Fear Collection

After the national flag was raised, Xie Jinxi followed a group of students back to the class to pack their schoolbags, put pens and notebooks into the schoolbags, and then followed them to the library with their schoolbags on their backs.

The library is located in a building behind the auditorium. Zhang Zhenfang, the head teacher and Chinese teacher, was waiting downstairs. When she saw them coming over, she said to them, "Did you bring your notebook and pen? Go to the reading room on the sixth floor and wait for me." "

Xie Jinxi followed her classmates into the building. There seemed to be two elevators on the first floor, because there were a lot of students who came to the reading class. Those who didn’t want to climb the stairs were waiting in line for the elevator, while those who didn’t want to wait for the elevator went inside and walked around for a while. The stairs go up.

Xie Jinxi didn't really want to climb the stairs. He waited in line with other students for about 3 minutes before it was his turn to get into the elevator.

The interior of the elevator is spacious and bright, and the four inner walls are as smooth as a mirror, which can easily reflect people's appearance.

Students in black and white school uniforms were reflected on the inner wall of the elevator. Xie Jinxi stared at it for a while and turned his head, not wanting to look again, but at the moment the angle of view changed, he saw a student suddenly opened his mouth and smiled at him in the reflection on the inner wall of the elevator.

Xie Jinxi was startled, and immediately turned to look at the classmate next to him.The classmate still stood there expressionless, motionless.

The elevator slowly went up, and when Xie Jinxi looked at the inner wall again, that exaggerated smiling face had disappeared.

On the sixth floor, Xie Jinxi followed her classmates to the reading room, which is spacious and bright with many long tables.

The reading room here seems to be just a reading room, without bookshelves and books.

The students went to the empty seats and put down the schoolbags they brought, took out notebooks and pens, and waited quietly for Zhang Zhenfang to come up.

Not long afterward, Zhang Zhenfang and another teacher stood at the door and said, "Now, everyone goes to the bookshelf one by one according to their student numbers to get books back for reading. Take all the books you want to read at once, and don't walk back and forth halfway through." disturb others."

"In addition, it is not allowed to read idle books, and accumulate more composition materials. If I catch reading idle books, I will be criticized and punished."

Then the students went out to get books from the bookshelves, and Xie Jinxi followed them to the library at the end of the corridor.

There are rows of bookshelves in the library, the bookshelves are very close to each other, and they are filled with all kinds of books.

There is an index on the door of the library, and many students go straight to the front row of bookshelves after entering, and there are rows of composition magazines on the bookshelves.

Xie Jinxi followed the past and picked two, and after thinking about it, he went to the popular science bibliography according to the index, and picked a popular science magazine related to snakes after searching for a long time.

The magazine was not full of knowledge about animals, but also some zoologists' profiles. If Zhang Zhenfang asked him later, he could use the excuse of "collecting unique composition materials" as an excuse.

When he turned around holding the magazine and wanted to leave, an eyeball suddenly appeared in the gap between the magazine and the magazine. The eye squeezed out from the gap and stuck in front of Xie Jinxi's eyes. He turned to look at the magazine in his hand, then looked at Xie Jinxi .

Xie Jinxi paused, then turned around and walked out of the library as if he hadn't noticed the eye protruding from the gap at all.

When he walked to the door of the reading room, Zhang Zhenfang suddenly stopped him: "131331, show me the magazine in your left hand."

Xie Jinxi handed her the magazine.

Zhang Zhenfang took the magazine and flipped through it page by page, then looked at Xie Jinxi and asked him: "Why do you want to read this kind of magazine? Why don't you read more full-score composition or composition material magazines?"

Xie Jinxi listed the other basic composition material magazines that he brought over, and said: "Teacher, I have already taken some composition material magazines. Everyone uses materials such as Sima Qian and Lu Xun, which are too routine. I think I I can memorize some materials about unpopular scientists, which will make my composition more brilliant."

Zhang Zhenfang looked at him with a cold face, her thin lips were tightly pressed together, and after a long time, she said, "Okay, let's go in and have a look."

After passing this level, Xie Jinxi took the magazine and sat in her seat. Instead of reading the animal science magazine first, she opened the composition material magazine and flipped through the pages, taking notes from time to time.

really……

He was just testing the head teacher.

Zhang Zhenfang said that the condition for accepting criticism and punishment must be "being discovered by her to read idle books", that is, two points of "being discovered by her" and "reading idle books" must be met at the same time.

Facts have proved that "not being discovered by her" is very difficult to achieve. No matter there are surveillance cameras monitoring students in this school, and there are ghosts in every corner, the other point is "idle books".

The definition of "idle books" is rather vague. In fact, it's not that the teacher says it's idle books. If students give reasonable reasons, they can escape punishment.

Flipping through the composition magazine, Xie Jinxi found some problems.

Since Xie Jinxi's student number is the last, when he went, the composition material area had almost all the books and magazines, leaving only some old magazines published a long time ago.

The book in Xie Jinxi's hand has obviously been flipped through by many people, the corners of the magazine are somewhat rolled up, and some contents in it have been marked with emphasis.

When turning to one of the pages, Xie Jinxi found that there was a piece of paper sandwiched there.

Xie Jinxi changed his reading posture, tried to use his body to block the sight of the teacher and the surrounding students, and quickly turned over the page to read it.

There are some random graffiti on it, and there are many short sentences complaining, such as "What reading class, why not call it a composition material class", "Why can't you bring carbonated drinks into the classroom", "Boring, so boring", " I don't want to run around" or something like that.

In addition, Xie Jinxi read it for a long time, and recognized half of the poems from it.

【I never loved the world,

it does the same to me;

I have not flattered its rotten breath,

And never bowed the knee in obedience,

Worship its various idols;

I didn't put a smile on my face,

And not shouting loudly,

Worship an echo;

Diverse worlds can't see me as one of them;

I stand among the crowd but not of them;

did not put their minds in

In the shrouds that were not yet counted as their thoughts,

Marching together,

Therefore, it is suppressed and becomes docile. 】[Note]

The doodles and short sentences of complaints are all written with different pens, and the handwriting is scribbled and casual. Only this poem is written with a dark blue pen, and the handwriting is angry and sharp. Thin paper.

Xie Jinxi quickly clipped this piece of paper in his notebook, and then continued to look through the composition material.

After paying attention this time, he found more imprints left by that student in this composition material.

In particular, he found that some words in this book were underlined with the same dark blue pen, turned from front to back, and after connecting each word, there were two sentences.

[I am no longer me, I am disappearing, I am becoming like them]

【It wants me to be like them】

Xie Jinxi flipped through the magazine a few times, and finally closed the magazine after confirming that there were no other clues in it, and continued to read the animal science magazine.

Hmm... Snakes can smell the same kind of pheromones, but can snakes smell human pheromones?Can different people be identified by different pheromones?

There will be a period of cessation of feeding before molt... Will Muta molt too?

Xie Jinxi added some popular science about snakes, and then the footsteps of teacher Zhang Zhenfang came from the corridor.

The heel of the middle-heeled black leather shoes knocked on the tiles. Zhang Zhenfang walked in and said, "Okay, students, get out of class is almost over. After you put the books back to their original places, you can go to the cafeteria to eat."

"Remember, put books back where they belong, and don't overwork library staff."

Xie Jinxi was not in a hurry to leave. He first confirmed that the note was clipped in the notebook so that it would not fall off, and then stuffed the notebook into his schoolbag, and then he walked slowly towards the library with the magazine on his back.

This school... really has a big problem.

The main problem does not seem to lie in those "rules" and "ghosts", maybe in those "classmates".

Sure enough, the weirdest ones were those students who only had student IDs. Xie Jinxi decided to get in touch with them more in the afternoon class.

Walking to the library, Xie Jinxi put the composition material magazine back, then took the animal science magazine to the original bookshelf, and put the magazine back.

At this time, he suddenly heard a light knock on the door behind him.

etc?This row of bookshelves is indeed in the back of the library, but the innermost part of the library should be a wall?Why is there a knock on the door?

Xie Jinxi walked out from between the bookshelves, walked a few steps into the library, and got closer to the innermost wall.

However, before he saw the wall, there was a sudden sound of closing the door.

Xie Jinxi looked at the door of the library suddenly, and found that the door had been closed at some point.

Xie Jinxi hurried over there, reached out and pushed the door, only to find that the outside was locked.

locked?

Damn it, is it because the bookshelf blocked his figure, so the person who closed the door didn't see that he was still inside?

Xie Jinxi took two steps back and slammed his shoulder on the door twice, then patted the door for a long time and shouted twice, but still no one responded.

Not only that, but the lights in the library suddenly went out.

There are no windows in the library, and it is only illuminated by lights. When the lights go out, you can't see your fingers.

Xie Jinxi leaned against the door of the library, and in the darkness and silence, heard a knock on the door from the depths of the library.

Xie Jinxi remembered that there was still a mobile phone in his schoolbag, so he hurriedly unloaded his schoolbag, took out his mobile phone and opened it, he hesitated for a moment, but quickly settled down, turned on the phone and turned on the flashlight function.

Based on the observations last night and this morning, it seems that ghosts only appear when there is no monitoring.

Xie Jinxi saw an eyeball just now when he came to pick up the magazine, which proves that there should be no monitoring in the library. Of course, it is also possible that the eyeball also relies on the bookshelf card to monitor the blind spot.

But now it is dark, and the invisible disadvantage is fatal to Xie Jinxi.

Being found with a mobile phone or being trapped here and not returning to the dormitory to sleep after lunch break, it is hard to say which punishment will be more severe.

Anyway, if there is monitoring of his mobile phone, he will be found out, but he will be rescued; if there is no monitoring, he will have to find a way to find his way out.

The flashlight attached to the mobile phone directly illuminates a small space, but most of the vast library is still dark, and the bookshelves lined up are like shaking ghosts when the flashlight flickers.

The author has something to say: [Note] This poem comes from "I Never Loved the World" by Byron