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However, the fan had already started to rotate. When it was turned to the maximum gear, it started to rotate rapidly, wrapped around the silk belt and kept moving.

"Stop!"

Mo Jingan hurriedly wanted to turn off the fan, but her hand passed through the boy's hand, and she couldn't touch the switch.

"how come……"

Mo Jingan withdrew his hand and looked at the skinny boy with unbearable eyes.

He is dead.

No matter how much the fan turns, it can't carry a person. It just wraps the ribbon tightly, round and round, and keeps tightening.

"Stop...please..."

The boy clutched the ribbon, his face flushed.

"Aren't you going to play with us? You can untie it yourself, just untie the bow."

The girl stood by and spoke.

"save……"

Feeling almost suffocated, the boy frantically tried to remove the bow around his neck.

It hurts...it hurts...I can't use my strength, I can't see, where...stop!Damn fan!

The silk ribbon has been twisted into a knot under the rotation of the fan, and the place where it touches the fan in the middle is about to be worn off by the blades of the fan.

"Why didn't he respond? Could it be that he passed out?"

"Who knows, it's too stupid, let him untie it by himself, but he can't untie it."

"Turn off the fan, it's a waste of electricity."

The ribbon broke.

The boy fell to the ground, eyes wide.

Mo Jingan couldn't bear to turn his head, Zuo Zhi could not wait to curl himself into Yan Zhuo's arms.

"he died!"

"No way! I didn't do this. I don't know anything. You made me do it. It's none of my business."

"Yang Ling, don't shirk your responsibility, you were the one who tied the ribbon on him!"

"Stop arguing, while there is no one here, let's get him out quickly and throw him into the alley, pretending that he was killed by gangsters, anyway, there is no blood here."

"Quick, pull off the tape on the top of the fan."

Three boys and one girl gathered around the corpse to discuss how to deal with it. The curtains in the classroom were still worn out, and the paint on the walls was peeling off. It was like another era in the distance.

Yu Xi pulled Mo Jingan towards her, and looked at the fan.

The corpse was no longer in the distance, everyone had left, and the classroom was empty.

The fan started to spin slowly by itself, squeak... squeak...

It turned faster and faster, as if it was controlled by something!It has revealed crazy colors, the speed is beyond common sense, and the piercing sound of mechanical friction is sharp enough to break through the eardrums, like a mournful cry.

It seemed to fall, but no, it stopped again, slowly, without moving.

There was a person sitting on the fan, to be precise, it was a ghost.

Quantifiers are really magical things. When a person is still a person, it is used to describe the individual. When a person dies and becomes a ghost, it will be described with words that describe livestock.

A skinny boy sat on it, light and light, as if he had no weight.

Mo Jingan looked at him secretly, and met his eyes suddenly.

"I've been wondering why this is... Did I do something wrong... I try so hard to get along with the people around me, I want to please everyone, I don't want to be hated, but why don't they Be friends with me, don't value me...why..."

Those eyes were full of sadness, he stroked his neck and looked at Mo Jingan.

Mo Jingan's heart tightened, as if he was caught by something.

She stood there stiffly, watching the ghost get closer and closer to her.

The ghost was actually not ugly, it seemed to be malnourished, so it was very thin, with dry and yellow hair, and a dark complexion.

Mo Jingan wanted to run and remind Yu Xi, but Yu Xi didn't move. She felt that the place where she and Yu Xi held each other had become cold and sticky.

What's the matter... Yu Xi... run away...

"Are you angry... when they laugh at you... why are they...not as smart as you, not as good as you, they are jealous of you, envious of you...so they exclude you...do you hate them?"

"Those who laugh at you, they want to climb up, don't those girls just know how to dress themselves up, what is trendy dressing... Why do they laugh at you for being rustic?"

"They are very annoying, right... Ugly faces... Just get rid of them all... That way... no one will laugh at you... You are so good... The teacher likes you... Good grades... Good grades Kanyu...they should all be friends with you...proud of you..."

The evil ghost's voice was like a knife, stabbing fiercely in Mo Jingan's heart.

For all creatures in this world, being liked is a very happy thing, and no creature is willing to be hated.

Everyone likes to be loved, given, and loved by others.

Mo Jingan also longs to be liked by everyone, but as he grows older, his efforts to realize this wish are minimal.

She began to understand that she couldn't please everyone, and she couldn't even make some people like herself.

She has excellent grades, but so what, every time she sees the small groups gathered together, she is very envious.

Sometimes she also hates this world, there are so many people who mock her, and so many people who look on coldly, but...

"Go away."

Mo Jingan forcefully pushed away the ghost that had already floated in front of her.

touched... pushed away...

"What's wrong with you, Mo Jingan! Mo Jingan!"

Yu Xi shook Mo Jingan's shoulder.

"What's wrong with me?"

Mo Jingan felt the warmth of his palm, Mo Jingan pulled his hand out of Yu Xi's, wiped it on his clothes vigorously, and then held Yu Xi tightly.

"You just walked in and stood under that fan. I felt something was wrong, so I pulled you, and I couldn't move you. I just shook you awake."

Yu Xi pulled Mo Jingan to the door, ready to step out.

Mo Jingan's heart was cold, he panicked looking at the still electric fan, and quickly looked away.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a membrane at the door, which twisted into the shape of a whirlpool. Yu Xi wanted to step out, but he seemed to hit a wall.

Seeing this, Yan Zhuo immediately grabbed Yu Xi's hand, and his hand passed through the vortex easily, and held Yu Xi's hand, that hand was icy cold, with no warmth at all.

"Pull."

Yan Zhuo tried hard to pull Yu Xi out.

Yu Xi's eyes widened suddenly, and he waved desperately at Yan Zhuo.

Yu Xi held Mo Jingan with one hand, while the other hand was shaking...

The hand held by Yan Zhuo!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yan Zhuo wanted to release it immediately and come out, but there was a strong suction that forced him to move inside.

"what happened to you?"

Zuo Zhi flusteredly grabbed Yan Zhuo's hand, trying to pull him out.

"Don't touch me, go, get out of here, that thing is inside."

Yan Zhuo struggled to free Zuo Zhi's hands, most of his body had been pulled in.

"No, I want to follow you!"

Zuo Zhi looked at the pitch-black outside of the teaching building, hugged Yan Zhuo's waist, and was pulled in together with Yan Zhuo.

Zhao Shu grabbed Zuo Zhi's clothes with quick eyes and hands, and was sucked in along with him.

"What a ghost."

Zuo Zhi raised his eyes to look at the fan, and immediately nestled in Yan Zhuo's arms, not daring to move.

Mo Jingan also put his arms around Yu Xi, not daring to raise his head.

Yu Xi stroked Mo Jingan's hair, comforting her silently.

Yan Zhuo looked at the young man clinging to him with deadly eyes, Zuo Zhi remained unmoved and still hugged Yan Zhuo tightly.

"Don't look at me, I won't be separated from you!"

Zuo Zhi let out a roar, then shrank immediately.

Of the few people here, only Yan Zhuo looked the strongest and most reliable.

The corners of Zhao Shu's mouth twitched, and he looked at the couple hugging a woman and a woman, and then at the couple hugging a man and a man, helplessly facing the ghost who seemed to be in a bad state.

"what is your purpose?"

"Purpose……?"

The ghost seemed to be laughing, he was swinging his legs, but the fan remained steady.

"Guess."

He really laughed, a dull laugh that didn't make the listener feel comfortable at all.

"None of us want to play games with you, I don't know how you got us in, but you're dead."

Zhao Shu's tone was not good, she hadn't finished her homework yet, wasting time.

The word 'playing games' seemed to hit the ghost's breaking point, and all the fans in the classroom whizzed and turned, making harsh and noisy sounds.

Zhao Shu's pupils constricted, but no sound came out of her mouth. She ran fast, trying to land in a safe place.

"Didn't you see, move!"

Zhao Shu growled behind him.

A huge fan flew over obliquely and hit the podium. The fan blades were still running unreasonably fast and continuously, looking very sharp.

Zhao Shu felt that her arm was cut open, and the blood flowed down. It was very painful. She endured the pain and ran away quickly.

"Nothing."

Yu Xi calmly looked at Zhao Shu who was running.

"what?"

Zhao Shu looked at her.

"There is no danger whatsoever, so there is no need to run."

Zhao Shu wanted to show her the wound, but saw that the cloth on his arm was intact, without blood or anything.

Zhao Shu suddenly turned his head to look at the podium, and sure enough, there was no broken movement on the podium. Zhao Shu breathed a sigh of relief, but when he came back to his senses, he saw the wall very close at hand.

"You were going to run over there just now."

Yu Xi raised her chin.

Zhao Shu frowned delicately, retreated between Yu Xi and Yan Zhuo, and the five of them gathered together.

"This is not a door, you can't run out."

Yan Zhuo touched the whirlpool.

"What did you just see there?"

Yu Xi pointed to the wall and asked Zhao Shu.

"It's an open space, and there's a window."

Zhao Shu pointed to another part of the wall, but there were no windows there, and the white wall paint reflected pale light.

"So, maybe this is also an illusion, there is no door there, the door is somewhere else?"

When Mo Jingan spoke, she pushed her eyes, looking calm.

Ghost is a kind of supernatural phenomenon, which uses special magnetic field interference to make people have hallucinations of insanity, which leads to people's death.

If what the eyes see is not the truth, what the hearing is not the truth, then where is the truth...?

They have only one idea, escape!

escape!escape!escape!

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