Fu Bao froze there, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, because he saw, right at the door, a long-haired spider-like ghost with long hair and a white dress. It appeared so suddenly, as if waiting for dinner to be delivered to the mouth.
Actually, what an arrogant long-haired ghost appeared in front of so many people!
However, it seems that she is also a little afraid of crowded places. Fu Bao took a deep breath, first comforted himself not to be nervous, and hoped that no one would alert the long-haired ghost. Finally, he must not let the teacher walk out of the classroom alone, otherwise, this teacher It will immediately become dinner for the long-haired ghost.
"In short... just don't go out." Faced with the teacher's doubts, Fu Bao didn't know how to explain it. Could he just say that there is a ghost outside the door and you will die if you go out?
"Fu Bao, are you okay?" The teacher thought his reaction was a bit strange, but still planned to walk out the door.
The long-haired ghost has climbed onto the door frame, stretched his head forward, and his teeth are facing the teacher's neck. It seems that if he moves forward a little bit, he can viciously bite off his carotid artery and have a good meal.
"Stop!" Fu Bao roared again, making the students turn around in fright, but he didn't have time to care about what others thought of him. He took out the black doll and threw it at the long-haired ghost - hitting the target!
"Ah!" The long-haired ghost who was hit by the black doll screamed and crawled away on all fours as if he had been shot by a bullet.
The teacher clearly saw that right in front of him, the puppet thrown by Fu Bao slowly slid down in the air as if it hit an invisible barrier. Such a scene could not be explained by common sense, so he opened his mouth wide and looked at it in shock. Xiang Fu Bao.
"What happened?" the teacher asked.
"Ha...I have something to go out for." Fu Bao ignored the teacher's suspicion and hurried out.
At this time, the sounds outside seemed to have faded away, but now only this class was still in class in the entire building. If Shihua wanted to find food, he would definitely be wandering around. The strange thing is that the attack used to occur after nine o'clock. Why did it start before nine o'clock today?
Could it be that they hunted in advance because they didn’t eat anything yesterday?
Fu Bao was thinking as he patrolled the corridor nervously. There was nothing anywhere. Where were the poems and paintings?
He was extremely anxious. The dozens of students and one teacher in the classroom were all delicious dinners in Shi Hua's eyes. He had to find a way to drive them out of the building.
But how to drive people away?
Suddenly, Fu Bao saw the fire alarm and his eyes lit up.
This...seems to work.
Fu Bao ran to the fire alarm, opened the cover, and pressed it hard. The piercing fire alarm sounded immediately.
Suddenly the whole classroom was boiling, and all the students and teachers ran out according to the fire escape route. Fu Bao got stuck in the crowd and ran out of the building with everyone. Then everyone stood outside the building, looking at nothing in confusion. Buildings filled with smoke and fire.
What about fire?
Where?
Only Fu Bao could see the lonely, hungry white shadow howling in the building.
On the third day after the soul of poetry and painting returned, he spent it amid the buzzing of the fire truck. Afterward, Fu Bao was severely criticized for pressing the fire alarm. He argued that it was an accident. Although the boss was very angry, In the end, he was spared and was not fired.
But what troubles Fu Bao the most is that the matter is not over yet!
The fourth day after Shihua's death.
"Rumble, rumble..." The noisy sound of the subway lingered in Fu Bao's ears. He looked at the light flying outside the window in a daze. It was noon, so this subway was very crowded.
Ever since poems and paintings began to haunt him, he would feel a little scared every time he took the subway.
The subway runs underground in the city, with long narrow passages and enclosed spaces. If something happens, there is no way to escape...
Huh?
He suddenly saw that the stream of light outside the car window was changing strangely, condensing into a face, and the black tunnel background turned into long flowing hair. That was a person clinging to the subway car?
Poetry and painting? !
Fu Bao screamed "Ah" and subconsciously stepped back, accidentally stepping on the foot of the person behind him. The person pushed Fu Bao and yelled, "What are you doing?!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fu Bao apologized hurriedly, still very nervous, but when he looked over again, the scene outside the window had returned to its original state, and there was no trace of poetry or painting.
I must have been too nervous these past two days...
Fu Bao rubbed his temples. When he thought about meeting poems and paintings in the cram school, he felt that life was so gloomy. However, no one knew that there was a ghost in the cram school. Only he knew it, but he could not turn a blind eye and let everyone die. , so he had to be the reminder.
"Hey, you look familiar." The person whose foot was stepped on by Fu Bao suddenly said this.
look familiar?
Fu Bao turned around and took a closer look. He looked very familiar indeed. He had yellow hair and a nose ring. Wasn't he the gangster who was teasing poetry and painting on the platform that day?
Enemies really met on a narrow road, Fu Bao screamed in his heart that it was bad luck.
"Oh, you must have recognized the wrong person."
"I must have seen you somewhere." Huang Mao thought carefully.
"I think so too." Nose Ring stared at Fu Bao's face, trying to remember.
"You really have the wrong person." Fu Bao continued to deny. At this time, the subway arrived at the station, and with a "ding" sound, he hurriedly squeezed out of the opened door.
Behind Fu Bao, two hooligans shouted loudly, "It's the brat who ruined our good deeds that day! Don't run!"
Fu Bao ran as fast as he could, and the two hooligans behind him kept chasing him. Fu Bao was squeezing in and out of the crowd. I don’t know since when, there was an extra person walking with him. As he ran, he kept asking: " Senior, what are you running for?"
"There are gangsters chasing you... Huh?" After Fu Bao saw who was speaking clearly, he almost bumped into a pillar, because the ones following him were poems and paintings!
There are gangsters chasing behind you, and there are evil ghosts bothering you next to you... What kind of life is this!
Fu Bao wailed in his heart, but he could only continue to run forward as hard as he could.
The two hooligans were separated by the crowd, but they were still shouting, "You bastard, don't let us see you again! Otherwise, we'll beat you every time we see you!"
Fu Bao ran all the way to the cram school building before stopping. He put his hands on his knees and gasped for air. In addition to throwing away the gangsters, he also threw away the poems and paintings.
well.
Thinking about what happened just now, Fu Bao sighed, feeling that things were going to get worse.
After arriving at the cram school, his first job was to correct yesterday's test paper.
As soon as he started working, Fu Bao got into the mood and circled and made corrections on the examination paper with a red pen. About half an hour later, he felt a little thirsty and went to pour a glass of water.
When I returned to my desk, I had just sat down when I saw a bright red patch on the exam paper being graded, with a large pool of red.
"Who soiled my exam paper...wait a minute!" Fu Bao suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar, and he raised his head subconsciously.
A scream escaped his lips, and he suddenly fell off the chair.
"Ahhh!" The poems and paintings hung on the ceiling of the staff office, with hands and feet grabbing the ceiling like spiders, with long hair hanging down, staring at him motionless.
There were other teachers in the office. They were all startled by Fu Bao and asked what happened.
Fu Bao got up from the floor and shook his head with an ugly expression, "It's okay, it's okay..."
Shi Hua's pale face hung upside down, and her dark eyes were like two black holes, which made Fu Bao's hair stand on end. He watched her head shaking from side to side, as if she was evaluating how best to attack him. He really didn't have the courage to continue sitting back. At the desk.
He slowly stepped back, trying not to disturb the long-haired ghost who was staring at him, but as he moved, her black hair began to fly, and she spread her teeth and claws to weave a strange black web like a spider web on the ceiling. , and bared his teeth full of sharp teeth, leaned forward, and made a threatening high-decibel "click" sound at him.
"Ah!" Covering up his uncontrollable scream, Fu Bao rushed out of the office in panic. However, when escaping from the corridor, he still looked back. The long-haired ghost slowly crawled out of the office and was standing on the ceiling of the corridor. He looked at him as if he was not interested in anyone else.
After that, Fu Bao went to class and sat in the last row of the classroom. His main purpose was to monitor whether any students had escaped secretly. As a result, when he was staring closely at the students, he suddenly felt a little cold. When he turned around and glanced, he saw poems and paintings coming from the wall. Squeeze it out and make a "click, click, click" sound.
