But where should we go now? Ling Fan originally wanted to go to Xingcheng Hospital to see Zheng Xiulan, but when he passed by the lecture theater and saw the light of fluorescent lights coming from inside, he gave up the idea of ​​going to Xingcheng Hospital.

So Yimao came to the same cursed lecture hall again. The situation was a little different from the daytime. At this time, the lecture hall was filled with faint purple fluorescent lights, and there were scattered dozens of people in the classroom.

Two girls were immersed in studying. In order not to disturb their studies, Ling Fan sat in an inconspicuous corner in the front row and thought about recent events. Although he also experienced many cases that seemed to be ghost revenge, but in the end

It was human disgust that was at work, but this case seemed to be very confusing, and the time involved even spanned twenty years ago, an era when he was not even born. The span of many years made him feel a little overwhelmed.

Perhaps it was because the recent investigations were too overwhelming and tiring, Ling Fan felt that his brain was dizzy, as if it was filled with lead-stained cotton, and his eyelids also fought from time to time. It was probably due to Ling Fan's eyelids being intimate.

So he went on strike with him. In the end, he couldn't resist the two eyes and fell asleep on the table. In his sleep, he felt as if he was dreaming about Tian Yu, and dreamed that Tian Yu was pulling his ears to wake him up.

He dreamed that Tian Yu would be worried about him and throw himself into his arms to cry... In short, he dreamed about Tian Yu a lot, and every face was so clear.

A cold feeling suddenly appeared on his neck. What was going on? Why was his neck so cold?!

Ling Fan opened his eyes, which were still a little groggy, and stretched out his hand to touch his neck. He felt that what fell on his hand was a wet rope-like thing. Ling Fan squinted and took the clue to his neck.

Look carefully in front of you: red! As bright red as blood! There are drops of blood dripping on it!

Ling Fan was so excited that he hurriedly threw away the rope in his hand!

But the blood-red rope that had just been thrown away slowly rose again, and a bright red hand held it tightly and lifted it up.

Panic and unspeakable fear surged in Ling Fan's heart. He wanted to retreat, but found that he was sitting on a chair in the lecture theater and could not move at all. He could only watch the hand holding the red cord covered with blood.

Lifted it up.

A pile of messy black hair staggered out from behind the table, and then there was a face as pale as a layer of white ash, with two eyes like dead fish staring at Ling Fan.

The two lips no longer had a trace of bright red but were as black as ink. She kept trembling her lips as if she wanted to say something to Ling Fan, but no words came out at all!

Ling Fan was almost scared out of his mind at this moment. How could he dare to listen carefully to what this thing said? He turned over and jumped over the chair and onto the aisle. Now he wanted to escape from this lecture theater, but when he

When he was about to run, his body trembled again and his eyes stared upward without blinking.

A creaking sound came from above the lecture hall, and two female corpses were seen hanging above the fans of the lecture hall. As the fans swayed, the female corpses kept spinning, with their long black hair hanging on their chests.

The red clue was firmly wrapped around their necks. The two corpses were seen shaking their hands and grabbing Ling Fan. However, since their bodies were hanging in the air, their hands were just trying desperately to catch Ling Fan.

Fan, but it was just shaking their withered bodies.

There was a loud bang, and the door to the lecture theater was suddenly closed. A white figure flashed from behind the door the moment it was closed.

Female ghost in white?!

Such a word came to Ling Fan's mind. He looked towards the place where he threw away the red rope, and saw that there was no ghost there anymore. Could it be that what he saw just now was the ghost in white?! Although

He was scared, but he still didn't want to miss such a good opportunity to find out the truth of the matter. He would die! With such determination, Ling Fan opened the door of the lecture theater with all his strength, and saw that the outside of the lecture theater was already dark.

, not even a bit of starlight or moonlight could be seen, only a few piles of green and faint phosphorus fires in the distance, which are usually called phosphorus fires, were jumping.

Giggling, giggling... Weird laughter sounded, and Ling Fan's body couldn't help but trembled with fright from the cold and weird laughter. He looked for the laughter and saw a white figure flashing away, running towards the front.

Ling Fan couldn't help but wonder, how could he see the white shadow so clearly in the darkness without light? Although he was a little confused, he still chased after it.

The white shadow walked and stopped, as if he was afraid that Ling Fan could not find him. Ling Fan also hurriedly and slowly caught up. The speed of the ghost shadow was really too fast. He had this kind of super power even if he turned into a ghost.

Ah, he even thought to himself that he still had the intention to joke with himself. When he looked up, the ghost in white suddenly disappeared and disappeared into the darkness.

Ling Fan stopped and looked for the ghost in white, but there was nothing in the darkness around him. Not even a ghost could be seen. Just when Ling Fan was about to turn around and go back, a sign appeared in front of him.

The sign suddenly flashed, which frightened Ling Fan. He thought to himself about Namo Amitabha before he dared to look at the sign that suddenly flashed. He saw three red fonts saying 'Vocal Music Room' on it.

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At this time, Ling Fan remembered that although he had mentioned the vocal music room dozens of times, he had only been here once, so he moved towards the door of the vocal music room, only to find that the door of the vocal music room was not locked at all, but only lightly.

With a gentle push, the door of the room fell to the ground with a clang, and dust and smoke suddenly flew everywhere. Ling Fan hurriedly turned his head outside and gasped for breath.

After the smoke and dust dissipated, Ling Fan dared to walk into the cursed vocal room again. The vocal room was dark and invisible, so he touched his hand to the door. According to common sense, the light switch should be here. Sure enough,

He actually touched a ball-shaped switch that protruded outward, so he pressed it and heard a click, and the dark vocal room was suddenly occupied by bright light.

Then the scene that appeared in front of him shocked Ling Fan, because the vocal music room at this time did not look like a vocal music room at all. There was a thick layer of ashes on the ground, and there were scorched black, burnt tables and chairs everywhere.

The half-broken piano, the black and white keys were now burnt to yellow, the snow-white wall had been stained black by smoke, and there were several blood-red handprints on the white wall.

What on earth is going on? Is there a fire in the vocal room? Ling Fan secretly paced back and forth in the vocal room, but he still found something different. Although the layout of this vocal room was different from the one he came to last time.

The vocal room is the same, but there is no back door. It does not mean that the vocal room is a separate room. There is only one front door. This makes Ling Fan even more puzzled. What about the back door? Did the school remove the back door?

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Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, Ling Fan saw a girl in white lying on the white wall, imprinting her slender palm on the blood-red bloody handprint, and her long hair was spread on the girl's face.

Behind his head, Ling Fan called softly, but the girl seemed not to hear it at all. She just kept gesturing with her hands on the wall and murmured: "I want revenge! I want to take my revenge."

The fingerprints were imprinted on the wall forever! Suddenly the girl took out a utility knife and cut off her left hand at the wrist with a bang. Then there was an extremely sad laugh, and she saw that she was holding the knife in her right hand.

His left hand, which had been stained red by blood, was printed on the snow-white wall one palm after another.

Ling Fan was stunned by the girl's sudden move. When he looked at the girl carefully, he saw that the girl had disappeared. There were several bloody handprints on the wall, and bright red blood dripped down.

Extremely terrifying.

What the hell is going on?! Ling Fan was so horrified that he took a step back. Just as he was about to turn around and leave the vocal room, a melodious sound of the piano sounded, and then he saw a girl wearing white clothes and a bow with her back turned to

He sat in front of the piano and played beautiful music happily. The beautiful piano sound made Ling Fan feel intoxicated.

Suddenly, red flames burst into flames, burning the girl in white and the piano together. However, Bai Yi was still playing music as if she didn't realize it, and the melodious music was still coming from the piano.

Ling Fan was shocked. He wanted to look for water to put out the flames, but he couldn't find the water source after searching for a long time. So he rushed forward and took the girl's hand and pulled her away from the piano, but he found something strange where he landed.

, when he stopped and looked at his men, he saw that he only had a section of a girl's arm in his hand, and it was a burnt black arm, with the white bones clearly visible. Ling Fan screamed and threw the arm away.

He dropped it and was about to run towards the door, but saw that the door was completely closed at this time. No matter how hard he pulled the door, it didn't move.

A crackling sound sounded behind Ling Fan. He swallowed secretly, tried to calm down and looked back. He saw the girl sitting on the piano standing up unsteadily, and her body seemed to be falling apart.

Normally, she slowly turned her head towards Ling Fan. At this glance, Ling Fan almost fainted. What kind of beautiful face was this? It was simply a burnt black skull with long black hair on the skull.

Floating.

The Skull Girl slowly stood up from the piano chair. At this time, Ling Fan realized that her body had been completely burnt to black, with no trace of flesh at all. She walked towards the broken arm on the ground and bent down to pick it up.
Chapter completed!