Safe purchase, I have a little experience

But it can be regarded as a harvest, at least, Lu Qiu can pick up the drumstick and take a good look.

The highest physical strength that Lu Qiu has used these days is three points. This is the first time he has spent so much physical strength to explore the teaching building.He almost gritted his teeth, but at the same time he picked up the drumstick with great care, and shone a flashlight on it.

There were no bloodstains as expected, or the word "death" engraved on it.

The dialog box reappeared, and the small white characters were quickly typed out one by one.

"A wooden drumstick that looks old is something that the students of the drum team will use. It's just this one, why is it placed here alone? ---"

Seeing the horizontal line behind, Lu Qiu knew that he hadn't finished speaking, so he turned the drumstick and looked at the drum on the ground.

Boom.Lu Qiu tentatively hit the drum lightly, and the drum made a dull sound.

Then the text in the dialog box continues to appear:

"You, really can't remember?"

The words of this sentence are red.

Lu Qiu stared at this jargon for a long time, feeling as if the drumstick was beating on his heart at this moment, again and again, asking him each time:

You, really can't remember?

Lu Qiu felt that he should have a splitting headache, squatting on the ground covering his head, and really remembered something, but he didn't, his mind was now blank.

In a daze, Lu Qiuzhen squatted down and raised his eyes.

He saw a very familiar, white shadow.It was the same girl, the ghost he met for the first time, who was squatting next to the piano in the music classroom, looking at him.

According to past experience, if she appeared, her purpose would be to urge Lu Qiu to buy something.

Lu Qiu felt that this was very unreasonable. He had endured tremendous mental torture to watch the advertisement to gain physical strength for free, and even asked him to buy it forcibly.

Especially tonight, he obviously bought a pressure cooker.

Seeing that he hadn't moved, the little girl took out something that looked like fingers from the small pocket of her pink blouse, counted and counted, and finally held the four fingers and showed them to Lu Qiu.

Now Lu Qiu knew, what she meant was that buying one was not enough, she had to buy four.

This is even more unreasonable.Moreover, this pressure cooker is not a special product, and Lu Qiu doesn't really want to buy a lot.

However, the little girl was looking at him longingly, and at the same time, she was brewing a cry of resentment.

Lu Qiu also squatted on the ground, looking at her.

After a while, Lu Qiu maintained this squatting posture and moved forward a little.

The girl didn't know what he was going to do, she stopped crying in confusion, and moved forward a little in the same way.

If there were outsiders present at this moment, he would see a little girl and a boy squatting on the ground and moving forward a little bit, like two little frogs that could croak.

When the distance between the two of them was so close that their knees were about to touch their knees, and Lu Qiu could clearly see the bloodstains on the girl's face, Lu Qiu raised the drumstick.

He rested the drumstick on top of the girl's head.

Not to bang on, just to put on it, but menacing enough.

Lu Qiu smiled with his big eyes as cute as the girl's, and said:

"If you force brother to buy something again, brother will beat you on the head."

To be honest, Lu Qiu's palms were a little sweaty when he said this.

He was able to do this because after several observations, he found that this little girl would only scare people and not have any real behavior, but what if he made a wrong judgment?

...... One second, two seconds, ten seconds passed.

After the silence, the little girl let out a loud cry, which is the common cry of a child after being robbed of candy, very aggrieved.

Lu Qiu put it away as soon as he saw it, picked up the drumstick and turned around and ran. When he ran to the hall, there was already the sound of a woman's high-heeled shoes on the stairs.

Lu Qiu scolded himself for that woman:

"It's really immoral to bully children."

When he got to the gatehouse, Lu Qiu realized belatedly that he had brought the drumstick back to the gatehouse.

Under the warm and safe light of the concierge, this drumstick looked more ordinary, but just when Lu Qiu was about to throw it into the drawer, a dialog box appeared beside the drumstick, which read:

"When I was in music class that day, I suddenly stood up and walked to the front of the classroom, picked up a drumstick and threw it on my head.

Of course I didn't use force, after all my head is so precious, I looked at them while smashing.

The students are still singing, and the teacher is still playing the piano.

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road... Help, they have sung this song a hundred and eighty times.

Why doesn't anyone look at me more, why?

Someone is smashing his own head.

Can't you see the excitement? "

This... Lu Qiu narrowed his eyes.

School violence?A poor child who is ignored and isolated?It sounds a lot like the tragic experience of the protagonist in the school violence ghost stories that often occur on campus.

Lu Qiu wanted to take a closer look at this story, but saw that someone pressed the delete button, the small characters were deleted frantically and quickly, and new words were typed out:

"That night, when the school concierge was patrolling the building, he saw a little girl wandering around in the teaching building.

The kind old man touched the little girl's head and asked her kindly why she didn't go back.

The little girl said she was waiting for her mother to cook meat for her, but refused to leave.

So the porter put a drumstick on her little head.

If you don't leave, I'll beat you up. "

This story is very familiar.

As soon as this story appeared, Lu Qiu heard that child's voice again, and now, he felt that it should be the system's voice.

The system says:

"Drumstick ownership has changed.

As the current master, boy A from the rocket class in the first year of junior high school.

The current host status, the concierge uncle. "

?

Lu Qiu was taken aback.

This drumstick belongs to the concierge now?Who is the porter?

It seems to be him.

This thing does not fill in the owner's name, only the identity.Unfortunately, this is Lu Qiu's identity now.

Boy A, boy A... Lu Qiu silently remembered the identity of the previous master.

Someone has been here before, and it is very likely that they have done something similar to Lu Qiu.

But who is that?

There is no name, only an identity.

Maybe it was because he stayed up too late, Lu Qiu really couldn't hold it anymore, he had a headache, he fell on the bed crookedly, and fell asleep.

Late at night, the city is peaceful.

After some haunted house owners got the gossip that was secretly circulated, some chose to sleep, and some sat in chairs thinking.

And some people, they opened the door of the toilet in their haunted house, stood in front of the mirror, looked down at a crumpled poster, and the corners of their mouths slightly curled up.

it came back.

Let's guess, this time the boss will be deaf or blind.