"Five years ago, there was a child who was bullied in the class. It seemed that the child had some mental problem, and other people bullied him and excluded him. There was one child who was bullied the most. He usually took the lead, and it continued like this.
For a long time, that child has been bullied. Parents and teachers also treated it as a child playing pranks and didn't care.
"Finally one day, the leading child blocked the child with some mental problems in the toilet. There were only two of them in the toilet at that time, and the noise was quite loud. Some people couldn't stand it anymore and went to their class teacher. The class teacher pushed him away
Behind the door, I saw that the child with some mental problems was the only one left. Just as the head teacher was about to ask the other one, someone started shouting from downstairs. They lay down next to the window and took a look. The leading child fell from upstairs.
He went down and fell on his head to death.
"Except for the child's parents who thought it was an accident, everyone else felt that the child must have been bullied for too long and exploded, pushing the leader downstairs, but they don't know how the family settled the matter.
, although everyone thought so, no one came forward to prove it, saying that one must have killed the other, and the police did not find any evidence. The child was still young, so the matter was left undisturbed. After the child dropped out of school, the family moved.
Home and school also began to ban students from discussing this matter, and it didn’t take long for no one to mention it.”
"Then why is the school closed?"
It was difficult for her to find a sense of involvement in this story. She listened with interest as a bystander, her dark eyes flashing in the night, "Did anything else happen later?"
The man paused for a moment, curled up his neck and lowered his head slightly, looked around carefully, and got closer, "This incident itself has no impact on the school, but since the child died, strange things have begun to happen in the school...
…”
"Something strange?" She looked at the mysterious man in confusion, feeling that these words were both unexpected and reasonable.
The man nodded seriously, "The school has become haunted, especially the toilet. They all say that the ghost of the child has come back to seek revenge and cause trouble..."
Toilet? She turned her head and looked in the direction of the toilet on the second floor where she had just stayed, and pointed there.
"Is it the toilet on the second floor?"
The man frowned and recalled for two seconds, "It seems to be the toilet on the west side of the second floor. It turns out to be the women's toilet. Did you just go in?"
She nodded, "To the west is..."
"It's on the left. It seems to be the women's restroom on the left. I remember they said it was that one."
She thought about the location in her memory and determined that the toilet the man mentioned was the one with the camera, "I went there just now and saw a camera placed in the toilet cubicle. Did you put it there?"
"
"Camera?" The man's eyes gradually changed from confusion to fear, and he looked uneasily at the dark surroundings, and finally settled on her, "You... you are really a human being..."
She was still wondering about the man's reaction and said helplessly "Ouch", stretched out her hand to pinch her face, and gently poked the back of the man's cold hand with her other hand, "I can touch you, and I'm hot, so
He must be a normal person."
The man looked comforted.
"I didn't put the camera, and I don't know who put it," the man retracted his gaze and looked at her fearfully, "but if someone put the camera, it means that 'he' may appear again."
She opened her eyes wide and looked over, "Who, who showed up? Is it the dead child?"
The man nodded, "The haunting rumor circulating in this school is that every once in a while, someone will see the dead child climbing up from where he fell. The school didn't believe it at first, until more and more people came to see it.
More and more people saw it, and slowly, there were fewer and fewer students.”
"Then..." Xiaolan frowned and said to herself in confusion, "Is the camera used to film the child climbing up?"
What came to her mind was the image of a bloody little boy clinging to the edge of the window and struggling to climb up. She thought it was very weird and unrealistic.
The wind outside the window has become lighter, the rain has become louder, the air is filled with earthy smell and water vapor, and the surroundings are still dark. I don't know what time it is now, let alone how long this darkness will last.
But such an environment did not bring fear to her. The man was about to cry because of the "resurrected child", but Xiaolan felt that the whole story was full of discordant weirdness.
There must be something wrong with this story.
"This happened in the women's bathroom, so are both girls?" she said in an insinuating way.
The man shook his head, "I don't know about that. I don't know which version this story is in. I haven't heard the original story."
She retracted her head, frowned and looked in the direction of the toilet where the accident occurred.
The murderer's child, the murdered child, the escaped child, the resurrected child.
Among these two people, will there be a former self?
"I don't know what the names of the two children are," she tried, turning her eyes to look at the man's expression. "If it were true, I think there would be some clues anyway, but now we don't even know the gender of the children.
I know, it might just be a weird rumor passed down by word of mouth."
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in the man's eyes, covering up his fear, "Isn't there a camera upstairs? If nothing happens, what are the cameras for? Basically everyone in the town knows about this. What I said may be different from the real situation.
You are in and out, but something strange did happen. You are a little girl, and you came here asking questions in the middle of the night. I will not delve into your purpose. At least you have to respect the tragedy in this land."
strangeness!
The man's tone became more and more agitated. He just reasonably questioned why the man who claimed to be from a foreign country was so unhappy.
All was quiet.
The two of them were thinking independently.
The sky was brighter than before, and it was still far away from the sunrise. However, the wind and rain had stopped, and wisps of moonlight could be seen in the clouds. The man realized that he had lost his composure, shut up and turned his head to stop looking at her. Xiaolan
Through the moonlight, I found that although the man's clothes were sloppy, his appearance and eyes revealed a gentle and gentle temperament.
He didn't look like a tramp. She looked away and saw her dirty pants and the holes in her sleeves. In comparison, she looked more like a beggar.
"How did you, uh..." She didn't know how to describe it, so she gestured with her hands and said, "How did you end up like this? Right now, this...this very desolate look..."
The man gradually calmed down, followed her words, looked down at his sloppy appearance, and sighed softly.
"I'm a foreigner, a foreigner...that's what happens."
Xiaolan was a little confused.
Is this the rule of this world or the rule here? If she doesn’t remember the world or what it should be like here, will foreigners become destitute? So, is she also a foreigner?
"Why?" she asked directly, "Why do foreigners become like this?"
He turned around and looked at her doubtfully, as if she was asking a stupid question.
"This is how it is here," he said with great certainty, "this is the rule of Yangjiang."
Yangjiang, this is Yangjiang, she silently remembered it.
"Who made the rules?"
"Who makes the rules?" His expression became even more baffling, "Everyone does it, doesn't it become a rule?"
She tilted her head with a confused expression, feeling that it was really difficult to understand, and she deeply understood the difficulty of communication between the two.
It seemed like she wouldn't learn anything more if she kept asking, and it would make her look stupid. She was too embarrassed to open her mouth and continue asking.
The wind and rain outside the window had basically stopped. It was a deep night and the surroundings were so quiet that she could hear his breathing clearly.
At this time, the truth was still vague to her. After trying hard, she learned about many broken stories of the past. The false and true descriptions not only failed to form a complete link, but deepened her confusion. She should go
Where and what to do, she still had no idea.
There was silence between the two of them, and there was a touch of embarrassment in the air.
"What's your name?" the man asked, breaking the deadlock and standing up from the ground. "I'm going to find out if there is any news about your parents. If you are from the town, someone will know about your parents."
"Uh... my name is Liao... Liao Xiaolan," she quickly stood up and announced the name she had just learned, "Then what should I call you?"
The man picked up the coat on the ground and patted the dust on it, "Just call me Uncle Song. At your age, I'm too embarrassed to ask you to call me brother. Xiaolan, I should leave when the rain stops, and so should you.
Don't wait here all the time, no one comes here usually, go home quickly."
When she heard the man was about to leave, she immediately stood up straight and looked at him helplessly. The man had already put his half-dry coat back on him. Seeing her panic, he reached out and rubbed Xiaolan's messy hair, grinning.
Corner, step towards the door.
"Uncle Song!" Xiaolan ran up behind the man before he stepped out of the door, "Can I follow you for a while?"
The man turned around with a grimace, "I don't even have a place to live, why are you following me? Go back to your own home. There are many things... you will understand slowly, and I can't explain them clearly. If it doesn't work, go to the Public Security Bureau.
Well, it’s really inconvenient to follow me..."
Xiaolan stood there, and before she could say a word, she saw the man running out of the communication room as if he was fleeing. A few seconds later, he heard the sound of him leaving the way he came. This chapter has been completed!