When I was in my third year of high school, naps had been moved from the dormitory to the classroom. For most students, the so-called nap was just a self-study class after lunch, but there were also some who slept, so the classroom looked messy.

, there are different types of people lying down and sitting, and of course there are also people who don’t take a nap or study, like me, like Uncle Feng.

Uncle Feng is a friend in the same class as me. He is the same age as me. Although his appearance is quite handsome, he has a lot of middle-aged masculinity for no reason. Moreover, we have played a psychological test before. Uncle Feng.

The test shows that he is over forty years old, so he is Uncle Feng. He is also a bit crazy on weekdays, so the name of "Crazy Uncle" belongs to him.

Uncle Feng was very energetic for some reason that day. He ran to me and asked me in a low voice: "Maomu, can you sleep?"

"Nonsense, I never sleep." I didn't even look at him, but I answered him in a low voice. After all, everyone else was reading and sleeping.

"Come and have an adventure with me, I can't sleep either."

"Adventure?" I suddenly raised my voice a little louder: "What kind of adventure? You want to 'climb over the wall'." Climbing over the wall means leaving the school. Because our school is under closed management, so if you want to go out of the school, you have to go through the door next to the garage.

The iron railings were flipped out.

"No, it's in the school, the administration building." The so-called administration building is where the teachers, principals and other school leaders of our school work. It's just a short walk from our teaching building.

I went to the administration building every day and didn't find anything special. I suspected that he just wanted to find a place to smoke, so he refused to go.

"You will regret it if you don't go. People have died in that house." Uncle Feng said these words in a gloomy and gloomy way, which made my skin crawl. However, this kind of scary-sounding place really suits my taste, so

I agreed, and the two of us quietly slipped out of the classroom through the back door like two weasels about to steal a chicken.

The administrative building is not a gloomy place. On the contrary, there is plenty of sunshine. However, what Uncle Feng led me to was a very dark place. It was a corridor, right next to the physics office. Originally, I thought there was a corridor at the end of the corridor.

Fire stairs, now it seems that this corridor is underestimated.

The teachers were probably eating when the students were taking naps. The administration building was very quiet. Uncle Feng and I were walking in the corridor on the second floor. The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the corridor. Uncle Feng told me that he was going to take me to a room, this

It is said that someone was hanged in the house, a Korean. At the end of this corridor is the former dormitory of international students. Uncle Feng's voice echoed throughout the corridor. The gloomy corridor and the sunshine of the administrative building are like two different worlds.

The two of us finally reached the end of the corridor, opened an iron door that looked like a stair door, and entered another corridor.

Originally, I thought that since it was a haunted house where people had died, it would be very spooky and scary. Unexpectedly, the small corridor here was filled with sunlight. There were windows on one side of the corridor and doors on the other side. Three doors were lined up.

The rows are just like the residences of residents in an office building. There is a key card posted on each door with photos and information on it.

Two of the rooms were locked, and only one could be opened. I took a look at the photo on the door. It was a very ordinary Korean named Park Xiuzhen, with a dull expression. To be honest, the one-inch photo looked like a portrait.

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We opened the door. We thought it was just an ordinary dormitory. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a hall. The hall was very big. There was a box in the corner. Next to the box was a pile of papers of unknown nature, and a pair of red shoes next to it.

The high heels were all covered with dust. I went there with Uncle Feng. Uncle Feng said let’s take a look, and I said let’s take a look.

The box was full of photos and postcards, and the strange thing was that only half of them were left. Except for one photo that looked like a class photo, they were all photos of the girl in the photo on the door. She didn't look like the one on the door.

The expression is different in each one, but only half of it is there, and the other half seems to have been cut off by scissors.

Sunlight could be seen on the floor in the living room, which was coming from the bedroom. Uncle Feng and I went into the bedroom and found nothing but a bed and a bedside table. There was a pair of rusty scissors and a lighter in the bedside table.

, there was nothing else, there was actually a mattress on the bed, but it was all dust.

Uncle Feng turned the mattress over to reveal the clean side, then sat on it and smoked a cigarette: "Umu, how do you think this woman died?"

"Why die? I don't know if it's true or not, so I just listen to your nonsense. Don't you say hang yourself? Look, where can you hang yourself in this house?"

After I reminded him, Uncle Feng discovered that there was indeed no place to hang someone in this room. The ceiling lights were round decorative lights that were attached to the wall, so there was no way to hang someone. He took me to the bathroom to look again, and the result was that

The bathroom was filled with all kinds of clutter and it was impossible to get in. I looked in the mirror and noticed that my hair had changed.

My hair slowly grew in front of my eyes, slowly covering my eyes. I felt like a female ghost hanging upside down from the ceiling, slowly falling, directly covering my face. In my heart

Suddenly, I was startled. I was too frightened to move. There was already a patch of black hair in front of me, as if my head was on the back of a long-haired beauty. I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest, and goosebumps appeared on my back.

At this time, Uncle Feng called me from behind: "Maomu, what are you doing?"

I didn't dare to turn my head for fear of scaring him, but I thought he might be able to help me if he saw it, so I slowly turned my head to look at Uncle Feng. I felt that the hair didn't belong to me, but it was following me.

Move, as soon as I turned around, Uncle Feng suddenly called out.

"Oh mom, Uogi, what are you doing? You're trying to scare me, your eyes look like ghosts."

Eyes? Can I still see eyes? I turned my head to face the mirror again, and my long hair suddenly disappeared. But because I was frightened by the long hair that just appeared, my eyes kept looking upward, which looked particularly scary.

I quickly adjusted and pretended that nothing happened. In fact, my heart was still pounding and my legs were a little weak. I calmed down and said, "Uncle Feng, let's go back."

"Wait a minute, let's go to the bedroom and sit for a while. There is a bed and a cigarette. Let's enjoy the warm afternoon before leaving." He spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, stamped it out, and then took me back to the bedroom. He was actually lying on the bed.

Go to bed and get some sleep.

"Didn't you come to explore? The adventure is over, so just go back. Why are you sleeping?" I said to Uncle Feng.

Uncle Feng sat up: "Maomu, you are the one who came and you are the one who left. Why did you...wait a minute, who closed the bedroom door?"

"Bedroom door?" I also found that the bedroom door was closed, but I was sure it wasn't me. But Uncle Feng lay down before me, so it definitely wasn't him. I wanted to say I didn't know, but I was afraid of being scared.

He, so he said it was me who locked him up.

He groaned and was about to lie down when he almost jumped up: "Uomu, did you see anything?"

"What?" He startled me. I was looking at him at this time, and he was looking at the door. Could it be that some ghost came out of the door that he closed by himself? I didn't dare to turn around, but I had to turn around.

, so I moved my head bit by bit, and I was fully mentally prepared to avoid screaming out later.

But all I saw was a closed door.

"What did you see? Don't scare me."

"I...I saw the high-heeled shoes outside the door dancing on their own, just looking at the glass on the door. Look." He seemed frightened. I'm afraid he wasn't pretending, but the glass on the door was actually carved.

Through the glass, you can only vaguely see out, but you can't see any high heels at all.

"Nothing." I said this, I don't know if it was for him or for myself, but anyway, I opened the door as soon as I could, and the pair of high heels were still sitting quietly in the corner.

"Nothing, Uncle Feng, let's go." I said.

Uncle Feng didn't nod or shake his head, but quickly climbed out of the bed: "Let's go!"
Chapter completed!