After picking up the baby, my father and I became rivals

Relying on the light of the large flashlight, Song Wenzhi looked at the bright red handprints on the white wall, and then at the red paint left on his and Zhang Yu's palms, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

His handprint should have been attached to the wall when he stood up just now, and Zhang Yu had stuck it when he helped him up.

There is also a mess on the ground. If he and Zhang Yu are not "perpetrators", it really seems to be haunted.

"Xiao Zi, what should we do now?" Song Wenzhi squatted behind Zhang Yu, anxiously asking in a very low voice.

"What?" Zhang Yu didn't hear clearly.

"I said..." Song Wenzhi leaned closer to Zhang Yubanfen again, and subconsciously raised his hand to support something next to him.

Song Wenzhi hadn't opened his mouth yet, he just felt his fingers press some switch, and there was a "click", and a strange music sounded in vain.

The two were stunned for a moment, and Song Wenzhi panicked and raised his voice: "What is it!"

Zhang Yu also turned his head and pulled him to his side: "Don't be afraid!"

And the frightened security pony was so frightened by the weird music that he broke into a cold sweat.

He turned his neck stiffly following the sound, and in the flickering shadows, he vaguely saw a human figure.Behind a pile of tables and chairs there was a rustling voice.

"Ghost ghost! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The two people here are still looking for the source of the sound, while the sad pony on the other end has already screamed and scrambled away, accompanied by a fragmentary running sound, running away at the speed of light...

"Xiaozi, that security guard was scared away." Song Wenzhi heard the security guard's screams, and saw that there was only a large flashlight lying on the ground shining alone.

"Leave him alone." Zhang Yu's head hurt from the music: "What did you bump into just now?"

The weird music is ringing, it is the background pure music of classic ghost movies, and the scalp of people who listen to it is numb.

"It seems to be some kind of switch." Song Wenzhi was not too sure about something with a metallic texture.

Zhang Yu turned on his flashlight, took a simple photo, and saw a white stereo next to him under the table, and the sound came from the stereo.

Song Wenzhi fumbled from memory, reached out and pressed a switch on the stereo, and the music stopped abruptly.

The abandoned classroom fell into silence again.

The young couple didn't speak, but squatted and leaned aside.Song Wenzhi couldn't digest what happened just now for a long time, and even Zhang Yu was speechless.

The wind outside the window was howling, and the people in the house were silent. The dust falling from the beams of the two flashlights floated and echoed in the dark air.

Until Song Wenzhi's nose twitched, he couldn't help sneezing.

"Xiao Zhi, don't care about that much, let's go quickly." Zhang and Shen said in a loud voice.

The security guard was terrified, and maybe someone would come to check in a while.

Song Wenzhi put on the jacket that Zhang Yu took off, and was led out of the old school building by his hand.The two didn't care about discarding the scattered things in the classroom, and ran back home quickly.

When the two returned to the apartment where they lived, the first thing they did was take a shower.

Zhang Yu is okay, except for the paint on his hands, there are also a few spots on his clothes.

But Song Wenzhi was different. His entire left hand was dyed red to the point of dryness, and there were traces of paint all over his clothes. The whole woolen coat and trousers were directly thrown into the trash can.

Not just on hands and clothes.Song Wenzhi's face and hair were inadvertently rubbed with paint.If Song Wenzhi is given another knife, it will really look like he is going to kill someone.

What made Song Wenzhi even more desperate was that he washed his left hand more than a dozen times, using hand sanitizer, dish soap, shampoo, toothpaste, rubbing it with a bath towel, and even using a steel wool ball.

The entire palm and a small section of the wrist are all red and white, and the fingers are also soaked in red paint.Song Wenzhi couldn't tell whether his hands were stained red with paint or rubbed red by himself.

"Baby, didn't you ask Yang Le? This kind of paint will fall off after a few days if it is applied to a large area, why don't you go to sleep..."

The hour hand pointed to 10:30 in the evening. Zhang Yu had been watching Song Wenzhi tossing his left hand in the bathroom. Zhang Yu forced him a few mouthfuls of dinner, and didn't care about anything else.

"You are a straight man! If you continue to gossip, I will go to school tomorrow to spread rumors. You burned my hands!"

Song Wenzhi kept scolding while washing his hands, he raised his hand and swung the water like a little beast rushing for food, drenching his handsome face.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, but it will hurt if you rub your hands like this." Zhang Yu stopped Song Wenzhi's hand from taking the shoe brush.

Song Wenzhi is very Buddhist. He doesn't use the Internet or play games, but he cares about his own image.

The whole person is clean, and the skin is maintained like a peeled egg.Masks and hand masks must be arranged, and there is no shortage of body care.

After all, Song Wenzhi is an Omega. Although he doesn't love fashion and makeup like Little Curly, he has done a lot of necessary care.

Zhang Yu is very clear about this point... I have a deep understanding... um.

"I don't care, I'm going to clean it up!" Song Wenzhi and Zhang Yu made trouble for no reason.

"Okay, I'll be with you, rub it slowly."

"I won't!"

"..."

Song Wenzhi struggled until midnight, and went to school the next day with a sore and red left hand.Completely forgot about the haunted scene of the abandoned classroom, and the security guard who scared the shit out of him.

"Huh? Chairman, is it so cold? You are wearing gloves already." Little Curly hummed a little tune, brought Yang Le to play with Song Wenzhi, looked at his white gloves, and a question mark appeared above his head.

Wear it, just wear one.

Song Wenzhi couldn't help laughing: "No, my hand was scratched, and I was afraid of the wind after applying the medicine. It's fine."

Little Curly has no cosplay activities recently. He heard from Yang Le that Song Wenzhi wanted to draw posters, so he came to him for help when he had no class in the morning.

"President, that paint?" Yang Le mentioned the matter of paint.

"I've already bought all the paints, but..." Song Wenzhi looked embarrassed again and again, trying to recall the nonsensical experience of last night: "I discussed with President Zhang and decided to change the place where the posters are drawn. Not in the abandoned classrooms of the old school building."

Zhang Yu secretly moved everything out of the old school building early in the morning. Due to time constraints, he only had time to clean up the red stains on the ground, and hid the wig and the white suspender skirt.

As for the red palm prints left by Song Wenzhi and Zhang Yu on the wall, before he could find tools to clean them up, the abandoned classroom was occupied by several security guards.

According to Zhang Yu, he stood in the building next door and watched from a distance. Last night, the young security guard was crying and howling in disbelief. He grabbed the collar of Uncle Li's military coat and almost turned him into a sieve.

Because there was nothing inside, no blood-stained women's wigs and skirts, and the blood on the ground disappeared.

Song Wenzhi guessed that the young security guard would doubt life, so he silently lit three white candles for him in his heart.

"Did you draw posters in the abandoned classroom?" Little Curly asked with a wink.

"correct."

Little Curly was grinning, with a bit of embarrassment in his tone: "That place is pretty good, why do you want to change it?"

"It's good that you know that place?" Song Wenzhi felt a little strange when he heard the unclear words in Little Curly's words.

"Because I was running out of time for the comic show some time ago, and I didn't have a place to rehearse the performance, so I kept rehearsing in that abandoned classroom."

After finishing speaking, Little Curly added: "The sound insulation effect is not bad. No matter how loud my stereo is, I won't be heard."

Song Wenzhi solemnly put his hand on the little curly shoulder, and asked with a serious face: "...how is your performance... what is it?"

The little curly hair is unclear, so: "It's a comic exhibition, a stage play of a fan drama, which is roughly the theme of campus horror of ghost school girls..."

Song Wenzhi: "..."

"The case has been solved." Song Wenzhi put his hand on Xiao Curly's shoulder, with a sudden realization of compassion on his face.

"what?"

It seems that the wig, skirt and stereo are both curly. For the convenience of rehearsal, he put all the things in the locker of the abandoned classroom, and he and Zhang Yu turned them out by accident.

Afterwards, Song Wenzhi told Little Curly what happened last night in a very apologetic manner, omitting his left hand, which was now white and red, and replaced it with paint and sprinkled it on the wig and skirt.

"No, no, damn it! My ice silk suspender dress! My cardigan wig! Made to order! All made to order!"

The little curly hair dragged Yang Le and wailed, with palpitations and cramps: "It's all ruined, it's all bought by Ruanmei coins, money, money! Money! It's all in vain!"

Little Curly was crying with snot and tears, he didn't dare to drag Song Wenzhi to howl, so he cried to Yang Le, crying worse than his dead father.

"That..." Song Wenzhi couldn't help but want to analyze his statement full of loopholes for them, but he couldn't help it.

He looked at the little curly hair who was crying miserably for Qian, and thought that the wig, skirt and so on were all dirty by himself, and Zhang Yu threw those things away this morning, and he probably never came back in the garbage truck now.

Although Song Wenzhi didn't quite understand the mess that Little Curly said, but it probably meant that wigs and skirts were quite expensive.

Song Wenzhi coughed lightly, and said to Little Curly who was wiping tears with Yang Lewei's coat and hat: "How much are these things, I will compensate you according to the price."

He opened his mouth, halfway through the word money, before he finished speaking, the little curly hair seemed to be pressed the pause button, and instantly held his breath and stopped crying.

"Thank you, thank you, Chairman! I really love you so much!"

Song Wenzhi: "...You're welcome."

It's easy to put in and out, no pressure.

I thought this matter could come to an end, but I didn't expect that it was not as simple as Song Wenzhi thought.

The haunting of the abandoned classroom in the old school building has intensified. Although the paint on the wig skirt has been cleaned up, the two red handprints are still there.

A few daring students took advantage of the school to seal the classroom to take pictures, and then spread it wildly on the campus forum.

Coupled with the personal narration by the security pony, more people went to listen to it than the people who listened to the big class on Wednesday, and then various versions were spread like a snowball.

Until Song Wenzhi and Zhang Yu finished drawing the posters, the story of the abandoned classroom has evolved into a tragic story of AO being torn apart by his family. A's family is not allowed to marry a man O, and then O is wearing a skirt and a wig, and the two are in the abandoned classroom. The story of slashing one's wrists and pressing bloody handprints on both of them to die for love.

Because the two bloody handprints on the wall belonged to two people, and the palms were large and slender, it was obvious that both men had palms.

So here comes the most outrageous and widely circulated ghost story.

During the hot discussion of this incident, Li Ping, the "beautiful boy admired by thousands of people", did not get involved at all, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the posters of Song Wenzhi and Zhang Yu.

However, after posting it on the campus forum, it didn't stir up any ripples, and was instantly overwhelmed by those remarks, and even my own mother couldn't be found.

Li Ping's status as the god of gossip instantly fell into Waterloo in his career.

Create a record low, no lower.

So, the relationship between Song Wenzhi and Zhang Yu's "rivals" has not changed at all...

It was so casually ignored...

white busy...