopped looking behind her and turned to look at the layout of the school in front of her.
She stood at the entrance of a tree-lined avenue, with a row of old willows about several decades old on both sides. The branches of the willows were luxuriant and hanging down, making them airtight. Almost only the roots of the lowermost trunk could be seen.
The night wind blew by, and countless wicker branches swayed gently. Under the dim light of the hairy moon, they cast a black silhouette of teeth and claws on the ground.
Cellululu's face and body while walking were also reflected by countless shadowy willow branches, making her look mottled and fragmented, as if she would suddenly fall apart in the next moment.
What a talented design. I don’t know how the night school students feel when they walk this road every night. Celluloid expresses her thoughts with an expressionless face.
After passing the tree-lined avenue, there is a standard 400-meter oval playground, and after that, there is a huge circular flower bed.
There are a bunch of green plants densely planted in the flower bed. At night, it is a big black mass. You can't even see the person hiding inside. There are also three mulberry trees planted in the middle of the flower bed, but they seem to be planted in different years. , but the mulberry tree in the middle is obviously much taller than the two surrounding trees.
Cellululu walked around the flower bed and looked at the buildings behind. There were five buildings behind, all four stories high, symmetrically distributed in pairs. The last building was built evenly between the four buildings. on the middle extension line.
Cellululu finished looking at it and was about to continue walking, but suddenly she seemed to realize something and stopped suddenly.
She observed the layout of the five buildings again, then looked back at the circular flower bed behind her and the three trees in the flower bed, and suddenly murmured to herself with enlightenment.
"Isn't this an enlarged version of the tombstone and incense burner?"
The five buildings together, when viewed from above, look like a rectangular tombstone with a spire. The circular flower bed is a huge incense burner, and the three trees inside are three incense sticks, which is the most unlucky thing. Two short and one long fragrant.
Cellululu understood and murmured to herself, "On purpose? Or is it a coincidence?"
If this design is intentional, it must have some purpose, otherwise with this kind of feng shui, even if there are many young students in the school and strong yang energy, over time it will be like seeking death.
If it was a coincidence, it would be even more unlucky, and I don’t know how this natural and dangerous pattern was formed.
However, there are currently too few clues, so we can only take a step at a time.
Looking back at the two buildings closest to her again, both of which were teaching buildings, Cellululu walked into the first building on the left without hesitation. This was the brightly lit building she had just seen.
As for the first teaching building on the right, there is almost no lighting as a whole, but some rooms on certain floors have some white lights. Looking at it at night, this scarce light makes the whole building a bit eerie.
As soon as he stepped into the teaching building, Cellululu smelled a strange smell that he couldn't describe. It was sweet but not sweet, and musty but not musty. It was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had smelled it. It had a similar smell, but after walking a few steps, it seemed that my sense of smell had gotten used to it, and the smell seemed to disappear and become unsmellable.
There are a row of display windows on both sides of the wall in the lobby of the teaching building, with many photos and posters posted on them. Cellululu walked to one of the walls and took a look. There were many school notices and student activity displays posted inside.
A poster introduced the school student sports meeting that seemed to have just ended. It was accompanied by many black and white photos, including photos of students sprinting on the track, photos of two classes competing in a tug-of-war, and teachers and classmates cheering for the students participating in the competition. There are also photos of school leaders speaking to all teachers and students in the playground, etc.
However, it seems that because the film is not very good, the pigments in the developed photos appear quite dull, making the people and environment in the photos appear dim and unclear.
After taking a few glances, Cellululu walked to the other side of the display window and realized that the long strips were all portraits of different teachers. Below were written introductions to these teachers' experiences, advanced deeds, and outstanding commendations.
Cellululu's eyes fell on one of the black and white photos. A young woman in her twenties smiled shyly and shyly. She was wearing a simple white shirt. The photo showed half of her tightly buttoned and neat collar.
The following experience introduction states that she graduated from xx Normal College. She joined the company from xx75 to xx81. She taught Chinese and served as the head teacher of Class 3 and Class 2, Class 1 and Class 2 of Senior High School, etc. What outstanding and outstanding work performance she has made , was rated as the school’s advanced teacher in 1980.
Cellululu looked at a few more people, and they basically all had similar introductions. However, Cellululu noticed one thing. Everyone’s teaching years actually started and ended with the year, month, and day. There was no teacher who followed the teaching year. The words "—-to date" are written on it, and the end time is the second year after winning the award.
In other words, all these teachers who have won various commendations left the school in the second year after winning the award? Is this resigning? is there any other reason?
Looking at the young faces on the celluloid, who are either serious, shy or smiling, there is always an indescribable strange feeling. Perhaps it is because these photos are in black and white, so it is easy for people to think of them. Posthumous photo?
However, from what she observed, the age of this place should still be in the era when there were only black and white photos, so it cannot be generalized.
Cellululu turned around and quickly walked through the lobby, leaving the two rows of display windows behind. Therefore, she did not see the people in the black and white photos, whether they were portraits or portraits, at the moment her back was turned to these windows. The teachers, students, and classmates at the sports meeting all turned their heads and bodies, and looked at Celluloid with an empty but malicious look.
Cellululu seemed to feel something and looked back, but didn't notice anything strange. She thought about it and walked back to the window again, but what she saw in front of her was the same as before.
She looked at it for a while, then turned around and left. The photo behind her was silent, except for the eyes that moved and glanced at the celluloid.
At this time, in front of Cellululu, there was a staircase leading to the upper floor. On the left was a long corridor with classrooms on both sides. On the right was also a corridor, but relatively short, with teachers' offices and some At the end of the functional room, there is a small door, and a slightly dim corner next to it seems to be an upward staircase.
Cellululu did not rush upstairs, but walked into the left corridor first and observed the classrooms on both sides.
Of the two classrooms closest to her, one had a protruding sign on the front door that read Form 1, Class 1, the other read Form 1 and Class 2, and so on, all the way to the end of Form 1 and Class 6.
The lights were on in every classroom, and the teacher's voice came from the crack in the closed door. Cellululu stood on tiptoes and looked in through the back door glass of a classroom.
Each student raised his head to listen to the lecture, and from time to time he was immersed in taking notes. In front of him stood a middle-aged male teacher, spitting and explaining.
However, the students attending the lecture all looked quite old. The youngest seemed to be in his early twenties, so he must be the so-called night school student.
Cellululu walked past night school students who were in class. When they reached the end of the corridor, there was a staircase going up, and next to it was an exit leading outside, but the door was locked at this time.
Cellululu looked at this side and then looked at the corridor on the other side. The small door out there was also locked. It seemed that only the door in the middle was accessible at night.
She went up to the second floor from the main staircase in the middle. There were a lot more noises on the second floor. As Cellululu walked along, she realized that the people sitting in the classroom were no longer night school students, but students of similar age to her. Students, in front of the podium, the teacher sat with his head down correcting something, with a relaxed expression. Even if the students below were making a little noise, he did not say anything to stop it.
Is this for evening self-study? However, it seems that middle school life is not needed.
Cellululu withdrew her gaze and quickly walked to the back door of Class 2 and Class 5. This should be her class according to the settings, right?
Cellululu poked her head in and took a look. The class was all full, and only one seat was empty. This saved Cellululu, who was still thinking about where she would sit, from guessing and inquiring.
Cellululu counted, including her, there were a total of 48 people in Class 2 and 5.
The students were either doing homework, reading, or taking a nap on their stomachs, or a few people at the front and back desks were whispering in low voices. Occasionally, you could see people throwing paper balls in the air to convey news, and occasionally there were a few laughs, but It was not very big, and there were no students standing up and running around. Everyone was sitting in their own seats. Behind the podium sat the teacher of their class. He was a man in his forties and wearing glasses. He lowered his head to correct something, so Cellululu couldn't see his face clearly for a while.
Cellululu looked at the only empty seat. The position that should belong to her by default was in the second column and the third row from the front. It was considered to be in the center of the entire class. Walking along this way, it was inevitable that most of the people in the class would pay attention. Yeah, but celluloid doesn't matter.
She entered the classroom expressionlessly and walked towards her seat. Wherever she passed, all the students couldn't help but look up at her. Celluloid couldn't tell whether there was any emotion in that glance, or there was no emotion at all. Anyway, , her addition did not seem to alarm the class.
However, this is normal. When a familiar classmate enters the classroom, even if it is a little late for evening self-study, he will not be surprised as if he is seeing her for the first time.
Cellulu sat down in the empty seat. The moment she lowered her head and put down her schoolbag, the air seemed to freeze suddenly. There was a heavy, suffocating and depressing pressure on her face. Even the white fluorescent light above her head suddenly jumped. The classroom was extremely short. The ground went dark for a while and then returned to normal brightness.
Cellululu suddenly raised her head and looked around, only to see that everything was still as usual, as if the strangeness she felt just now was all an illusion.
She remained silent. At this moment, the male teacher in front seemed to suddenly notice that there was an extra person in the classroom. He looked up at Cellululu and said calmly.
"Celulu is here? Be careful not to go back to school too late next time."
Then, he casually checked something in a notebook and went back to correcting things.
Cellululu also looked up and saw clearly the appearance of the class teacher. His facial features were ordinary, and he could barely be described as gentle and gentle, even though his nose was furrowed and his eyes were droopy, which made him look a little more gloomy and mean.
At this time, the deskmate next to her suddenly asked.
"Why did you come back so late today? Don't you usually go back to school before dinner?"
Cellululu turned her head and looked at her deskmate. He was a fat little man covered in acne, but his face was not honest, but rather cunning.
"Something happened at home, so I was delayed."
Cellululu muttered something calmly, lowered her head and took out a textbook, pretending to read, and started flipping through it casually.
The little fat man muttered something unknown. Seeing that Cellululu was not interested in talking to him, he just tore up his notebook and started working on his origami business. Cellululu saw several paper airplanes on his table. , paper frog, paper crane.
Cellululu looked up at the circular clock hanging on the front wall. It was now a quarter past seven in the evening. Generally speaking, evening self-study usually ends at eight o'clock. I wonder if it is the same here.
As for how to go back to her dormitory after the end, I believe that as long as she is not a very unpopular person, her classmates in the same dormitory should invite her to go back to the dormitory with her, right?
Cellululu flipped through the textbook while secretly observing her surroundings, but there was nothing strange about the students around her. On the contrary, outside, a thunderous rumble suddenly came from the sky, followed immediately by the sound of a few raindrops falling. After a while, it turned into a continuous roaring downpour.
"Why did it rain suddenly?"
"I didn't bring an umbrella. I'm going to run back to the dormitory in the rain."
"It's so annoying. I have to take a shower and wash clothes when I get back. I hate taking showers."
There were scattered and small complaints in the classroom, and the heavy rain was still falling, with no sign of slowing down. The fluorescent lamps in the classroom seemed to have unstable voltage due to the heavy rain causing the circuit to be soaked in water and short-circuited, and the brightness also became unstable. After a while, Normally it gets dark for a while.
This hurts the eyes too much. It seems that today's evening self-study can end early. Cellululu rubbed her eyes that were a little dazzled. At this time, the lights suddenly dimmed.
For a moment, the classroom was completely dark. Cellululu opened her eyes in vain and looked around, only to realize that it was not one of their classroom lights that was broken. It was also pitch black outside, as if the lights in the entire corridor were out.
Celluloid remained seated. This brief trip might cause the lights to turn on again after a while. Even if not, her eyes would adapt to the darkness again after a while and she would be able to see her surroundings clearly.
However, what Cellululu couldn't understand was that the sudden power outage did not cause any abnormality in the class. No one screamed, and the teacher did not make a sound to remind or comfort, as if the power outage did not exist.
Are all of them so calm? The rain at least aroused a few complaints, and Celluloid felt that this reaction was inconsistent with normal circumstances.
The lights still didn't turn on, but the outlines of things seemed to be gradually clear in the pitch-black field of vision. Then, Cellululu suddenly noticed that there seemed to be many black shadows around her?
Cellululu tried her best to open her eyes wide, trying to see what it was. The next moment, her pupils shrank and then dilated.
In the dark classroom, around her desk, a group of classmates stood upright and dark, almost right next to her. Their blurry faces stared at her expressionlessly, silently and silently, looking down at her from above. .
This strange scene made Cellululu stand up suddenly, and the chair made a sound of falling. At this moment, the lights suddenly turned on,
Then, Cellululu saw that the whole class was looking at her standing suddenly in their seats in surprise.
The teacher sitting behind the podium frowned. "What's wrong? Celluloid?"
Cellululu was startled and said casually. "Ah, there was a power outage just now. I was a little scared."
The teacher frowned even more severely.
"Power outage? Where is the power outage? You can find a decent excuse."
No power outage? Celluloid suddenly looked directly into the teacher's eyes, but saw that his eyes were indifferent and calm, and she couldn't tell whether he was lying. She looked at her classmates again, and the classmates looked at her with weird curious and gossipy eyes.
The fat guy at the same table also lay there and whispered. "You must have been confused because of your nap. There was no power outage at all."
Cellululu remained calm, but said it on her face.
"Teacher, I'm sorry. Maybe I fell asleep just now and dreamed that there was a power outage."
"Well, pay attention." The teacher nodded and asked Cellululu to sit down.
Cellululu looked at the people in this classroom, but felt a sense of illusion and unreality. It was still pouring rain outside.
On the other side of Mosquito Town, in a dilapidated guest house, the thick curtain at the door was suddenly lifted open, and then a group of people rushed in.
"Ah~, why did it suddenly rain? The point is, in such a limited space, it can actually simulate a heavy rain? Is this necessary? It made me soaked all over."
The knight complained unhappily, shaking his head desperately like a cat that had just finished bathing and splashing water droplets everywhere.
"Stay away from me, slap me in the face!"
Feitan was not happy anymore, and while cursing, he hurriedly took two steps away, and at the same time wiped the rain off his face.
Hisoka snorted slightly in disgust.
"You can take a shower here, but I only have this set of clothes. What should I do?"
Although it was an ugly piece of clothing that didn't fit his aesthetic at all, it was still a piece of clothing.
"At least there's a hair dryer or dryer, right?"
Illumi said not very confidently that although he loved money and was stingy, he was not willing to wear dirty and wet clothes.
Pariston also attached great importance to appearance and had a slight mysophobia. At this time, it was not only his own embarrassment that made him feel unhappy, but this guest house made him feel that he had nowhere to go and could not stay for a moment. He looked around distressedly. Environment, sighed.
"The sanitary conditions here are really worrying. If it hadn't rained, I would have wanted to leave here right away."
"That's right, it's too dirty to live in." Elena immediately nodded in agreement.
She hugged herself with her arms to prevent herself from being exposed through her thin and soaked clothes, although none of the men looked at her. Of course, Pariston, who she didn't mind looking at, was also very gentlemanly and never looked directly at her. .
King rolled his eyes contemptuously at Pariston.
"You are really a pampered office worker. You should really see how those front-line hunters are doing their tasks. Is this a trivial matter called a grievance?"
He didn't care at all. Whether it was the sudden heavy rain, the dirty and shabby guest house, or the soaked mess he was in, he had experienced it dozens of times. This kind of thing really didn't even count.
Pariston smiled and responded with a venomous tongue.
"I am different from Mr. Jin, who is rough-skinned and thick-fleshed, but I am very slender and needs careful care."
"I don't have a choice now." Chrollo said.
Feeling that his slightly long bangs were obstructing his vision after being soaked, Chrollo simply used the rain as hair wax. He smoothed his hair back and came out with a big back. His vision was clear. He looked around at this person who came in in a hurry without taking a closer look. guest house.
There were four or five dirty benches in the lobby with peeling white paint and moldy corners. The gray cement floor had turned greasy and reflective black, and there was a strange slippery feeling when your feet stepped on it.
There is an open archway directly in front, and a narrow and dark staircase can be seen at a glance. There are also a row of doors painted with dark green primer in the corridors on both sides. The color is dull, and the corners are covered with countless cobwebs and dust.
Next to the door they just entered, there was an old yellow desk. A fat middle-aged woman in her fifties was staring at them with an impatient face and said loudly in a rough voice.
“If you want to stay in the hotel, register here!”
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