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Walking slowly on the campus, passing the teaching building, laboratory building, multimedia building, and playground, everything is so friendly, as if he has returned to the days of teaching in school, calm and not disturbed by the world.

"Jingle Bell!"

The crisp ringing of the bell sounded like a small stone being thrown into the water, breaking the stagnant atmosphere and causing ripples.

The whole campus is like a giant beast that suddenly wakes up from a deep sleep. The noise comes from those dark door frames, sharp laughter, excited howls, the sound of tables, chairs and benches colliding, some people slapping the table excitedly, some people waving their clothes and rushing towards them. out of the classroom door.

The boys wore black Chinese tunic suits, and the girls wore blue button-up blouses and black knee-length skirts. They walked in groups of three or four, chatting loudly, laughing and playing past Shatang.

This beautiful scene did make Sha Tang's hands tremble suddenly and he clenched the hem of his clothes tightly. Cold sweat rushed out of his pores. He slowly took a breath until he felt a slight throbbing pain in his lungs before exhaling again. Who could I thought, just visiting a campus can also encounter supernatural events.

I saw those students with blurred faces, or with only nostrils and a black hole-like mouth on their faces, which made people feel chills down their backs.

"Boom"

Suddenly a running boy bumped into Sha Tang. The boy looked like a child from a refugee camp, a small and skinny one, the bones on his wrist protruded deeply, and there were dense footprints on his clothes, big or small. , with tears running down his cheeks, turning blue and yellow, and fear in his eyes, as if he saw a monster eating people.

This is the first person Sha Tang saw on this campus who has eyes. To be precise, he is a person with complete facial features, but his condition is not very good.

Before Sha Tang could speak, he screamed, the voice was like a dying bird, lonely, frightened and ear-piercing, he ran forward frantically, regardless of his care, bumped into many people along the way.

Those students were very angry. They opened their big empty mouths, squirmed their lips and tongues, and cursed the boy with no eyes. One after another, vicious words shot out from their mouths, turned into sharp swords, and pierced the boy's body one after another. , Blood flowed down the boy's clothes, leaving bloody footprints one after another.

However, they didn't seem to see the change in the boy. They cursed and didn't forget to fight with their companions. The boy seemed to have endless blood, which stained the entire tree-lined path red and spread to farther places. , Such a scene is absurd and terrifying.

There was another noise in the back, and seven or eight students chased after them. Different from those blurred human faces, these children had clear and distorted facial features on their faces, like abstract paintings of the Renaissance. Some of them had long hands, some The feet are huge and monster-like, and they are holding water bottles, brooms and mops in their hands.

They were well dressed, their little leather shoes were polished, and their hair was meticulous. They looked like young ladies from aristocratic families, but they were chasing after the panic-stricken boy, howling excitedly.

The boy was finally blocked at the school gate, surrounded by the few students, and the students who passed by along the way seemed to be familiar with it, only some people stopped to join in the fun.

The students laughed wantonly at the boy. The blood on the boy's body was flowing faster, almost covering the concrete floor under his feet. They picked up the props in their hands, and someone poured steaming water from the water bottle on his head Someone beat the boy's hands and feet with a broomstick on the boy's head and face.

They spit on the ground, forced the boy to lick it clean, tied the mop to the boy, let the boy lie on the ground to mop the floor, and peed on the boy. Seeing the boy humbled like a dog, those people danced with joy and showed their faces. There was a flush of excitement, like a doomsday carnival.

They sang and danced around the boy. In the lyrics, they mocked the boy as an unknown child and a devil who brought curses. They trampled the boy's hand under their feet, and used their toes to grind the finger that had been hidden in the sleeve. When the boy screamed, they would high-five each other and cheer, like happy birds.

"Disgusting, go to hell!"

"Six-fingered monster, eat my old grandson with a stick"

"I'm you I'd be dead, ugly"

The stick hit the boy's body one after another, and the slender bones were overwhelmed and made a dull sound.

Sha Tang wanted to step forward to stop him, but he couldn't move, even moving his fingers was an extravagant hope. He seemed to be a statue with eyes on this campus, and he could only watch passively.

The boy fell into a pool of blood, with blood gushing from his nose, he gasped heavily, and his tears turned red as they mixed with the deep red.

The group of students had had enough fun, laughed enough, and the onlookers had seen enough. Everyone left the stage one after another, like a theater curtain call, and the world suddenly entered the night.

The boy was lying on the cold concrete floor, his body was twitching and trembling, his hands were trampled to a bloody mess, and some parents passed by him with their children in their arms.

The child opened his black and white eyes and asked curiously, "Mom, why is this man lying here? Why is he bleeding so much?"

The child's mother hurriedly covered the child's eyes, not allowing him to look at it again, "Don't look at it, he is bleeding because he was beaten."

The child struggled vigorously twice, but did not break away from his mother's hand that blocked his eyes. He continued to ask, "Why did you get beaten?"

"Because he was a bad boy and he did something wrong."

"What did he do wrong?"

The child's mother thought for a while, but she didn't see what happened, so she could only vaguely say: "I don't know, but if people don't beat others, they beat him. It must be because he is not good. It must be because he has done something bad." will do."

The child groaned, and no longer tried to break his mother's hand. He buried his head in his mother's arms, and no longer wanted to see the boy who was lying in a pool of blood.

Sha Tang found that just when the child said oh and gave up struggling, the child's bright eyebrows and eyes became blurred, as if they had been mosaiced.

A layer of black mist rose from the body of the child and the mother, lingering like water, they drifted away, and the street lights flickered, stretching their shadows for a long, long time, as if they wanted to peel off the shadows until they were completely Going away, I don't know whether they were swallowed by the darkness or they merged into the darkness.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a minute or a whole night, the darkness receded like a tide, and the sun rose. Just when Sha Tang looked up at the sun, the boy disappeared, and the blood on the ground disappeared, as if something Neither happened.

The students walked into the school with their schoolbags on their backs. They were still laughing and laughing, and the cheerful laughter came from their blurred figures. I can move.

At this moment, a boy walked into the school gate. He was so fat that he couldn't button the oversized Chinese tunic suit on him. He was like a moving hill, shaking the ground with every step he took. .

It was really shaking, Sha Tang supported the girl who was not standing still and turned upside down. The girl was weak, but it was rare to have a pair of eyes with aura. The puppy eyes were round and full of panic and Dots of glittering and translucent, like stars disturbed by the night wind, with white arms around his waist, and his upper body tightly fitting together.

The girl's hand seemed to penetrate into his body with an electric current, causing him to tense his back uncontrollably, as if sensing his stiffness, she touched his waist again in some surprise.

The side of the waist is the most sensitive part of Sha Tang's body, and no one would touch him like this usually, so he was stunned for a while before he realized it, and quickly pushed her away and took a few steps back. Just as he was about to apologize, he again It was a shaking, and I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the girl threw herself into his arms again. Although the other party was only a little girl, but as a people's teacher, Sha Tang always paid great attention to the relationship with the students. distance.

So this kind of change only made him feel extremely embarrassed. Originally, he would not have cared about such a young girl, but for some reason, after seeing the girl's eyes, he couldn't see her as a child for no reason. A very wonderful feeling, as if there is a mature soul living in it.

"Wow, here comes the big fat pig!"

With a cheer, the violent shaking finally stopped.

Sha Tang looked at the fat boy. Because of his excessive obesity, the flesh on his face was squeezed together, his eyes were narrowed into a slit, and his mouth was pouting thickly, looking a little funny.

This boy Sha Tang has seen before, it is the fat boy on the psychic car, that is, the grandson of Uncle Ji Xiang, and also the boy lying in the pool of blood yesterday, although he has gained a lot of weight, there are always some traces in his eyebrows and eyes.

As the cheers sounded, a group of students, both men and women, gathered around the fat boy. They pointed at the boy and insulted him, and laughed at him as a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered in the slaughterhouse. Someone picked up the hem of his clothes and laughed loudly. Get up, as if you have discovered some secret.

"Look at his clothes, the sleeves of his clothes are red, hahaha, is your family so poor that you need to patch them, oh no, where did you pick up this sleeve and sew it on!"

While laughing, he dragged the boy's clothes. Because the boy was too fat, he lost his previous flexibility. He could only passively accept their teasing. His coat was taken off, revealing the dark blue sweater inside, and the thong on the left sleeve. Hong is very abrupt, if she didn't know the truth, Sha Tang would probably think it was a patch.

When the boy was insulted and teased, he responded silently, but now he is like a clumsy duck, flopping around to stop those people from tearing his sweater, which shows that he really cherishes this sweater.

The people around him laughed even more happily. Someone took out the scissors used in the handicraft class from the schoolbag, and while the boy was attracting the attention of others, he held the scissors and was about to cut off, but someone suddenly grabbed his wrist.

That hand was slender and slender, with round and light-white fingers, really beautiful, he raised his head in a daze.

The person who held him was a man in his twenties, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and he was not like ordinary people. He was obviously only wearing a simple shirt and trousers, but there was a kind of noble temperament lingering in him.

The man laughed, as if the clouds were blowing up, "Little classmate, don't do bad things."

Seeing the student nodding stupidly, Sha Tang smiled gratifiedly, and stuffed the scissors into his pocket. He didn't want to find a weapon for self-defense because he was afraid, he was really just for the fat boy... Good sweater.

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