Chapter 21: Ghost Story Middle School 3

The culprit who caused the zero-dollar shopping incident at the convenience store listened to the entire radio broadcast without changing his expression.

She didn't care about the news on the radio that the store manager wanted to arrest her. If he could really be arrested, he would have done it long ago. There was no need to be so helpless and furious.

But it seems that the school store might be related to that store manager. With so many chain stores, they might be spread all over the Infinite Highway.

But the school store only restocks goods once every 7 days, so this time difference can be taken advantage of.

Qiao Song turned off the radio.

"The item has been repaired and can be used normally."

The old man happily picked up the radio, immediately pulled out a long antenna and started looking for the channel he often listened to.

In fact, he doesn't just listen to this after get off work, he also uses this radio when he has nothing to do at work.

Qiao Song even discovered that the paint on several buttons of the radio had been worn off while he was repairing it.

After a burst of snowy sounds, the radio did not play opera, but several previous news channels.

It was still the same few reports of missing persons that were played over and over again.

"That's great, that's great, old man I can continue to use it."

The bald old man waved his hand at her and said, "Go to the dormitory and tell them that Wang Deming from the Political and Educational Department has given you the key."

Qiao Song didn't do anything else. He left the political and educational building thoughtfully, then picked up his work badge and took a look.

【Wang Deming in the Political and Educational Building】

[There is a strange legend in the political and educational building. The interns on the first floor always run into an administrator named Wang Deming, but the students never run into him. Whenever an intern meets him, he will be asked to help in various places, sometimes to repair the loudspeaker, sometimes to post notices on the bulletin board, but as long as he completes his commission, nothing strange will happen. If he fails to complete it, it doesn't matter, he will just be unlucky for a while.]

This ghost story is very strange, and the offensiveness is a bit too low.

Qiao Song has triggered a total of three ghost stories since entering the school. This is the only one with the protagonist's name and its purpose is not to kill people.

She silently memorized the name Wang Deming.

The staff dormitory building was not far from here. Even without a road sign, she quickly found the place. It was a relatively simple six-story white building.

The iron railing at the door was badly rusted, and it made a harsh squeak when she pushed it open.

This made several other people who were checking in at the lobby turn around and look over.

When one of the male intern teachers saw her, he couldn't help but jump back like a frightened rabbit.

His companions thought he was crazy.

"Why are you so jumpy? How come your brain doesn't work well after you dyed your hair back? I told you that two people share a dormitory, why do you always have to squeeze four people together?"

The fat white companion saw his expression as if he had seen a ghost, and followed his gaze. He couldn't help but take a step back.

“You, you you——”

The question "Why are you here?" made him stutter.

Qiao Song greeted him quite easily, as if he was an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"You dyed your hair black. I almost didn't recognize you."

This was the yellow-haired team that tried to blackmail her at the convenience store but was instead blamed by her.

Huangmao never expected that after he had finally made up his mind to become a desperado, this wrong idea was directly killed by force on the same day.

Because he was robbed and became extremely poor, he could not help but go to the dungeon the next day. There he met the living Buddha who forced him to retire again.

No, it’s Fighting Buddha.

But who could tell me why this newcomer who was still going through the convenience store copy had already entered the second copy.

Doesn’t she need to rest?

"What a coincidence! It seems that everyone chooses to apply for the internship teaching position here. What subjects do you teach?"

A group of Shamatte men who had just dyed their colorful hair black gave the answer tremblingly under her friendly gaze.

Huangmao had studied painting for several years, so he chose to be an art teacher this time. The fat classmate who was said to be more dexterous chose to be a life teacher. The remaining two classmates with taller physiques chose to be physical education teachers like Qiao Song.

After learning that the girl opposite him was interning as a physical education teacher, Huangmao breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could even relax, he was frightened by the question from the person opposite him: "How many strange stories have you encountered since you entered this school?"

Huang Mao's eyes widened. "It's only a few hundred meters from the entrance to here. How many ghost stories can you encounter? Isn't it just the one at the security booth that's a little more difficult to deal with?"

The Ghost Story Middle School is one of the more famous copies on this street. The ghost story rules at several fixed locations are information that can be exchanged with other teams.

Although Qiao Song had already obtained the information from Xiao Ni for free, it would be unreasonable not to take it for free now that the person had come to his doorstep.

He held a small hammer in his hand and waved it towards the opposite side.

"Well, tell me?"

The yellow-haired man closed his eyes with a look of shame, and then quickly reported the rules that he knew needed to be followed in fixed places.

It was basically the same as what Qiao Song knew, with fixed rules for places like the cafeteria, teaching building, and dormitory.

only……

"What was that arguing about, about the room division?"

The yellow-haired man stumbled, his eyes dodging: "I just want everyone to live in one room. It's too dangerous if people are scattered."

The fat guy next to him wanted to say something but stopped himself. As expected, Qiao Song’s hammer was already against his face.

"I'll give you one more chance. Just say it if you have something to say."

The yellow-haired man whimpered, but finally gave in: "It's just that the dormitory rules are a bit strange, and I'm worried about everyone living separately."

I saw a thick stack of ghost story rules forms placed at the door of the dormitory.

【Dormitory Management Regulations (Faculty and Staff Version)】

1. Staff members are requested to complete ward rounds before 10 p.m. every night to prevent students from going out at night.

2. If you encounter strange students or missing students on campus at night, please take them to the back mountain for shelter.

3. Please stay away from the security room and garbage disposal center at night. If you hear a dog barking, please do not look back or run away quickly. Leave on foot.

4. It is normal to see people sleepwalking in the corridors of dormitory buildings at night.

5. If there is a dog in the dormitory building, please call security immediately.

6. Please remember, there is no mountain behind the Ghost Story Middle School!

"The information we received previously did not mention that there would be strange rules in the staff dormitory." Huang Mao said with a sad face. "And don't you think these rules are scary when put together!"

Under the pressure of Qiao Song, he dared to stand against the wall with his neck stiff. "Especially that dog. I couldn't turn around or run after being chased by the dog. But then they said if there's a dog in the dormitory building, they have to notify the security guard. This is too contradictory."

Aren’t the two points about the back mountain the real contradiction?

Qiao Song observed his obviously nervous tone when he mentioned dogs, and immediately understood: "So you are afraid of dogs."

Huang Mao was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick: "It's not that I don't have it! I'm just worried that it's unsafe for everyone to be too scattered."

But this guy is no longer yellow-haired. Qiao Song thought about it and said, "Is there a rule in the dormitory that two people must live in one room?"

"No……"

“Are there any rules that require men and women to live separately?”

The yellow-haired man's eyes gradually widened.

"This, this is not good."

Qiao Song had looked at the visitor records before, and it turned out that the most recent wave of visitors were all male teachers, and the only record of a female visitor was from two copy cycles ago.

"I didn't say I wanted to live with you guys, I just wanted to visit you in the evening."

Problems are more likely to occur in crowded places, and once a problem occurs, clues about the rules can be found therein.

She had a hunch that even if they lived in the dormitory, the probability of problems happening on the boys' side would be greater than on her side, because there were more people there and it was more suitable for ghost hunting.

"Was there no receptionist in the lobby when you arrived?"

The yellow-haired man who was released by her also had a strange look on his face: "At first, there was a little old lady here, and then she suddenly received a phone call and said she had to go to the teaching building to help, so we just need to find a room to stay in according to the key."

Huangmao and his companions did not go to the political and educational building to get the keys, but came directly to the dormitory. Qiao Song finally understood why she encountered two more ghost stories than them. The security guard actually tricked her on such a small detail.

When asked about the details of their security room, the two men said:

"We paid a real hand in the security room, and then came directly to the dormitory."

Huang Mao's fat companion seemed to be afraid of Qiao Song as well:

"It's mainly because of my ability that if I just cut off my arm to survive, the loss won't be too great."

【Ceramic Artist with Ingenuity and Skill】

[Skill 1: Everything is made of clay, everything can be disguised, but the prerequisite is that your craftsmanship is good]

[Each time it is activated, a lifelike clay sculpture can be created. The time required depends on the object's level of detail.]

Because they had received intelligence before, they had made a piece of fake blood and meat with mud early on, and then randomly dripped some blood into it, and they got away with it with the security guards. The other party even asked them to report to the staff dormitory directly.

Qiao Song thought of the pack of finger cigarettes he had given to the security guard and silently made a note of it in his heart.

"Have you picked your dorm yet? If you have, please leave me your room number."

The four will-o'-the-wisp teenagers, who had originally planned to live in pairs, decided to just live together this time.

If there is no private space, then there is no private space. It is better than having external and internal troubles.

This 6-story small white building is not very large. In the middle of the hall is the front desk where the administrator sits. There are stairs on the left and right sides, one leading to the area where girls live and the other for boys.

Qiao Song saw that those people had the keys to the first floor and lived in the middle of corridor 106.

The key to her room was given by her grandfather named Wang Deming. It was on the sixth floor, which was the top floor. Seeing that she was so honestly using the key given by the NPC, the ghost fire boys advised her to secretly change her room while the front desk administrator was away.

Qiao Song did not change, but instead asked them to be more careful when living on the first floor.

Going up the stairs to the sixth floor, you will see a staff dormitory with very ordinary decoration and two beds in each room.

Qiao Song wanted to open the doors and windows for ventilation first, but as soon as he pushed open the window, he clearly felt a resistance.

The two windows on the sixth floor were fixed from the outside with iron bars and could only be opened to a very narrow gap, one on the left and one on the right.

Qiao Song gestured with his palm.

This width is just enough to prevent most adults from squeezing through the window.

She narrowed her eyes, but this was the sixth floor, not the first floor. If it was not to prevent thieves outside from coming in, it was to prevent people inside from going out. She had only seen this way of dealing with windows in some hospitals.

This staff dormitory building doesn’t look simple either.

At least from the information obtained from Huangmao and his men, there were no strange rules in the staff dormitories before, and the staff dormitories were not mentioned in the few fixed rules given by Xiao Ni.

It seems that the ghost stories in Ghost Story Middle School are indeed constantly increasing.

If we take into account that teachers will be gradually consumed, then more and more trainee teachers will be recruited, so it is reasonable that strange things will occur in the staff dormitories where the trainee teachers live.

Qiao Song tidied up the room roughly but didn't find any clues. The other rooms outside the corridor were all locked. She walked around twice and returned to her room. She looked at the time and decided to take a nap first.

After passing the convenience store copy, they rushed in here without having a good rest. The highlight of this copy should be at night.

After editing a text message and sending it to Tang Xiaoxiao, she set an alarm and went to bed.

But when she lay peacefully on the bed, she placed a delicate little iron hammer on her chest, aiming to hit anyone who disturbed her sleep, no matter if it was a ghost or a monster.

But Tang Xiaoxiao, who went to the classroom to attend classes, was not so lucky.

Although she chose Class 1 of Grade 3 as her transfer class based on the subjects she was good at, she felt a familiar, suffocating smell since she entered the teaching building.

The entire corridor was silent. The teacher who took her into the teaching building did not say anything more except for looking at her a few times at the beginning.

They walked in the long corridor with almost no sound of footsteps, and Tang Xiaoxiao followed closely, also subconsciously lowering her footsteps.

Moreover, the windows in the corridor were very high, and when they passed by the classroom door, they could hardly see the scene inside.

Until the teacher who was taking her to the classroom suddenly stopped.

The female teacher, wearing a black work suit and a pair of thin-framed red glasses, quietly lay beside the square glass at the back door of the classroom and looked inside.

After a few seconds, perhaps she was very satisfied and didn't find any violations, so she pushed Tang Xiaoxiao.

"Go in and sit at the back."

Tang Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment. Isn't it still class time? This building is too depressing. It always makes people feel that they can't be disturbed during class.

If she goes in through the back door right now, will she...

But the female teacher did not give her too much time to hesitate. She pinched Tang Xiaoxiao's shoulder with a little force, and her nails almost dug into her flesh.

"Push the door and go in by yourself. Do you still need me to treat you?"

Tang Xiaoxiao hesitated for a while, and finally could only put her hand on the metal door handle and press down gently.

The back door of the classroom was pushed open very carefully. Despite great care, the door still made a harsh sound...

——Squeak——ah——

The teacher who was writing formulas on the blackboard suddenly turned around and scanned her face with a blank, almost judgmental look.

All the other students in the classroom, whether they were writing furiously or looking at the blackboard seriously, all turned their heads like puppets. It seemed as if all the students in the classroom had the same face, staring at the back door with the same cold expression.

Tang Xiaoxiao felt as if her heart was being strangled, as if something bad was about to happen.

Just at this moment, the bell for the end of get out of class suddenly rang. The ding-ding-ding-ding sound of the bells was like a life-saving rope, pulling her out of the suffocating atmosphere.

Phew, I’m saved, just so close.

She knew that this school was full of traps. After Xiao Ni entered the teaching building, her body automatically walked towards the junior high school building as if under an uncontrollable force. Only her head turned back to remind her that during the day, she must follow the rules and regulations that all students must follow in school, and she must be strict and not slack off.

But this feeling, this feeling.

It's too real and too suffocating.

After the bell rang, as if breaking some kind of shackles, the lifeless atmosphere in the classroom gradually melted away like ice and snow, and the faces of those expressionless puppet students gradually had the breath of life.

The teacher who brought Tang Xiaoxiao to the classroom had disappeared at some point.

A girl with a high ponytail sitting in the back row suddenly looked at the human at the back door with surprise.

"Wow, are you a transfer student? We haven't had a transfer student in our class for a long time."

She was very enthusiastic about helping Tang Xiaoxiao carry her schoolbag, but the latter said, "No, no, no," and held the schoolbag tightly in her arms.

"Don't be polite with me. I'm the sports committee member of our class. The teacher said that if there are new students, we class committee members should take the initiative to help the new students integrate into the class."

The physical education teacher grabbed her schoolbag, as if not letting her help was a threat to her life. Tang Xiaoxiao felt the ferocity of the force during the tug and ultimately stopped struggling.

Mainly because after class, this classroom didn’t seem so dangerous to her anymore.

But the physical education teacher did not take the initiative to take her to a certain seat. Tang Xiaoxiao stood there for a while, looked around at the two almost empty rows at the back of the classroom, and took the initiative to ask.

"Um, are all the empty seats in the back row available for sitting?"

Many people in the classroom have left their seats and are moving around, getting water, chatting, and discussing homework in groups. It seems like a normal break scene.

If she hadn't seen the scene where everyone turned their heads during class.

"Of course you can sit in the empty seat." The physical education teacher held her schoolbag with a pair of eyes curved into a smile, but after looking at that smile for too long, she always felt a little uncomfortable.

"But, some students may not come to class very often, and they don't put their things on their seats. You must not take up their seats, otherwise they will be very angry."

The well-intentioned reminder contained a hint of hidden malice, as if if you chose the wrong position, something very bad would happen in the next second.

Then tell me which seats I can’t sit on!

Tang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and told herself to calm down. Choosing a seat was crucial and there must be no mistakes.

She looked closely at the two rows of seats at the back. Although most of them were empty, she could see some small details.

The surfaces of some seats are very clean, as if they were new. Although there is nothing in the table basket, there are obvious scratches on it, as if something is often put in and taken out.

There were also some tables and chairs that looked very worn out, as if no one had used them for a long time. There were about two or three such old chairs in the classroom.

There should be few people sitting on this kind of chair, right?

Tang Xiaoxiao decided for a long time and finally chose the one that looked the oldest.

The light-colored wooden tabletop was a little dirty, as if it couldn't be cleaned no matter how hard you wiped it. But compared to the other tables and chairs that were obviously regularly maintained, this set looked more like it hadn't been used for a long time.

Tang Xiaoxiao pulled the chair away and was about to ask the physical education teacher to return her schoolbag to her when she saw a fleeting smile on the other person's lips.

wrong.

She paused, then took another step forward, leaning against the back of the chair, as if she was just using the force to support her body.

"I'll just sit here. Thank you, Sports Commissioner."

Seeing the other party's mouth corners suddenly pressed down, Tang Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this time she had made the right choice.

After she sat down on the newer set of chairs with her schoolbag, she turned her head to look at the set of tables and chairs across the corridor from her.

Not only the color of the table top, the scratches on the corners, but also the various small gaps and details all show that this set of tables and chairs is very old.

Is it possible that such an old chair is still in use? Why doesn't its owner come to class?

With this doubt, Tang Xiaoxiao quickly took out her book.

The class she was in was Class 1, Grade 3. The specific class was not chosen by her. To be precise, after she checked the grade 3, the option of Class 1 automatically appeared behind her name, as if the system had automatically assigned her a place based on her grades.

Senior year in high school is a time when academic pressure is extremely high. Judging from the study atmosphere she just glimpsed, she is already feeling a little uneasy.

No, Tang Xiaoxiao, you have to believe in yourself and show the same energy that you used to teach Xiao Ni a lesson!

Except for her weak points in history and English, she is not inferior to anyone in academic performance, not to mention her skills. She can even turn knowledge into her weapon. At most, she can just slap a book and suppress all the ghosts around her.

If I can't think straight with them, I'll beat them to death. If I can't think straight with them, I'll beat them to death. After repeating this three times in her mind, Tang Xiaoxiao sorted out the books one by one.

Fortunately, the next class was filled in the lower right corner of the blackboard, which was mathematics, the subject she was best at.

Tang Xiaoxiao even took the initiative to pick up her brand new math book and asked the students in the front row where they were in class.

During recess, these students seem to be no different from ordinary humans. Even when asked questions related to study, they appear to be unusually enthusiastic, as if it would be a great sin not to take the initiative to help their classmates.

After being surrounded by three or four enthusiastic classmates who pointed out the key points of recent classes in her math textbook, Tang Xiaoxiao even had the illusion that she had just transferred to an ordinary key high school.

Even the content taught in the textbooks was what she had learned in real life and had already entered the second round of review.

But the moment the bell rang, she noticed the strange atmosphere again.

After the three-second bell rang, the entire classroom seemed to have pressed the mute button. All the students returned to their seats mechanically and quickly like puppets, with pairs of dull and empty eyes looking towards the podium.

A female teacher holding a triangle ruler suddenly appeared there. She was the teacher who was wearing black work clothes and brought Tang Xiaoxiao to the classroom.

Tang Xiaoxiao swallowed her saliva, but fortunately, mathematics was one of her best subjects, and she knew that what she should do most now was to keep up with the classmates around her as much as possible.

First of all, don't make any weird noises, like when she accidentally opened the back door before, which would have been a violation.

Next, you must not be absent-minded. You must write the questions carefully, look at the blackboard carefully, listen to the teacher carefully, and try your best to make your behavior consistent with those of the students in the puppet class.

But maybe it was because they worked too long a night shift at the convenience store, but after clearing the convenience store, they experienced a highway escape, and then entered this dungeon. They had been sleep deprived and nervous, and now that they could finally sit down and rest, they felt dizzy as soon as they listened to the class.

Tang Xiaoxiao just felt more and more sleepy and tired. The formulas on the blackboard began to become tangled and turned into a tangled thread that could not be untied.

She wrote and drew on the book with her hand holding the pen, and gradually the hand turned into some indistinguishable strange symbols.

And after a trance, her forehead hit the table uncontrollably.

With a bang, Tang Xiaoxiao woke herself up from a nap and knew that something was wrong...

Normally, it would be fine if she fell asleep in math class, which was her best subject, because after waking up, she would still know what the teacher was talking about, but this was an infinite flow world!!!

Sure enough, after she quickly looked up, she saw that all the classmates around her turned their heads and looked at her with indifferent expressions.

The teacher on the podium was approaching her quickly like a ghost with a pair of bloodshot eyes. One could even see dried blood stains on the end of the triangle ruler in her hand.

"You're sleeping in class? Who told you to sleep? If you want to sleep so much, then—"

Tang Xiaoxiao was so frightened that she slammed the table and ran away. A huge math book appeared out of nowhere at the back of the classroom and slapped the teacher, who had turned into a ghost, three meters away.

“Are you kidding me? I just took a nap in class. Do you think you have to kill me? And shouldn’t the correct procedure be to let me answer a question first, and then let me go if I answer it correctly? Can you in this infinite world just ignore martial ethics? Ahhhh, don’t come over here!”

She rushed out as she ran, words coming out of her mouth uncontrollably in extreme fear.

Although it looked like he was frightened by the ghost while half asleep and half awake, his martial virtue showed that he was a teammate.