Fu Bao slowly approached and found that a hole was bitten on the chicken's neck, but there was no blood. Was that thing sucking the chicken's blood just now? Ugh, it's so disgusting.
Smelling the smell of blood and recalling what happened just now, he couldn't help but retching. What on earth was that thing?
And that face, why does it look so familiar?
If a chicken hadn't been thrown here, Fu Bao would have thought that what he just saw was an illusion.
His scalp was numb, and he felt as if he was involved in strange things again. Was he guilty of Tai Sui recently?
Facing the chicken that had been sucked dry of its blood, Fu Bao fell into deep thought. If this matter got too big, he would be suspected of having something wrong, and maybe he would offend something he shouldn't, so in the end he decided to do it himself. Hypnosis, tell yourself that maybe a student with pica is dining here...
"But thinking this way makes it look like there are vampires in the cram school, which is even more terrifying!" When Fu Bao left the lounge, he happened to encounter a few students walking towards him, and he hurriedly walked away.
Sure enough, after he walked away, the students' screams came from behind.
"Ah! What is that?"
"What are you doing? It's so disgusting!"
"Why is there a dead chicken here? It's so scary."
Alas, what a bad luck.
Fu Bao sighed, feeling that something strange was about to happen. At this moment, he met an acquaintance in the corridor - the beautiful girl Shi Hua.
"Senior, what happened over there?" Shi Hua asked curiously.
"Uh, I don't know." He tried to maintain a normal expression.
"That's it." Shihua looked over there again, but didn't pay much attention to it, and turned to him and said, "Senior, let's take the subway together in the evening."
"Take the subway." Although he should be very happy to be invited by a beautiful girl, he couldn't help but feel nervous when he heard the word "subway". Moreover, he had something to do in the evening, "I have to help the teacher correct the test papers tonight, maybe It’s very late, let’s take a look tomorrow.”
"Okay, I'm so hungry. I'll go eat first." Shi Hua looked disappointed, said goodbye to Fu Bao and turned to leave.
When she turned around, her long hair spread into a jet-black streamer, looking very light and beautiful, but he seemed to see a blood color in her hair.
"Poetry and painting!" Fu Bao couldn't help shouting.
"What's wrong?" She turned around, a puzzled expression on her fair and tender side face.
"You...have dirt on your hair." Fu Bao pointed to the dark red stain.
"Ah? Really." Shihua pouted and walked to the bathroom nearby, but before stepping in, she turned back and said, "I'd better wait for the seniors to leave together tonight."
Fu Bao watched the figures of the poems and paintings disappear from sight, then turned around and went back to the staff office to correct the exam papers. One of the characteristics of "elite training" is that there are many exams. Fu Bao, the teaching assistant, is basically a coolie who corrects the exam papers.
It was not until nearly eleven o'clock that all the work was almost completed, and Fu Bao was the only one left in the staff office. He was grading the last stack of examination papers.
Red ink was painted on the examination paper from the pen in Fu Bao's hand. When he was working, he always concentrated on it.
"Ka..." Suddenly, a strange, thin sound passed outside the corridor. Fu Bao stopped correcting, raised his head, and stared in the direction of the sound.
The door to the clerk's office was open, and the corridor was extremely quiet. He rolled his neck, wondering if he was too tired? wait
When Fu Bao looked down at the examination paper again, he couldn't help but let out an "ah" sound, because a large pool of red was painted on the examination paper——
He stood up quickly and looked for something to wipe with.
After sucking it with toilet paper a few times, the ink marks on the test paper became larger and larger.
"Is this ink?" He suddenly wondered, because the red stains on the test paper looked like...blood?
Impossible, impossible, Fu Bao shook his head repeatedly, how could blood stains appear for no reason?
This is simply not possible.
Fu Bao concluded that he was hallucinating because he was too tired, so he decided to end his work for the day.
He stretched and stretched his stiff body.
"Work done!" He patted his face and cheered up. He would go home and rest today before continuing tomorrow.
After packing everything up, Fu Bao scanned the office again to make sure there was nothing wrong, and was about to turn off the lights and leave, but at this moment, he suddenly saw something.
"What is that?" he whispered in confusion, because he saw a large pool of red... ink on his desk?
Fu Bao approached suspiciously. The pool of water did exist. Not only did it exist, it was also increasing.
"Tick tock, tick tock..." Drop after drop of ink kept falling from the top. Although it was very slow, it did continue to fall.
After seeing this scene, he felt as if a bullet had penetrated his brain. A trembling coldness instantly spread throughout his body. He trembled slightly and did not have the courage to look up. What was it that dripped this bright red liquid?
A large inkwell? Or maybe... something dirty?
Fu Bao's mind was buzzing, and there was only one thought left: What, what are you doing! This happened again! What on earth is it? Fu Bao gritted his teeth, mustered up his courage, and raised his head suddenly——
There was nothing on the ceiling.
"Huh..." He breathed a long sigh of relief. However, just because he didn't see anything now, it didn't mean that there was really nothing. He knew this very well, so what he had to do now was to go home quickly.
Fu Bao turned off the lights in the staff office and left in a hurry. The corridor was dimly lit, and he seemed to be the only one on this floor. It felt a bit eerie, but he had long been accustomed to this environment and wasn't too scared until... a strange sound sounded.
"Kick-kick-kick-kick." Fu Bao was locking the door when a strange sound suddenly sounded in the corridor behind him, like a giant rat gnawing on wood. He had also heard this sound in the lounge, plus The strange thing he saw in the staff office just now made him tense up suddenly.
"Who is there?" Fu Bao was very scared, especially when he thought of the chicken that died in a strange way and the unknown monster with long hair, he immediately felt creepy.
At the other end of the corridor, there were constant gnawing sounds, rustling, which made Fu Bao's whole body feel cold.
"Hey, who is over there?" Fu Bao cheered himself up and asked bravely again.
What answered him was still just the sound of constant gnawing.
The staff office was at the end of the corridor, and the direction from which the strange sound came was on the other side. The most important thing was that that was the only way for him to leave, so although he was uneasy, he still had to go there. This time he copied Pick up a broom and slowly approach there step by step.
Getting closer and closer to the source of the sound, the "click-click-click" sound became more and more obvious. When he was about ten steps away, Fu Bao could already see clearly that under the dim light, a man was covered by long hair. The person who lives in the figure is lying on the ground, eating something.
Ahhhhhh - Fu Bao screamed in his heart, but after all, he was not a rookie who had never experienced such a scene. The scream reached his throat, and he suppressed it because he understood deeply that if he encountered It's a dirty thing. Once it disturbs the other party, you will be the one who suffers the most.
This is often shown in movies. The person who is killed by the ghost first is the one who notices something strange and screams in surprise.
Fu Bao covered his mouth and stepped back step by step.
What's worse is that the broom in his hand fell to the ground because he let go, and the soft "pop" sounded to his ears like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. He was so shocked that he froze in place, and his eyes could not blink. Staring at that terrifying figure.
The thing obviously heard the sound, stopped nibbling, and slowly raised its head, as if wondering, but showed no sign of looking back.
Fu Bao breathed a sigh of relief, okay, okay... eh? !
At this time, the long-haired ghost moved slightly. Under the dim light, he could see clearly what the long-haired ghost was chewing. Or should I say, it was... half a person!
Half of the body was covered in blood and flesh, a pair of huge, staring eyes, a bitten belly, various colorful organs scattered around, and a section of intestines was still held in the mouth of the long-haired ghost.
The huge impact of the scene in front of him was like an atomic bomb hitting Fu Bao's brain. He felt that the neural circuits in his brain could no longer bear it, and then they broke.
