On the horizon, the golden-red afterglow gradually dilutes, and a wisp of dark purple hue emerges. The dim yellow light shines on the campus, giving the scenery and characters bathed in it a hazy texture like an oil painting, seemingly realistic. , is actually distorted.
Cellululu finished her dinner. After coming out of the cafeteria, she turned around and walked inertly towards a place, bypassing the teacher's dormitory building blocking the road. Cellululu looked at the not-so-high trees in front of her, filled with various kinds of plants. On the mound planted with miscellaneous trees, my footsteps suddenly stopped, and a sense of surprise and realization suddenly jumped into my heart.
Of course, because this is her daily schedule after dinner, she will spend the half hour before evening self-study in this quiet forest. No one will disturb her here, and she can relax her mind and think about nothing. Just relax for a while.
But surprise is also real. Remove the memory filter that you are accustomed to and look at it from a new perspective. The mound in front of you is definitely a geomantic and dangerous place. Weird things are bound to happen in the long run. I don’t know how to be cowardly. How can a personality be able to stay alone in this place every day without feeling any difference?
First of all, there is a problem with the shape of the mound. It looks too much like a tomb. Combined with the flower bed incense burner in front, the two short and one long mulberry trees for incense, and the pointed tombstones composed of five teaching buildings and dormitory buildings, it matches the mound. Cellululu suddenly realized that all the elements of a standard cemetery were present. If the willow tree avenue is regarded as a Shinto, this is still a very high-standard tomb configuration.
The possibility of such a pattern formed by natural coincidence suddenly dropped to almost zero. By the time Cellululu turned around on the mound, it was 100% certain that this evil Feng Shui arrangement must be man-made.
Looking around, the entire mound is planted with shady trees that are easy to attract ghosts, including poplar, willow, locust, elm, mulberry, loquat, cypress, and neem trees. There are many varieties of trees, but precisely because of the variety, , if it is not artificial and just planted randomly, the possibility that all of them can be planted into shade trees is almost non-existent.
And although it is artificially planted, it is planted in an extremely messy manner. The distance between the trees is not large, and the lush branches and leaves cover each other, causing the light here to be extremely dark. There may not be enough light at noon, let alone at dusk. In the meantime, I just felt gloomy.
As for the quietness that a cowardly personality likes, that has to be put in quotation marks. You must know that both loquats and mulberry trees bear fruit, and the fruits have always been the favorites of birds. But here, although the branches of the mulberry trees and loquats are covered with fruits, there are no birds. Come to eat, there is no sound of insects and ants on the forest floor, which is obviously not in line with the laws of nature.
Looking at this forest of trees, which was written quietly and read as dead silence, Cellululu once again had deep doubts about the daily life in her memory. Her cowardly personality seemed to have a lot of deviations in her understanding of this school, and even mistake?
Standing on the top of the mound, Cellululu looked forward. The mound was a little shorter than the teachers' dormitory building in front of it. This building blocked the front of the mound and could not see the main road in the school. Therefore, looking from here, The view out is not good. Even if you can see some people walking on the road, you don't know where they come from and where they are going.
There was no scenery, and the mound made Cellululu feel bad. Even with the blessing of the memory filter, she still had no idea of staying any longer. After getting off the mound, Cellululu planned to walk around the campus. Maybe I can see some things that I didn't see in my memory.
After wandering around for a while, Cellululu really saw some things that she didn't find strange in the past, but now that she thought about it carefully, it was unreasonable. The first thing she passed was the teacher's dormitory building. At the door, there was a steady stream of people walking out. After she wandered around for a few minutes, there were already more than fifty people walking out of the dormitory building, all heading towards the teaching building.
But she clearly remembers that their school has always been short of teachers. At its peak, the number of faculty and staff was only over a hundred. In most periods, there were only seventy or eighty people. Most of these people were locals from Mosquito Town. , does not live on campus, and there are more than a dozen teachers who live on campus all year round, which is considered too many.
So where did these people come from? Moreover, they are not the teachers she is familiar with. Although these people look familiar to Cellululu, they are vague impressions that they have seen somewhere although they do not know them. However, if she carefully recalls the source of this familiarity, she feels that they are familiar to her. It's blank.
Cellululu no longer relied on the unreliable memory, but simply observed these people. At a glance, she really found a few familiar faces. It was no longer the vague familiarity, but she knew clearly that these people were here. Familiarity with where people come from.
One of them was an outstanding teacher that she had seen on the school bulletin board. I remember her surname was Zhang. There were a few more, but they were night school students whom she had seen at a glance yesterday.
Could it be that these familiar faces are all night students of the school? However, does the school recruit night students for accommodation? Cellululu dug through her memory, but found that she had no impression of it. However, it is possible that students do not know about other things in the school besides studying. But the teacher named Zhang is an excellent teacher in the school. How could she not Forgot?
After thinking about Teacher Zhang's advanced deeds, Cellululu was shocked. This Teacher Zhang won the award in 1977 and resigned from the school the next year. However, in her memory, it was the early summer of 1982. , Teacher Zhang shouldn’t exist at all!
Cellululu looked at the teachers' dormitory building. People were still coming out one after another. There were a few faces that seemed to have been seen in the commendation column for outstanding teachers. Although she couldn't remember them all, several teachers obviously shouldn't have been there in 1982. This is the right time to show up.
Cellululu thought in her mind and walked forward. She had doubts. She looked at the two student dormitories again with eyes full of scrutiny. Then, she realized that there was actually something wrong with the number of people coming out. There were too many people. There shouldn't be so many.
Although Mosquito Deng Middle School is a middle school that integrates junior and senior high schools, the several hundred miles around Mosquito Deng Town is a backward, impoverished and remote mountainous area. It is a rural area within a rural area. In this place, parents who can send their children to elementary school are considered to have a conscience. , let alone go to junior high school, or even continue to high school.
In her memory, the total number of students in their school should only be about 500, but she counted 48 students in their class during self-study last night. The number of other classes should be similar, at least from what she saw when she passed by other classrooms yesterday. This is the case.
So, here’s the problem, there are 48 people in a class, and there are 5 classes in their grade, so there are about 240 people in the entire grade, which accounts for almost half of the school’s population. But how is this possible? There are only 2 grades left in junior high school, and the 3 grades in high school are still not more than the number of people in one grade? This is completely inconsistent with the normal distribution.
However, when the whole school went out for morning exercises in the morning, her impression was that the number of people on the playground was indeed less than a few hundred, and five hundred was considered a more realistic number.
Cellululu tried hard to recall the number of people in the classroom during the day, but found that although her memory was very clear, she couldn't seem to count the number of people. Moreover, the distribution of students was no different from that during evening self-study. Her position had not changed, and she was still the third. In the third row from the second row, the students sitting around her were the same as at night. There were no more or less students. If there was any difference, it was only at night that the classroom seemed small. During the day At that time, the classroom seemed quite big?
Cellululu was thinking as she walked through the willow tree avenue. In the distance, she could already see the school gate again. The main gate and the small door were tightly closed. Cellululu stood there for a while, until the evening self-study started at six o'clock. During night school hours, there was still no one coming in from outside the school.
So, the night students in her school were not actually people from outside the school who came to school at night as she thought, but actually people from the school? But where are these people during the day? Have you gone to work? Did she not notice during the day?
Cellululu walked back to the teaching building. First she looked at the photos on the bulletin board again and found more familiar faces, not only from the teachers, but also from the students. These students still gave her a sense of familiarity, as if they felt They are students here, but they have no memory of which grade or class they are from.
Cellululu entered Class 2 and Class 5, full of doubts, but she wandered off like this and was late for self-study tonight.
This time, Teacher Wang did not let her go as lightly as yesterday. Instead, he was furious. He caught her in the class and scolded her for several minutes. Cellululu reasonably suspected that he was seeking revenge for her resistance to him in the afternoon. .
Some of her classmates were slightly pitiful, some had nothing to do with her, or some were gloating about her misfortune as she was scolded. Her roommates even looked as happy as you are today.
Looking at these faces, Cellululu, who was listening indifferently, suddenly felt a wave of heat welling up in her eyes, and forced herself to suppress it. Then, a painful feeling of serious injury arose spontaneously. Cellululu I just felt like these classmates were watching her make a fool of herself and making fun of her!
Her heart was full of deep helplessness and grievance, as if the whole world had betrayed her and was working against her. No one would understand what she was going through, no one could help her, and no one would help her. , she is so alone and helpless!
Realizing this state of mind, Cellululu reflected again. The reaction of the cowardly personality is a bit too fragile and too sensitive. He over-interprets other people's opinions and meanings, but still likes to take advantage of others. He clearly has done nothing, so he just takes a shot. Killed everyone and directly cut off the way to seek help from outside?
With this kind of attitude and thinking in life, no wonder Teacher Wang has found a cowardly personality. He picks the weak ones and pinches them. If not, who will you pinch? It is difficult not to think about the tragedy of those who are saved by God but who dare not resist and even give up asking for help.
It seemed that she was irritated by Cellululu's cold-blooded attitude. The next moment, Cellululu felt that her mind was in a trance. When she regained consciousness again, she was actually standing in a quiet corridor. It didn't look like the corridor of a teaching building. Like the corridor of a dormitory building.
What happened? Cellulu was completely confused about the situation. After thinking about it, she was surprised to find that the incident of resisting Teacher Wang and being scolded by Teacher Wang in the evening self-study actually happened a month ago. Therefore, this is a cowardly personality. Did she suddenly come online instead of her? She was forced to sleep for a month? Then why are you letting her out again now?
Cellululu quickly reviewed the memories of the past month. The day after she resisted Teacher Wang, Teacher Wang actually called her to the podium during morning exercises and criticized her in front of all the teachers and students in the school. She recorded a major demerit for not respecting her teacher.
Let’s not talk about Teacher Wang’s despicableness, but her cowardly personality was painful to death at the time. The eyes of all the teachers and students in the school were like sharp knives piercing her, which made her feel ashamed. She was obviously right, but she felt that she couldn’t hold her head up because she was wrong.
After that day, she became completely famous in the school. Her bad reputation, the distant and indifferent attitude of other teachers, the strange eyes of her classmates, and the overt and covert ostracism of her classmates made her cowardly personality completely lose the courage to tell the truth.
She gave in. After that, facing Teacher Wang's extravagant and treacherous behavior day by day, her cowardly character gritted her teeth and endured it silently. She just hoped to survive until the day of graduation.
Cellululu looked at herself in the memory and felt that she could not turn steel into steel. She really wished that she could live this month for the cowardly person and fight for her all the way. She lived a life of despair.
Of course, Celluloid discovered something else. During these gloomy days, the art teacher, Pariston, still treated her as usual. He did not look at her strangely, nor did he alienate her. He taught her enthusiastically. She painted, and even when she was in pain and self-loathing, she often said words of encouragement. Of course, those words sounded hypocritical and hollow to celluloid, but for people who are in deep pain, they may indeed be salvation. must.
In this way, the cowardly personality became more and more afraid of Teacher Wang, became less and less afraid to resist, and allowed himself to be manipulated by him, falling into despair. At the same time, he became more and more dependent and trustful on Pariston, and ignored all his words. Take him as a role model and treat him as a god.
Then, the celluloid finally turned to the last memory of today. Then, her face suddenly froze. No wonder the cowardly personality pushed her out. Just now, Teacher Wang couldn't help but stretched out his evil claws against the cowardly personality. , insulted her in his teacher's dormitory.
Cellululu looked down at herself. Her school uniform was a little messy, but her body didn't feel strange. But just when she was thinking this, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable again, wondering if it was a psychological effect.
Of course, this is not the point! The point is that she was completely disgusted by the cowardly personality's actions. Why didn't the cowardly personality replace her before she was insulted? But afterwards, did he escape and let her take over the mess? Or should she also feel this humiliation? yes! She doesn't have many emotions, but thinking rationally, Cellululu felt that this situation was really going to force her to go crazy!
This is no longer a matter of hating the cowardly personality. Cellululu began to seriously think about how to completely eliminate the cowardly personality. The existence of this personality is completely detrimental to her survival.
However, before that, what she needs to do more is to humanely destroy Teacher Wang, the human-faced beast with a heart! Although the bottom line she has set for herself is not to kill people, there are better ways than killing people to make people miserable.
Cellululu directly used telekinesis to lift the door in front of her. Inside, Teacher Wang was sitting stiffly beside the bed, his face numb and pale, and his clothes were not on, but he turned a blind eye.
But the moment Cellululu appeared, he seemed to come alive instantly. Teacher Wang arranged his clothes slowly, with a majestic look on his face and a proud look in his eyes as he threatened coldly.
"You're back? Where do you think you can escape? No one will believe you if you tell me this. Compared to you, a rebellious student, others will only believe me more. Even if it is confirmed that we have an affair, then what? How about it? I can also say that you don’t love yourself and I was seduced by you, but your reputation, face, and future will all be destroyed in one day."
Teacher Wang was shameless and continued in a benevolent tone.
"Just stay with me for a year or two. If you are willing, I can even let you go straight to high school. You know, with your grades, you basically have no chance of getting into high school. You see, in three or four years at most, you can have a brighter future." In the future, this will definitely be profitable for you. When you graduate, I won’t pester you, and you don’t have to worry about me telling you. Don’t worry, many of your seniors came here like this. After graduating from high school, some even If you go to a big town, not to mention how beautiful it is."
Cellululu looked at Teacher Wang in front of her, with cold anger burning in her heart, not intense, but simply feeling unhappy and disgusted.
She waved her hand, and a sharp vacuum air blade passed through, directly cutting Teacher Wang's mouth with blood, making him unable to speak again. Then, there was another vacuum air blade, aiming directly at three inches below his navel. Cut off the source of sin.
Teacher Wang howled, but the next moment, he returned to his original state, and then he slowly arranged his clothes again, like a repeater, and repeated what he had said before.
Cellululu looked expressionless and fired two air blades again. As a result, she still fell into the previous cycle.
After realizing that Teacher Wang might not be killed, Cellululu was no longer polite and tried all kinds of methods. She cut them into pieces, crushed them into mud, and folded them into twisted pieces. The human body and objects twisted and merged. Every time , Teacher Wang showed enough pain, but in the end, he returned to his original state intact, rewinding and continuing the previous lines.
Cellululu didn't try anymore. She had already killed him anyway. She walked out of Teacher Wang's dormitory, walked to the end of the stairs, looked at herself in the mirror, and said calmly.
"There are so many strange things in school, but you never noticed. You and I are completely different in how we behave. Even if you try to make me go back to your path, you still can't do it. So, you skipped all the possible resistance I had." The point where the story couldn't go on went directly to the worst outcome, trying to force me to accept the reality.
I want to teach Teacher Wang a lesson, but you can't get out of the shadow he brings to you. Over and over again, you only remember how powerful he is, so I can't hurt or kill Teacher Wang, because in your heart, he is invincible. I'm sorry for your bone-deep fear of Teacher Wang, but it really can't convince me. Your hesitation and cowardice have made me see clearly that this cannot be my own delusion, and you are not my other personality. So, who are you? "
Following Celluloid's last plain rhetorical question, the image of Celluloid in the mirror suddenly blurred, and a girl with two long braids appeared among the flying papers in the sky. She smiled sinisterly.
"...I found it...I found it and there's nothing I can do...but...the story isn't over yet...so...you still want to Keep going...until I find my ending...the obsession with this school..."
Cellululu said calmly.
"I will find the truth and obsession hidden behind you and the school, and crack this barrier, but since I am not you, what I do after that is all my business."
The long-braided female ghost showed an expression that seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time.
"...I will not interfere with your actions anymore...but the important thing...please understand my mood...my feelings...as for other people And ghosts... Then you can only ask yourself to find a way..."
Cellululu didn't speak. She didn't know what the ghost meant.
At this time, a cold inquiry came from the stairs behind him.
"Who is there?"
Cellulu turned around and saw Illumi walking up slowly. He was wearing a white lab coat and had his pockets inserted as if he had just returned to the dormitory building.
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