When Ziya ran into the classroom, she happened to see Sun Meng extorting a confession. She pursed her lips and smiled secretly. She swung her unique silky ponytail and walked over to join in the fun. The male classmates in her class were discussing with gusto, the strange incident that happened this morning. See someone. Passing by his desk, he was originally lying on the desk laughing and joking, but he hurriedly stepped back and sat in a proper position, deliberately pretending to be a gentleman, and gave a speech to Ziya, the liberal arts representative who passed by. look

Ziya didn't know what these classmates were thinking. She ignored them and walked straight forward. She didn't even pay attention to the smiles from the classmates among them, and some of them made troubles in order to attract her attention. Ziya just walked away like that, not even bothering to lower her head. The frustrated classmate looked a little confused and snorted, secretly giving her a nickname, Frozen Beauty...

"What are you talking about?" Ziya pretended not to know, stepped forward and put a hand on Sun Meng's shoulder, asking with a smile.

Before Sun Meng could reply, An Jian saw Ziya coming and stood up hurriedly and uneasily, "I...last night, I, I..."

"Don't be nervous, speak slowly, no one is rushing you," Sun Meng said in a joking tone, with a sly smile on her baby face.

"I'm sorry for you. You don't know how they tortured me last night. I...I'm done. You can deal with me however you like." An Jian mustered up the courage to finish the sentence in one breath, but felt that he was finished. The relief from the trouble in my heart, the genuine comfort

"Hahaha, oh you are so funny, we have to thank you for saving my life?" Sun Meng laughed heartily, revealing his big teeth at the door, and seemed to understand and hurriedly reached out to cover it.

"Okay, class is here. The ladylike image you have pretended to be for so long has ruined yourself." Ziya glanced at the classmates who looked surprised because they heard Sun Meng laughing, shook her head speechlessly and walked towards her seat.

Zhiqing came in and hurriedly walked to his seat to sit down. An Jian, who had just relieved his psychological pressure, saw the squad leader coming in. His weak and sensitive nerves immediately tightened and he glanced hastily. He lowered his head with a guilty conscience, not daring to look Zhiqing in the eyes.

Zhiqing didn't pay attention to An Jian's state. He just went to the teacher's office and told the teacher everything he saw. The reason why he hurriedly entered the classroom when class time was up.

"Ziya, you are reviewing on behalf of your classmates," Zhiqing said to Ziya with a solemn expression.

"Where's the teacher?" Ziya asked loudly.

"Don't worry about it, it's because of what happened last night." After Zhiqing finished speaking, he took out his textbook and didn't say much.

The teachers haven't even arrived in the classroom yet, but they are holding an emergency meeting to conduct a blanket search of the Yellow Crane Tower in response to the injuries suffered by students.

The teacher didn't come. This class is liberal arts. Under Zhiqing's arrangement, Ziya will review the new course learned yesterday.

There was a loud sound of books in the classroom, the wind was still outside the classroom, and the objects were not moving. The teachers organized personnel to conduct a search on the Yellow Crane Tower and took immediate action.

The search team formed by the teacher drove into the grapefruit forest in a mighty manner and walked towards the Yellow Crane Tower. The rusty door lock was opened. A thick layer of dirt floated down from the door frame under the slight vibration of the door lock. It was dark inside. There was no light, and a pungent smell rushed into the mouths of the teachers unscrupulously. They said that they did not believe in evil, but they were the only ones who knew the uneasiness in their hearts. They covered their mouths one by one and moved on.

The spider web is like the silk hole in the movie of Sun Wukong. Every place on the floor is covered with a layer of pale white mesh. It feels sticky when you reach out and touch it. The teachers who enter the floor always maintain a dignified and upright attitude.

Their expressions seemed to be unafraid of the strange scene at this time. In fact, they all knew that they were also mortal bodies. How could they resist the boundless fear that suddenly arose in their hearts?

The dark floor has dense spider webs everywhere, and dust is everywhere as far as the eye can see. Those vermilion wooden pillars have several times more termite holes than the wooden pillars outside. When you enter the floor, you will feel the crumbling illusion on everyone's expression.

Su Mu didn't say a word, but followed the dean of academic affairs with mechanical movements. He took the lead and walked forward holding a large flashlight.

"Ordinarily, these are also ancient buildings, and some protective measures should be taken." The dean of academic affairs looked at these vermilion pillars and lamented that the empty floors immediately echoed with his monotonous and rich voice.

"Haha, this building seems to be decades old!" Another teacher said in conversation and looked around suspiciously, but his eyes could not penetrate everything he wanted to see.

"Is there nothing? The students are astounded when they have nothing to do. It's nothing but dust..." A female teacher teased, pretending to be relaxed. Just as they were talking, watching, and walking deeper into the floor, someone came from the second floor.

There was a noise coming from the building, and there seemed to be a sound that sounded like a baby's cry

"What's the sound?" the female teacher asked in a slightly trembling voice.

"I didn't hear it, did you hear it?" the academic dean pushed the frame of the mirror, shook his flashlight and asked the colleagues next to him.

"I heard it. It seems to be coming from upstairs. How about we go upstairs and have a look." Another male teacher is an atheist and scorns ghosts and gods.

"It's too dark. I'm scared. I'll wait for you outside the door. Just go up." The female teacher looked embarrassed. Bai Jing's face turned slightly red and she said embarrassedly.

"Okay! Then you can rest outside for a while." The dean said and took the lead to step onto the wooden stairs. When they stepped onto the wooden stairs, a sound of "creak-dong, creak-dong" could be heard replaying in the empty floor space.

It's really scary to hear this sound, but out of obligation to think about the students, they can't care so much.

The female teacher was waiting outside, her heart also concerned about the people on the floor. She walked back and forth anxiously, but her eyes kept staring at the two vermilion doors that seemed to be at rest.

In other words, in normal times, when teachers hear other people talking about ghosts, they can treat it as hearsay rumors. But now that they are in the atmosphere of such rumors, they have a different feeling in their hearts, and they are constantly making assumptions and imaginations in their minds.

Possible situations

Every sound of the wooden stairs made everyone's hair stand on end. After finally walking up the strangely noisy stairs and entering the second floor, the teachers, although they had flashlights in their hands, were still cautious and tentative step by step.

Moving forward, they were afraid that some terrifying scene would appear, or something would suddenly jump out. Their hands holding the flashlight trembled slightly, with their hearts hanging in their hands, and their ears listened to the strange sound of the soles of their feet stepping on the wooden board.
Chapter completed!