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"Praying for safety is for the classmates. We are all in the same class. You may not have the impression that she is the class representative. She suddenly suffered from a strange illness a few weeks ago and has not come to school since then."

Anping showed a look of reminiscence, "The class representative is very sick. She has always been in good health, and I have never heard of any root cause of the disease..."

"That's right, I know a lot." Sitting on the threshold, Mu Gesheng was breaking up the bread and throwing it into the enamel jar, "Is she your crush?"

"No, don't talk nonsense!" Anping blushed, "The key is that she asked for leave for a long time. This is the first high school in the city, and the school has never granted such a long leave!"

"What's so difficult about it." Mu Gesheng was holding a plastic fork in his mouth. "The number of times I have asked for leave is about the nth power of the class representative."

Anping didn't know what to say, did he agree with what he said?Or is it that the school bully who repeated the grade and became a legend actually knows the nth root?

What he experienced this afternoon can be called magical realism. First, his classmates actually lived in the Chenghuang Temple, then he was tricked into offering incense to tell his fortune, and then he was sent out to buy some instant noodles... The most unbelievable, rumored The bully of a high school in the city is actually a magic stick, or the version of a veteran cadre.

Anping looked at Mu Gesheng, and felt that this person was far from the rumors. He was not only easy to get along with, but also easy to talk. .

It is precisely this half-inconspicuous demeanor that makes people relax quickly. This matter has been held in Anping's heart for a long time, and there is really no one to talk about. Right now, he said everything: "Who usually Having such a serious illness, the whole grade will discuss it, but this time not only no one mentioned it, even the teacher avoided it... Let’s take sending homework as an example, I wanted to send it together with you and her, In the end, I was stopped by the teacher in charge, who refused to let me go.”

"It's kind of interesting." Mu Gesheng sipped a fork of instant noodles, "I put too much water... Did the class representative get sick in the class? What happened at that time?"

Anping thought for a while, "It was a big class break. She sat on the seat and ate a bowl of noodles, then fell on the table and couldn't wake up no matter how much she screamed. In the end, the teacher called 120. She was carried by a stretcher. out."

"Sit on the seat and eat a bowl of noodles." Muge was full of thoughts, "I remember so clearly, do you really have a crush on her?"

Anping: I beg you, brother, can we get down to business?

Mu Gesheng scolded people for a while, and finally said something human: "Do you remember what kind of noodles she ate?"

"I can't remember clearly." Anping thought for a moment, then glanced at Mu Gesheng's enamel jar, "It seems to be sent by her mother, it smells very fragrant, and there are sauerkraut in it."

"It's a coincidence." Mu Gesheng laughed when he heard the words, and stood up holding the enamel jar, "It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day, let's go, Ampoule."

The other party casually gave him a new nickname, and Er Huayin rose faintly, like fluffy catkins. Anping froze for a moment before realizing that the other party was calling him, "Ah? Where are you going?"

"Back to school, City No. [-] High School."

No matter what kind of city, it can be called "one high", whether it is big or small is the key point.City No. [-] High School is the best school in the old city. The school site is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there are several decent historical sites nearby. The school has been established for nearly a century, and there are quite a few outstanding people.Enrollment is crowded every year and it is difficult to get in. It is probably the first time in the century-old school history that someone like Mu Gesheng repeats a grade and is almost left as a bastard.

The No. [-] High School in the city implemented a day-study system. It was a two-day holiday, and there were very few people in the school.Anping followed behind Mu Gesheng, watching the man put on a loose school uniform jacket over his pajamas, with his hair messed up in a mess, and swaggering into the school gate with an enamel jar in his arms.

"No, why don't the security guards stop you when you dress like this?" Are the school rules and discipline eaten by this person?

Mu Gesheng's face was very pale, with indistinct bruises under his eyes, he looked a little sick, but his words and demeanor didn't have the strength of a sick man.Now Anping's impression of him has completely changed. This person is either a laid-off and re-employment magic stick, or a big fool.

"I have been the uncle of the doorman for six years, and I have almost become half relatives. How can there be so many strangers." Mu Gesheng said boldly, "By the way, my uncle likes to smoke Hongtashan, and I want to give him a few packs when he leaves the school. Absolutely let it go."

The corners of Anping's mouth twitched, "Then where are we going now?"

"Go back to class, it's our class." The old cadre Mu Gesheng waved his hand as if inspecting, "An Ping'er, you lead the way."

"Didn't you go back to class?" Anping was puzzled, what way would this lead?

"Young and young leave home and the boss comes back." Muge said bluntly, "I asked for too much leave, and I can't remember where I was."

Anping: "..."

The teaching building of City No. [-] High School is called the octagonal building, which has a very special style. Each classroom has eight corners, which is an irregular octagon.Anping's classroom is on the second floor, with windows facing the street. It was almost dark when they entered the class, and they could see street lights outside the window.

Anping turned on the light and walked to a table, "This is the seat of the class representative."

The table is next to the window, and it looks like the seat of a good student. It is full of textbooks and exercises. Mu Gesheng pulled the chair and rummaged through it, asserting: "Something is missing."

Anping hurriedly asked, "What?"

"Isn't she the class representative? Why doesn't she even have the five-three answer?" Mu Gesheng rummaged in the drawer, "I know the answers are all collected, but why are the teachers so picky now? The class representative doesn't give Keep a copy?"

Anping couldn't count how many times this was the first time he was speechless: "...No, I beg you, brother, don't digress, okay? I will borrow you to copy my homework after I finish it."

"That's good." Mu Gesheng responded happily, picked up the enamel jar and started eating noodles, "Let's start working, An Ping'er, go and adjust the watch."

He pointed to the clock above the blackboard, "Do you remember the time when the class representative had an accident? Set the watch to that time."

Anping looked at the instant noodles in Mugesheng's tea mug, and understood, "Do you want to reproduce the situation at that time?"

"That's right, between classes, seats by the window, and eating noodles." Mu Gesheng sucked on the instant noodles, "Young master, I'm not sure, if I slow down, I'll finish eating."

Anping turned around to adjust the watch, and the voice of Muge raw noodles echoed throughout the classroom, "I didn't say, you eat slowly, so that you can react if something happens..." He was tall, stretched out his hand I took the clock down and set it to 06:30 in the afternoon.

When he returned the clock to its original position, he turned around and was instantly dumbfounded.

The seat where Mu Gesheng was originally sitting was empty, except for an enamel jar.

However, the sound of noodle eating still reverberated in the classroom.

Anping received nine years of compulsory education since he was a child. He was born in New China and grew up under the red flag. He had never seen any strange powers and disordered spirits. He was so frightened that his scalp exploded. Crazy about Marxist materialism, the sound is like a bell, and the principles and methodologies are read out with the momentum of exorcising evil spirits.

The important and difficult points of the textbook probably have the same curative effect on every high school student. It not only makes people feel miserable, but also cures all diseases, so that the living can die and the dead can live.Anping probably belonged to the latter at this time, a bunch of test points were read in a hurry, and the impact made people sober. He suppressed the urge to run and forced himself to calm down.

A big living person just disappeared from sight, at least we have to figure out what happened.

The sound of eating noodles still echoed in the classroom. Anping regained his composure and found that the sound did not come out of thin air, but came from the radio speaker—the sound was repetitive and mechanical, without any pause.

How big is this?Are you afraid of choking after eating for so long without stopping?

Anping listened for a while, his skin was covered in goosebumps, but he didn't hear anything.He thought about everything that had happened before, and made a decision—to repeat what Mu Gesheng had done.

He adjusted the clock to 06:30 again, walked to the class representative's seat, sat down, picked up the enamel jar, and took a mouthful of noodles.

The snorting sound on the radio suddenly disappeared.

Anping raised his head and found that the classroom was full of people.

Shocking is familiar once and twice, Anping calmed down a lot this time—not at all, he first yelled like a cat stepping on its tail, then quickly covered his mouth, shaking into a convulsive sieve.

He has no idea where the people in this entire classroom come from, as if they were created out of thin air in an instant, no matter how you look at it, it seems that the visitors are not good.Anping looked around, everyone was wearing school uniforms, their backs were stiff, and the most strange thing was that he couldn't see anyone's face.

Judging from his experience of passing cheat sheets in class, no matter which seat he sits in the classroom, there are always some people who can directly see their faces, and it is impossible to catch all of them blind.However, at this time, the people around him either covered their faces with school uniform collars, or had long hair half covered.Anping looked more and more horrified. Could this be a room full of dead people?

He couldn't take it anymore, he stood up abruptly, the table under him made a "cha la", the figure in the front row moved and turned around stiffly.

That's a paper man!

The other party's neck was twisted 180 degrees directly, with a blank paper face, the facial features were drawn with something unknown, and the lips were horribly red.The most frightening thing is that the whole body of this thing looks like a fake, except for its long hair, which looks extremely realistic, as if someone's scalp has been pasted on the white paper—the paper figurine is looking at Anping with a smile on its face. He grinned and made a "cluck" sound like fingernails scraping the door.

If you want to die, this paper man smiles, and the "people" in the whole classroom turn their heads. They are all white paper faces, except for their expressions. They are happy, angry, sad, happy, greedy, angry, infatuated, miserable, lively, funny, and absurd. What little sanity was left was blown into paste.

The case is solved, this is not a room full of dead people, but a room full of paper dolls!

Anping even forgot to scream, opened the window beside him, and jumped out without thinking.

Since ancient times, there are many heroes on the second floor, and they jump off the building at every turn.The window is not far from the ground, and there are shrubs under the window. Every time whoever fails in the exam, he has to jump up and hug him.Anping was familiar with this matter, and wanted to jump out of the building, but just opened the window when he was covered by hysterical bird calls, vomited hoarsely and mocked like a child crying at night, and Anping almost fell backwards.

The side of the classroom is facing the street, and the city's first high-rise building is located in the old city. The street is full of old sycamore trees, which are full of green eyes in summer and bird's nests in winter.From the end of October to the beginning of the next year, there are endless bird calls day and night, and one or two bird calls can be regarded as mild, and thousands of bird calls become howls like the sky is falling. The street seems to have built a roof out of noise.Anping fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment. Before he could stand still, he was hit by white spots falling from the sky all over his body.

Where there are birds, bird droppings are indispensable. Thousands of birds live in groups, that is, bird droppings!

When people are unlucky, their teeth would be stuffed when they drink cold water. Anping was frightened by the white paper man first, then fell on his back downstairs, and was finally hit by bird droppings, which can be called whitehead for a moment.Anping almost collapsed, holding back a stomach full of anger mixed with fear, wishing to yell at the sky, what's the matter!

However, even howling twice is not enough, unless he wants the bird droppings to fall into his mouth.

At the moment when he was in a hurry, a school uniform was buttoned up, "What are you doing in a daze? Are you going to stand here and take a shower instead of looking for a place to hide?"

It is Mu Gesheng.

Before Anping could grab the other party and ask where he was going, he was held by the collar and ran all the way. Finally stopped, Anping lifted the school uniform from his head, "What is this place?"

They were probably hiding in a utility room somewhere in the hallway, surrounded by brooms and trash cans.Mu Gesheng answered irrelevantly: "Did you see those birds on the tree?"

Nonsense, he is not blind.

"Most of the old blocks are planted with sycamore trees. It is common for birds to live in groups in winter, and it is no exception around the city's first high school." Several times, the flock of birds has gradually decreased in the past two years, and most of them have moved to the east of the city."

Anping reacted suddenly, and realized that what Mu Gesheng said was right. The number of birds near the school had indeed gradually decreased in recent years. They didn’t even see a few of them when they entered the school gate. For the past two years, I thought it was normal for birds to make noise—so where did these sudden birds come from?

Mu Gesheng glanced at him and said, "You have guessed."

Anping calmed down, and said in disbelief, "Could it be that we are in Shiyi High School a few years ago?"

"That's right." Mu Gesheng nodded, "We are in the No. [-] High School now, but not the No. [-] High School we stayed in just now. There was such a large flock of birds near the school, at least two years ago."

"How is this possible?" Anping tried to maintain his shaky three views, "Could it be that time and space are misaligned?"

"It's okay to read some comic books—you should know some old campus ghost stories, right? For example, which dormitory has died, which toilet has been haunted, etc. Such rumors are very common in schools."

Mu Gesheng didn't seem to panic at all, and talked freely: "Some of them are indeed right. For example, some schools will buy land for cemeteries. On the one hand, it is because the price is cheap, and on the other hand, young people are positive Heavy, can suppress Yin evil."

"Don't tell me we're in the cemetery now..."

"It's almost the same meaning." Mu Gesheng looked at Anping's blue and white face and shrugged, "The old city has a history of more than a hundred years, and there are many ancient buildings near the city's first high school. This generation was densely populated during the Republic of China. Similarly, the war The most people die when they die. Some grievances are difficult to dissipate within decades, this is not a cemetery, but the evil spirit is not lighter than a cemetery."

Anping was so frightened that he almost rolled his eyes, and said angrily, "So?"

"Although the yin energy is strong, the human energy is also strong. The two clash, and it is easy to tear the gap between the yin and yang—we are probably crashing into this kind of half-yin and not-yang place now."

"This kind of rift is also called 'Santujian'. It is located between the heaven and the earth and the earth and the underground. It is regarded as a three-way thing that gods hate and ghosts. There are some half-dead things that are neither human nor ghost."

"It's very common among the three routes. It floats everywhere in the yin-yang gap, but it's basically difficult for ordinary people to get in." Mu Gesheng tutted: "Have you seen those paper figurines with crooked noses and squinting eyes?"

Anping suddenly hung up again: "I see, what is that?"

"That thing is called a nightmare puppet, a kind of nightmare. It stands to reason that there would be no such thing in Santu. It should be brought in by the class representative." Mu Gesheng pushed the door of the utility room a crack, "The class representative thought There must be some knot in my heart, which is very heavy and has not been solved for a long time, which led to Santu."

"Heart knot is like a prison, imprisoning oneself and others, you said that she has not woken up, it seems that her soul is lost here, and she has to be found and brought back.