Little Mr. is one hundred years old

so cold...

Although it was winter, the sudden drop in room temperature when he entered the laboratory building still made him shiver.

The ball... the ball... In fact, Zhang Qiang didn't even say what it was... Maybe the ball was just a cover...

Forget it, they came in anyway, as long as they go in and then go out, even if the agreement is fulfilled, they can't do anything to themselves.

Qing Huan didn't intend to go inside, he stood at the stairs closest to the door, and planned to stand for about ten minutes before going out...

1 minute... 2 minutes... 3 minutes... Qing Huan looked down at his mobile phone, and when it was about 10 minutes, something suddenly rolled in front of him - it turned out to be a basketball.

This basketball...could it be the ball that Zhang Qiang and the others were talking about?They didn't fool themselves... Qing Huan felt incredible, and bent down to pick up the basketball. When his hand touched the basketball, he felt an unusual and strange touch under his hand. He took a closer look——

Where is a ball, it is clearly a human head!The hair on that chubby man's head was still there, and what he touched just now was the face of that man's head. The man's head was bloody and bloody, as if it had experienced an explosion, and those empty pupils were staring at Qing Huan!It opened its mouth suddenly, and Qing Huan quickly withdrew her hand. Because of the excessive movement, the phone in the other hand slipped and fell to the ground!

It was too late for Qing Huan to fake the mobile phone. Seeing the head bounce off the ground, he quickly turned around and ran towards Wang's gate. After only a few steps, he reached out to pull the door—but the door was opened from the ground. It was locked outside, no matter how hard he pulled it, he couldn't open it!

Finished!

Qing Huan turned her head and saw that person's head bumped towards him quickly. She wanted to escape but had nowhere to escape. Qing Huan's body was hit hard, and his head hit the iron door forcefully. The bursting pain Qing Huan's eyes went dark, and she collapsed to the ground...

Qing Huan didn't know how long it had been. When he woke up, he felt that his body was shaking and his legs and feet were weak. The scene he saw when he opened his eyes made him almost fall forward, but he managed to stabilize himself in time—it turned out that he was standing on the ground. On the guardrail on the top of the building, if you are not careful, you may fall down——

"Come on, let's go together...just take a step forward..."

The two voices, one male and one female, overlapped together, like a magic voice, which was very alluring.

It was only then that Qing Huan realized that there was a boy and a girl standing on the left and right of her, wearing their school uniforms. The two students were pale, staring at her with wide eyes, and their voices seemed to be able to penetrate My nerves reached my brain, luring me...

Seeing them reaching out to her, as if they were about to support her, Qing Huan jumped off the guardrail and ran towards the stairs——

No, you must leave here!It's so wicked here...

When King Qing Huan was running downstairs, he glanced back inadvertently, and found that the two ghosts seemed to be floating slowly, but they were actually getting closer and closer to him!

When turning a staircase, Qing Huan was suddenly grabbed by an arm. It was a boy, and he was in a hurry: "Quick, come with me!"

Although he couldn't see who the other party was, at this moment, Qing Huan could only follow him - the boy seemed to be familiar with this place, and quickly led Qing Huan to get rid of the pursuit of the two ghosts.

When the two stopped, Qing Huan panted and said to the boy, "Thank you, thank you..."

"you are welcome……"

"Then... can you let go of my hand?" Qing Huan discovered something... After they ran so far, this boy's breathing didn't change at all... Moreover, his hand... really so cold...

"Now it's just me and you, they won't hinder me..." The boy smiled at Qinghuan: "Then we...can we play games?"

"Playing games..." Qing Huan took a step back, and pressed his back against the wall. He touched a strange protrusion. With a "click", it turned out to be a light button, and the corridor lights suddenly turned on. And the appearance of the boy standing in front of Qing Huan became clear - he was also wearing a school uniform, with a tall figure, he looked like an ordinary student - if it wasn't for the parts of his face that were exposed due to the loss of flesh The hole's words——Qing Huan swallowed her saliva: "What game are you playing?"

"How about playing...a big adventure?" He smiled happily at Qing, showing his teeth.

"Big adventure...it's boring for the two of us..." Qing Huan suggested, "Why don't we play hide-and-seek?"

"Hide and seek?" He tilted his head, and another piece of rotten flesh fell off his face.

"Yes, hide and seek." Qing Huan said, "In the first game, you come and hide, and I'll find you, okay?"

"Hide and seek...OK." The boy clapped his hands: "But in the first round, you are the one to hide, and I will come to you."

"Then..." Qing Huan's smile was a bit forced: "It's okay."

With his back to Qing Huan, the boy leaned against the wall on the other side: "I'll count to fifty, you hide, and I'll come find you."

"……it is good."

"1, 2, 3, 4..."

Of course Qing Huan ran away, but no matter where he ran, the boy's voice of counting the number was always in his ears, like a spell that could not go away——

"41, 42, 43..."

It was almost time, and Qing Huan couldn't even reach the first floor—forget it, hide first, don't be found...

Qing Huan quickly entered a small room when the count reached 47, and then locked the door upside down—although this should be useless, but for the sake of safety...

I don't know if it's a psychological effect. After he entered this room, it seemed that he couldn't hear the counting sound—has the report been finished?But the voice that has been hovering in my ears has not yet reached the end...

The light in this small room is not very good, but Qing Huan can still see something from the light coming in from the window in the corridor—this seems to be... a toilet?

Wait... what is that?Qing Huan couldn't see clearly, it seemed that there was something hanging from the ceiling in front of her, and that shape seemed to be...

one person! !

Qing Huan suddenly remembered—the few she met...only one was missing...and now she is in...the toilet.

The female student who hanged herself in the toilet.

Qing Huan turned around and wanted to open the door to go out. At the same time, he heard movement outside, as if someone was trying to open the door, and then knocked on the door——

no?There are also outside? ...

This is really a wolf before a tiger...

The rhythm that drives people to death...

"Hee hee." The girl's laughter sounded nothing cute at this moment.

A cold feeling came from behind, Qing Huan didn't dare to turn her head.

Suddenly, something wrapped around his neck, getting tighter and tighter. Qing Huan pulled the thing with her hand, it felt like hair...

The hair wrapped around his neck, and then hung him up—Qing Huan's feet left the ground, his body struggled instinctively, and his hands tried to pull the thing around his neck, but the thing seemed to be alive ...

"whee……"

He saw the front of the schoolgirl's ghost - her hair wrapped around his neck, and her face slowly approaching him...

will really die...

Help me... who... who... help me... who...

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"Pong—" The glass filled with water fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.

The gentle man in a blue sweater and a white apron pressed his forehead and sat on the chair with a frown.

"Mr. Gu, what's the matter with you?" Xiao Lian who was helping to arrange desserts ran over and asked.

Gu Yuehua raised her head: "Xiao Lian, I seem to have heard...your master's voice."

"Master's voice?"

"Hmm." Gu Yuehua still frowned, "He's calling me..." Asking me to save him...

Little Lianwang looked around, then shook his head: "Impossible, the master is not here now, Mr. Gu, how did you hear my master's voice?"

Gu Yuehua rubbed her eyebrows: "Really... You bring my mobile phone, I'll call your master."

"it is good."