scary nursery rhyme

Art Building i

Those who don't know are fearless, the books of the boy who died in the morning were used by his deskmate as a tool for playing and playing. If he knew that his deskmate could never come back, what would he think...

Maybe you will feel scared, maybe you will be like the person just now, it doesn't matter.

Lin Xingyun: "Let's go first, and go to the Art Building."

Bai Yangyang naturally had no objection.

The art building of the school was built for the students who specialize in music and beauty. Considering that the sound will not affect other cultural students, the art building is farther away from the teaching building, and the two chatted without saying a word on the road.

And the second boy jumped from the window on the fifth floor - this is the news that can only be learned through monitoring.

"Wait." Bai Yangyang caught a detail, "If he died because he jumped off the building, wouldn't the needle in his mouth—"

Lin Xingyun did not deny, "This situation cannot be ruled out."

Bai Yangyang instantly felt goosebumps all over his body.

If he committed suicide on his own initiative, then the needles in his mouth and esophagus probably existed before he jumped off the building.Bai Yangyang couldn't believe how he endured the pain of swallowing a sewing needle, and then chose to jump down from the fifth floor.

Bai Yangyang rubbed his arms, "It's really a lie to swallow a thousand needles, it's too vicious." After all, when he was a child, the most he said was "to lie into a puppy". .

Lin Xingyun: "To deceive people is to swallow a thousand needles, so who have they deceived?"

Bai Yangyang said: "Whoever kills them, they will deceive him!"

"I always feel that there is something that is inconsistent, but I can't find the point." Lin Xingyun pondered for a moment, then shrugged and gave up thinking, "Forget it, don't think so much, but it seems that we have to go to Class 23 today."

Bai Yangyang agreed.

While talking, the two came to the art building farthest from the teaching building.

The art building is five stories high. The winding stairs, graffiti walls, and specially planted large flower and fruit trees all show the school's wealth and strength.

There was only a damaged cordon left at the scene where the boy jumped to his death, and all the blood had been cleaned up.

Bai Yangyang: "There seems to be nothing here."

"That's not necessarily true." Lin Xingyun squatted down and pushed aside the grass in front of his eyes, "Come and see, is this the sewing needle?"

Bai Yangyang also squatted down and saw a small silver needle falling from the soil of the flower bed. It should have fallen out of the mouth of the deceased when he fell from the building, because there were still brown marks on the needle.

Bai Yangyang was simply amazed: "Damn Brother Lin, you are awesome, you can find everything like this."

Lin Xingyun calmly explained that he only saw it because of the reflection of the needle.

Bai Yangyang snorted, "It's not easy for ghosts, you have to prepare so many needles to kill someone."

Lin Xingyun replied to him indifferently, "Yes, it's really not easy."

Bai Yangyang also followed Lin Xingyun to rummage in the flower bed for a while, but unfortunately, apart from the blood-stained needle, there were no valuable clues.

"Go upstairs and have a look." Lin Xingyun suggested.

The art building seems to be newly built and has only been in use for a few years. The equipment is still very new. Surprisingly, there is an elevator installed.

Because the day's class hadn't started yet, there were no students in the whole building. When they reached the fifth floor, the doors of the art classroom on the fifth floor were locked, and they could only have a rough look from the window.

There are students' works hanging in the corridor, all kinds of sketches, oil paintings, watercolors, and even a few sculptures are randomly piled up at the door, and the air is filled with the smell of paint.

When walking to a certain classroom, Lin Xingyun stopped.

"What's wrong?" Bai Yangyang questioned.

Lin Xingyun pointed to a painting on the wall, "The time of these paintings is different."

Ordinary art students would sign their life and completion time in the lower right corner of the painting. After Lin Xingyun reminded him, he realized that the painting outside this classroom was three years earlier than the painting posted outside other classrooms.

Bai Yangyang: "Could it be that it was abandoned three years ago?"

"Maybe." Lin Xingyun touched the doorknob, "There is no dust on it, so it should not be completely discarded." He gave way to Bai Yangyang, "Go in and have a look."

Bai Yangyang understood, and took out the wire from his pocket to work skillfully, because the lock hadn't been used for a long time, and there was rust in the keyhole, it took Bai Yangyang a while to open it.

Lin Xingyun nodded in relief, and even smiled, "Not bad."

Bai Yangyang saw that his compliment did not seem to be fake, but seemed to be satisfied from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but suspect that he was brought here because of his lockpicking skills.

Bai Yangyang: Thanks to the special skills I have accumulated over the years, I have a place in the sinister society.

This classroom is not much different from other classrooms. Except for the messy drawing boards piled up in the corner and the paints that have dried up, the walls of the classroom are also pasted with students' paintings. It doesn't look like it's abandoned at all. It looks like three years.

Lin Xingyun walked to the window and opened the thick curtains. Light rushed in from the window, dispelling the gloomy atmosphere in the classroom.

Lin Xingyun opened the window and looked down, "He should have jumped from here."

Bai Yangyang followed suit, and the window directly below was facing the flower bed where they found the needle.

Bai Yangyang wondered: "If he jumped from here, how did he open the door?" After all, it's not common for people like him to be able to work with a wire.

Lin Xingyun smiled, "Guess?"

"..." Bai Yangyang was silent for a second in bewilderment, and then frustrated, "I almost forgot that the murderer is not human at all."

Lin Xingyun's eyes were full of sunshine, and he comforted him like a stupid son: "It's okay, the days are still long, just get used to it."

Bai Yangyang almost didn't groan on the spot, what Boss Lin said meant that he would still deal with these things for a long time, huh? !

"What are you doing here?!" At this moment, a woman's voice suddenly came from the door.

Bai Yangyang was startled by the sudden woman's voice, he turned his head and saw a girl with short hair in a school uniform, and this girl was staring at them.

"Two boys died here, right?" Lin Xingyun calmly explained: "We were invited by the school to investigate these two incidents."

The girl believed in Lin Xingyun's appearance and temperament, but she still maintained a skeptical attitude and asked, "Police?"

Bai Yangyang thought that Lin Xingyun would answer truthfully, but he didn't expect that Lin Xingyun nodded cheekily, "Smart."

Bai Yangyang remained silent, but speaking of it, he had nothing to say... Lin Xingyun had finished the play by himself, and he had nothing to add.

The girl relaxed a little, and her attitude finally eased, at least her eyes were not so unfriendly.

Bai Yangyang thought that she could let go of her guard, but unexpectedly, the girl suddenly said, "Then where is your police officer ID? Show me!"

Bai Yangyang: "..."

Lin Xingyun obviously didn't expect this girl to make such a trick again, he smiled and walked slowly towards the door.

After all, he is a big man of 1.8 meters five. No matter how gentle his temperament is, it is difficult to eliminate the sense of oppression. The girl looked up at him with her neck straightened, "What, what are you doing?"

"Classmate." Lin Xingyun pressed his palm on the girl's shoulder, still with a gentle smile on his face, "Did no one tell you, don't get too involved in everything."

The girl froze, "You—"

Bai Yangyang couldn't bear it anymore, "Brother Lin, stop teasing her."

Lin Xingyun withdrew his hand, with an innocent face, "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

girl:"……"

Bai Yangyang: "..." I almost believed it.

Bai Yangyang didn't care about Mr. Lin who suddenly became playful, he smiled and explained their reason for coming to the frightened girl, she nodded, "I know, you are already the fourth batch here People." She tilted her head in doubt, "But the first few batches all asked me to get the key, how did you get in."

Bai Yangyang's expression turned serious, "I don't know, the door was not closed when we came."

"Okay." The girl had a headache, "Did I forget to close the door again?"

Bai Yangyang said calmly: "Maybe so, you have to be careful next time and remember to lock the door properly."

The girl frowned, "Okay..."

After Bai Yangyang finished speaking, he felt that what he did was a bit familiar, and it was different from Lin Xingyun's trickery... He raised his head slightly, and sure enough, he saw Lin Xingyun who was smiling.

Seeing that Lin Xingyun had no intention of opening his mouth, Bai Yangyang took over all the work resignedly. He blinked his eyes wide, "Can I ask you something? About this classroom."

Even though it was his first time here, Bai Yangyang always had an intuition - that murderous ghost had an inseparable connection with this classroom.

This feeling can't be expressed in words, it's just a wonderful intuition, and Lin Xingyun obviously felt it too, so he turned his attention to the girl after asking the question.

The girl hesitated for a few seconds, she didn't seem to be answering this question, but she still said: "I don't know very well here, but I heard from my senior sister that the paintings here are always splashed with red paint for no reason. At first they thought someone was playing a prank, so they installed a camera, thinking that they could catch that person, but then..."

Bai Yangyang: "What happened later?"

The girl's expression was a little frightened, "but then their paintings suddenly turned into self-portraits of themselves, and each of these self-portraits was smiling."

"This kind of thing lasted for half a year, and because of this incident, the painter was also rumored to have a ghost inside..."

The paintings in the studio are always tampered with for no reason. This kind of classroom makes the art students who take classes here feel uneasy. Later, the art building was expanded, and it gradually became an abandoned classroom.

[The author has something to say: Calvin makes me bald]