100 ways to be a scumbag boss

No one in the room opened the door. This situation was so terrifying. A timid girl wanted to turn on the light, but as soon as she touched the switch on the wall, something slippery and slippery seemed to sweep across the back of her hand. .

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

The crazy screams not only startled the people in the house, but also alerted things outside that there was someone in the house.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

It seemed that it couldn't wait any longer, and the banging on the door became louder and louder. Seeing the white ash on the wall plopping down, everyone began to get scared, and they didn't even have time to blame the girl who screamed.

Jinhuan turned around and glanced at the one on the electric fan, and snorted lightly.

"We are really in trouble!" The sports committee member is a tall and strong boy who is relatively courageous. When he speaks, he seems to be taking the lead.

The organizer is a thin boy who usually has a low sense of presence. However, after speaking to the sports committee, he looked very excited and refuted the opponent fiercely: "It's not a ghost, it's a god!"

"You're such a god. I might die tonight, and it's all your fault, silly 13!" The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became, and finally he stepped forward and kicked the organizer.

Thinking that he might die in the end, the force of this kick was lost, and the first kick caused him to vomit blood.

"My God!"

"Whoa, whoa, that scared me to death."

"What should I do? I should have known better than to play with this."

At first, everyone thought it was too much for the sports committee to take action whenever they disagreed, but when they thought that they were trapped here all because of the organizers, no one helped him.

Jinhuan noticed that when the organizer vomited blood, both the one on the electric fan and the one outside seemed to become excited, as if they had taken drugs.

Everyone's mobile phones have no signal. Let alone making calls outside, some have simply crashed.

Only Jinhuan's mobile phone could be used. She was just watching the show at first, but suddenly there was a vibration in her pocket.

It was Si Jiu who was waiting outside and asked her if she was done.

Looking at the world, it was now 12:16. She planned to deal with these two little things until 12:20, and then reply to his message.

"I remembered." The one who spoke was the boy who told them about the message from the teaching building.

But now his face is extremely pale.

"what?"

"What, tell me quickly!"

"Yes, tell me quickly!"

"I remember a senior said that someone died on the 7th floor before, and it seemed to be Classroom 73!"

"So?" Some people haven't reacted yet.

The man next to him, who already understood, suddenly broke into a cold sweat: "The classroom we are in is 1773."

Several people's legs weakened and they sat on the ground on the spot.

I don't know if it was just for the occasion or something else, but the electric fan in the center of the classroom suddenly turned on.

"squeaky"

It turns very slowly.

Because the lights were all out, they could only see the furnishings in the room through the moonlight outside the window.

Very abrupt.

A dead man appeared on the electric fan, hanging, with his back to them, as the electric fan rotated slowly.

When you are extremely frightened, you are speechless. Everyone stares at the corpse on the fan.

He didn't even notice that the knocking on the door had stopped.

"creak, creak"

The body slowly turned towards them.

Suddenly the electric fan stopped.

The corpse was pointed at them.

Sudden.

The corpse with its head hanging down suddenly opened its eyes.