I'm actually a rebel

Chapter 18

In the classroom where the lights were not turned on, only the screen of Dark's mobile phone with the live broadcast turned on was emitting a faint light, and the light hit everyone's faces, forming a terrifying shadow.

"...The Taoist told Xiao Yang that he would be killed by ghosts in the middle of the night, but ghosts can't bend down, so if you hide under the bed, you won't be found by ghosts. When the bell rang, there was a 'squeak', and the bedroom door was gently pushed open."

The boy who told the ghost story was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but now he suddenly raised the volume and speeded up: "I saw you!"

"Ah!" Some timid people screamed.

"Hahahahahahaha." The boy let out a smug laugh and spread his hands, "So, Xiao Yang is still dead."

"Why?" A girl with twin ponytails next to him was very puzzled, "Didn't it mean that ghosts can't bend down, how can they still see him?"

"I know this, it's an old ghost story." The short-haired girl said, "Because the ghost fell to his death with his head upside down, so he walked upside down when he died, and Xiao Yang was seen by the ghost while hiding under the bed gone."

"Hiss, I've heard it too, but every time I hear it, I still can't help getting goosebumps all over my body. I'm really scared by you." Most of the cabbage doll's body is almost nestled in Dark's arms.She also contributed to the screams between the two. At this time, Dark put his hand on her shoulder and patted her lightly, making soothing movements.

The bullet screens were full of "show affection, die quickly" and "can't help but raise the torch", the cabbage doll giggled, got up from Dark's arms, brushed the broken hair around her ears with her hands, and the boy in front went out While extinguishing the candle, he cleared his throat and told one last ghost story.

"Aren't you wondering why this teaching building was abandoned by the school even though it was in good condition? Because ah, several people died here."

As soon as the cabbage doll started, two girls couldn't help but gasped, and the boys who had been calm when they heard ghost stories couldn't help but change their expressions.

After all, compared to other ghost stories that I read from books or the Internet or heard from other people, I still feel that it has nothing to do with me. The word "story" in ghost stories is more obvious.

Normally, everyone would focus on the cause of the death of the deceased, but at this time, everyone clearly realized that the focus of the cabbage doll's speech would not be on this aspect, but on the "ghost" of the "ghost story".

Thinking that I might be sitting in a classroom where people died, everyone had different expressions, subconsciously held their breath, and stared at the cabbage doll.

"Five years ago, this teaching building was not abandoned, but was in normal use. At that time, all the students in this building were senior high school students who were preparing for the exam. You should have discovered before that this building is far away from other buildings. A certain distance is a decision made by the school after careful consideration. The building is full of senior high school students, and there will be a better learning atmosphere if there are no interruptions from lower grades.

Because the school originally had fewer students who chose liberal arts, and their grades were not as good as those in science, so the first, second, and third floors were all classrooms for science students, and the liberal arts students were all on the fourth floor, which is our floor.There were 35 classes in science and eight classes in liberal arts. The accident occurred in class [-], a girl named Niu Xiaojuan. "

Hearing "Class 35", Meng Yixuan's expression moved slightly, and the door sign of the classroom next to them where the candles were placed was "Class 35".At this time, the boy who was going to blow out the candles came back, and he sat back in his seat. Meng Yixuan quickly took a look at the faces of everyone by watching his time.

Almost everyone was attracted by the story of the cabbage doll. Ji Zhenran noticed his gaze and turned his head slightly to the right. The classroom on the right was Class 35, which meant that Ji Zhenran had also noticed it.Besides him, there was another boy named Jin Yuqing who Meng Yixuan remembered, and he couldn't help poking his neck and looking in the direction of classroom 35.

This Jin Yuqing has not joined the live broadcast team for a long time, only one period earlier than Meng Yixuan and Ji Zhenran, her performance is mediocre, and there seems to be nothing worth noting.

But now Meng Yixuan has some doubts about his identity, because he looks at the cabbage doll with a different expression from others. It is not so much the expression of being attracted by the story, it is more appropriate to use inquiry.

"...Niu Xiaojuan suffered from campus violence and was ostracized and ridiculed by everyone in the class. The teacher turned a blind eye in order not to cause trouble. Even her boyfriend did not stand by her side to help her, but when she needed help the most. Time ruthlessly abandoned her. One time, after being maliciously locked in the classroom again, she finally couldn't bear the pressure, and committed suicide by jumping off the building in the middle of the night, landing on the back of her head. It is said that she died on the spot. found."

"It didn't cause much trouble at the time. The school suppressed the matter, and the boy transferred to another school. Many students didn't even know about it. But the strange thing is that in the second year, in the same classroom, a boy also She committed suicide by jumping off a building. I heard that the posture when she died was exactly the same as when Niu Xiaojuan died.

In the third year, it was still the same classroom, but this time it was a girl who died.The school couldn't hold it down this time. Not only the students, but even the teachers said that the classroom was cursed. In the end, the school had no choice but to abandon the building.However, it is said that some courageous students once came to explore, and when they were finally discovered, they were insane and could only repeat two words. "

After a pause, Baicaiwa looked at the pricked ears of everyone, and said slowly in a low voice, "Speaking of this, there are ghosts."

The cheering crowd let out a gasp, and the cabbage doll giggled and stood up, and walked outside the classroom: "Okay, I'm done telling my story, and I'm going to blow out the candles. You said, when I blow out the candles, something will happen. what?"

Everyone who had just heard the ghost story felt a chill behind them, feeling that the surrounding temperature seemed to be several degrees lower.

"Hahaha, maybe we can really see ghosts this time." The ninth boy who told ghost stories laughed, and the others quickly echoed.

"what!"

Suddenly, Cabbage Doll's shrill screams sounded from the classroom next door, and then she suddenly lost her voice as if someone strangled her neck.

Dark stood up and rushed to the next classroom. Meng Yixuan, Ji Zhenran and Jin Yuqing followed him and rushed out, and the others followed after a moment of surprise.

Dark rushed into the next classroom, shouting the name of the cabbage doll, but no one answered.All ten candles had been extinguished, and the classroom was so dark that it was barely visible that there was no one there.Ji Zhenran found the switch on the wall, but there was no response after pressing it.

"What's going on? Didn't she hide on purpose to scare us?" Someone speculated.

Dark had already turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and looked around the classroom, but he didn't see the cabbage doll. He wanted to call her mobile phone, but found that the mobile phone that was able to broadcast live just now had no signal.

And it wasn't just him, everyone checked and found that the mobile phone had no signal.

"Obviously there was still a signal just now."

"... Is there really a ghost?" The girl with twin ponytails trembled.

"Impossible, there are no ghosts in this world? What's going on? Did any of you wear a signal jammer? This joke is not funny, turn it off!"

Dark frowned and scolded, and made a decision: "Don't panic! It's probably just that the signal is not good at the moment, so let's go to Bai Cai first." Bai Cai is the real name of the cabbage doll.

In order to find cabbage as soon as possible, Dark wanted to divide the people into four groups and find people separately, which would be faster, but Jin Yuqing disagreed.

"I still think it's a bit weird here. I think it's safer for everyone to get together. What if someone can't find it like a cabbage doll?"

Meng Yixuan agreed with Jin Yuqing's opinion aloud, and Ji Zhenran naturally agreed with him. The others were a little flustered at first, but they refused to separate when they heard Jin Yuqing's words. After searching the classroom but not finding the cabbage doll, I went downstairs.

There was no cabbage doll on the third floor either.

There was still no cabbage doll on the second floor.

Everyone's hearts were raised bit by bit.

Finally, when they should have reached the first floor, they saw "1" printed on the wall next to the stair rest platform where "2" should have been printed, and stairs appeared where there were no stairs. collapsed.

The author has something to say:

When I was writing Niu Xiaojuan, I remembered that I had just transferred to high school. Once I went to the bathroom, and when I opened the door, there were a group of girls in the toilet, and there was a girl who was clearly targeted on the opposite wall. Everyone They all looked at me, and I was so scared that I didn't even go to the toilet, so I ran away.After writing this chapter, I suddenly remembered that I had seen an OVA adapted from a game "Corpse Party" before. Well... this is the really scary kind. If you are interested, you can take a look on Baidu. Anyway, the ending of the anime made me depressed in the end. For a few days_(:з」∠)_

Originally I wanted to write something scary, but I was so scared that my back went cold when I just started, I: ...