Chapter 23: Ghost Story Middle School 5
The student dormitory has the same structure as the faculty dormitory, with a total of six floors, but it is much larger. When Qiao Song and Huangmao entered, they first handed their employee ID cards to the administrator for inspection.
After letting him go, Huangmao was still muttering, "This auntie administrator seems to be from our staff dormitory. Why is she in the student dormitory at this time?"
Qiao Song clipped the recycled employee ID card on his collar and unfolded the dormitory list he got from the front desk with one hand.
"We can go our separate ways. You can go to the men's dormitory while I can go to the women's dormitory. But I advise you to hurry up."
Huangmao exclaimed, but only saw Qiao Song tapping the numbers on his phone.
"From the moment we entered this building, time has been moving faster."
The time on the phone had suddenly changed to 19:40.
And it was still 19:30 before they registered.
It took less than 10 minutes to say just two sentences.
"Students finish their evening self-study at around 21:00. We must check the dormitory to see if there are any other clues left before then. If there are too many people, the information will be dispersed."
The key point is that she doesn't know whether all these students are ghosts. It is not easy to count the number of students among groups of ghosts. She and Huangmao may not know whether to run away or complete the task first.
"No matter what happens, don't sit on their chairs or beds, don't touch their things, and try to look for more obvious clues."
Huangmao made an "oh" sound twice, and looking at his confused expression, it was unclear whether he understood or not.
Qiao Song strode towards the girls' dormitory. The men's and women's dormitories were separate buildings on both sides. The strange thing was that there was only an administrator outside the iron gate of the dormitory surrounded by guardrails, and there was no administrator in the lobby on the first floor of the dormitory.
She walked quickly to the first floor and took a look around. The structure of most dormitories was similar, with four bunks in total, upper and lower iron beds. Opposite the beds were cabinets and desks. At the back of the room was a washbasin and a private bathroom. The toilet door was locked and she couldn't get in.
But there should be no separate bathroom.
Because Qiao Song discovered that almost all girls in the dormitories would take a basin to collect the toiletries and then put them on the bucket. This is just like every time they want to take a shower, they will directly carry the bucket to a fixed place, such as a bathhouse. If they take a shower in the dormitory, these things must be placed in the bathroom.
But why lock the toilet?
She passed through about ten rooms in a row and scanned them quickly. With the precedent of Tang Xiaoxiao in mind, she did not take the initiative to look through other people's things. She just used her naked eyes to quickly obtain all the information.
She soon noticed something in common among most of the dormitories.
There seems to be a bed like this in every few dormitories. The bed is simple, the bedding is very thin, and there are almost no personal items.
There are very few traces of "her" life. When the dormitory is almost filled with other people's daily necessities, such a simple desk will be particularly conspicuous. If it were not for a small desk lamp and a few pens, notebooks and the like placed on it occasionally, people would almost think that no one was sitting there.
Qiao Song thought of the ghost on Tang Xiaoxiao's body that was scared away by the dog. She acted pitiful in front of her and asked him to accompany her to the back mountain. She also said that because her grades dropped, she was not liked by teachers and classmates, and would slowly become a invisible person in the class.
Could this transparency have a literal meaning?
She walked along the way and found at least a dozen seats like this, but this was only on the first floor.
After quickly checking all the rooms on the first floor, Qiao Song saw that the time on his mobile phone had reached 20:00.
There is only one hour left until the next evening study session.
At the end of the dormitory corridor was the public bathroom. The next second she stepped into the bathroom, she smelled a very sticky and fishy smell.
Qiao Song frowned and searched in the long sink first, but did not find what she thought was the disgusting piece of meat entangled in hair.
This taste...
She finally ran her fingers lightly along the side of the pool.
There was no oil residue, but there was indeed a slight fishy smell, as if fish or some other aquatic animal had been soaking in this pond.
She took another look around the bathroom. The bathrooms here were all single small cubicles with a curtain. There were 18 bathrooms in total, and almost every one of them had this faint fishy smell.
There was only one small and broken room in the corner, and even the pipes for bathing were slightly rusty. There was no fishy smell in this room, but there was a faint smell of earth and grass.
Qiao Song looked at it for a while, then suddenly moved closer and found very tiny scratches near the hot water switch.
"Wishing Tree"
She left this cubicle and went to several other cubicles to carefully observe the area near the switches. There were three more words engraved on them.
"Wishing Well"
There are wishing trees and wishing wells. Are there also wishing turtles, wishing statues, and wishing mirrors?
So you don't study every day and just make wishes, right?
Qiao Song, who probably already understood something, quickly and purposefully went through the remaining five floors, most of which were similar to the first floor.
Finally, before 21:00, she returned to the dormitory building.
The task of tonight's ward inspection is not to check every dormitory specifically, but to ensure that the number of people in the girls' dormitory corresponds to the number on the roster, and that no students run away at night.
So Qiao Song chose to stand at the bottom of the building, and after the students entered the dormitory, he quickly recorded the number of people.
The bell for the end of class rang, and it spread throughout the campus through the radio. Qiao Song hadn't seen any students yet, but he saw the yellow-haired boy, who seemed to know the time was up after hearing the bell, and then he hurried downstairs, and finally leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.
"Time passes too fast."
It felt like less than an hour.
He was panting and holding his roster, waving over here: "I found something here! What about you?"
Qiao Song nodded, pointed at the roster and then at the door: "We'll talk later, let's record the number of people first."
The yellow-haired man made an OK gesture from a distance.
Soon, large numbers of students who had finished their evening self-study classes poured into the dormitory building. They were arm in arm, some were carrying bags with books, and some were holding cups of drinks. They were as ordinary as any student who had finished their evening self-study classes and returned to the dormitory to rest.
However, when he occasionally passed by the two teachers who were recording the number of people at the dormitory door, he would always have an imperceptible weird smile on his face.
Fortunately, the entrance to the dormitory was not big and only three or four people could pass through at a time. Qiao Song stared at the door the whole time, while his hands kept writing down numbers.
But gradually, people began to squeeze out of the dormitory, in and out, in and out.
He even started talking at the door, as if he was deliberately disturbing her. Qiao Song had a blank expression on his face throughout the whole process and recorded it smoothly.
Until a student with a backpack and a high ponytail suddenly rushed out from the crowd and blocked Qiao Song's view.
"Teacher, I haven't seen you before. This is..."
Qiao Song held the girl tightly against his side with one hand and glanced quickly at her backpack and clothes.
"The teacher is recording the number of people so that we can check the dormitories later. What's your name, classmate? Do you have any questions for me? Judging from the cover of the book, you should be a senior student. How can the evening self-study session start so early?"
The girl wanted to struggle, but she didn't expect this human to be so strong, and he kept asking her questions.
She gritted her teeth and mumbled a few words, only to find that the female intern teacher didn't pay any attention to her at all, and was still methodically writing something down in her notebook with one hand.
As time went by, the flow of people quickly decreased.
After realizing that Qiao Song seemed not so easy to deal with, she gritted her teeth and planned to sneak back to the dormitory first, but found that the other party had no intention of letting go.
The hand on the shoulder was like an iron hoop, pressing the female student against the wall.
"It's like this. Teacher, you look familiar, so I have a question for you. It just so happens that I have a younger sister who is also a senior in high school, and I want to see if you know her."
Perhaps because time passed quickly in the dormitory, these students returned to the dormitory very quickly. Except for one or two people who went out against the flow of people and came back quickly, basically most people had returned to the dormitory.
After Qiao Song added and subtracted several numbers on the roster, he came to the conclusion that there were 980 people who actually attended, out of the 1,000 people who were supposed to be there.
"Hmm? Why aren't you talking? Did the teacher hurt you?"
When the other party's expression became increasingly ferocious and it looked like they were about to break off a fight, Qiao Song gently helped the man up and patted the non-existent dust on his shoulder.
"Oh, sorry, the teacher is a new PE intern, so she might have been a little harsh."
When the word "PE" was heard, the girl's expression changed slightly. Qiao Song did not miss this detail: "Why is there such an expression? The PE teacher is also a teacher and can check the dormitories."
The girl gritted her teeth and said, "If you're an intern teacher, you shouldn't have to come to work today, right? The PE teacher has so few classes, so she doesn't have to be so busy."
Qiao Song raised his eyebrows: "It is the duty of every one of our teachers to check the dormitories. Thank you for your concern for the teachers. Or do you really like physical education classes? In the third year of high school, the number of physical education classes should be reduced."
Qiao Song recalled the conversation he had with Tang Xiaoxiao yesterday and suddenly asked, "Or maybe, you are the sports committee member, so you pay more attention to the sports teacher?"
Each student has a name on their name tag, but the grade and class are not written directly on it.
The girl's expression changed again and again, but Qiao Song had already accurately flipped to the roster of Class 1, Grade 3, and found the name corresponding to the girl's name tag.
"Jiang Li, the sports committee member of Class 1, Grade 3, lives in Room 601. It seems that you and Tang Xiaoxiao are classmates."
Qiao Song saw the other person's expression gradually change, and then he slowly said: "It's a pity, the teacher is a physical education teacher in the junior high school, and may not be able to teach you for the time being."
Qiao Song released his hand that was blocking the girl's way, and watched Jiang Li sneak into the corridor like a rabbit. He looked back at her with resentment, then rushed straight to the 6th floor.
What are you doing in such a hurry?
Qiao Song lowered his head to glance at his cell phone. Just as he was recording the number of people, it was already almost 10 o'clock.
10 o'clock seems to be a very sensitive time. The lights in the dormitory building should be turned off at that time. If the dormitory time is so accelerated, will these students still have time to wash up in time at night?
Or do they only take a bath in the public bathroom after 10 o'clock?
Qiao Song saw the dormitory manager coming out from the big iron gate between the two buildings, but he didn't come over to lock the dormitory building. Instead, he said from a distance: "Come and get the key. I'll leave the task of locking the door to you."
Huang Mao was almost going crazy recording numbers at the door of the men's dormitory. He was surprised when he heard this: "Then what are you going to do?"
The old lady administrator replied slowly, "Of course I am here to manage the staff dormitory."
After saying that, without caring whether others agreed or not, he directly handed the keys to the two people on the left and right, then he leaned on his crutches and disappeared from the sight of Qiao Song and Huangmao at a mysterious speed.
One look at the speed of their escape revealed that locking the dormitory door was a clear trap.
Qiao Song picked up the bunch of keys and looked at them carefully: "It's almost 10 o'clock. It's too late for us to go back to the dormitory building. Let's finish the work at hand first. Have you checked the number of people?"
When the yellow-haired guy was mentioned, he started scratching his head: "There were a few brats holding my legs and interfering during the process. I think I missed some points."
He gave a rough figure: "It should be 1,000, but the actual number is around 960."
This is very spiritual.
"The women's dormitory was supposed to have the same number of people, but only 980 showed up."
Not only that, the two of them roughly compared other information and found that the problems all occurred in the bathroom.
"The men's dormitory is cleaner than I thought. Few people throw away smelly socks, shoes and pants. Anyway, there is a strong odor in the bathroom. I searched for a long time but couldn't find the source."
Being able to locate the bathroom means that there is a high probability that the conditions in the men's and women's dormitories are similar.
Qiao Song told about the small words he found near the shower. When Huangmao heard the key words "wishing tree" and "wishing well", he clapped his hands as if he remembered something.
"I remember that there were two rules in the fixed rules of the Ghost Story Middle School before. They seemed to be the Wishing Tree Rules and the Wishing Well Rules.
It should be that some students in this school copy have created strange rules using certain methods in order to improve their grades. It is like a ghost, as if they want to take people to sacrifice one by one and then fulfill their wishes. This is a very common strange practice.
But later, the strange stories of these two fixed locations became invalid. It is said that this was because the copy wanted to upgrade to the red clothes, but failed to upgrade, and the two parts were also destroyed. "
Since it has been destroyed, why are there still keywords in the copy?
Huangmao was also a little puzzled.
Qiao Song heard another detail.
"Failed to advance to the Red Clothes level in the dungeon? Can you normally get this kind of news from your team?"
Huang Mao finally found a little remaining sense of superiority from this new big boss. He sighed:
"We have been in this world for several months, so we have some basic intelligence. Generally speaking, the color of ordinary white copies will continue to improve as the ghosts evolve. But this Ghost Story Middle School is very strange. Its color is lower than the surrounding area, but the scope is much wider. This is because there are quite a lot of ghosts inside, but they have not reached the red level, which means that the power is dispersed."
In this case, even if there is a night parade of a hundred ghosts, most of them are little ghosts in white clothes. As long as you are willing to pay the props, it will not be difficult to pass.
"And the fixed rules of the Ghost Story Middle School are no secret. The trouble is that there are a lot of movable ghost stories, especially at night. If you run into any unidentified creature, it might be a walking ghost story."
At this point, he was a little confused: "The information we received before is that the position of intern teacher is relatively safe, because there are no fixed rules and strange stories about the staff dormitory. As long as you don't go out after 10:00 at night, generally nothing will happen."
Who knew that the dormitory was unsafe as soon as they arrived, and the ghost story rules hadn't been triggered yet. The two people in his team were tied up in the staff dormitory like lunatics, and they were all guarded by the fat man.
"Come to think of it, you didn't let me sit on their chairs and touch those students' things just now. Was it because of this that you took this into consideration?"
Huangmao's brain suddenly became active.
Qiao Song nodded: "The students here are always restrained by school rules during the day, and they should be active in various ways at night. Although most of them are still forced to follow the school rules and stay in the dormitory. But if the missing people in the dormitory overlap with the empty seats in the classroom during the day, they are very likely to be another force opposing the school, and the way they influence the players should be through the items they left behind in the school."
Such as tables, chairs, benches and other small objects.
And these students should be the ones who are missing within the rules.
The strange thing is the sentence mentioned in the dormitory rules: [If you meet a strange student or a missing student on campus at night, please take them to the back mountain for shelter. ]
The last point of the strange story is that there is no back mountain in the school, so is it right or wrong to take people to the back mountain?
The only thing that was certain was the part about the dog. Judging from the results of her previous experiment, dogs did have a certain deterrent effect on those ghosts that wanted to harm the players.
Even the sound of a scream can scare the other person like that. What will be the consequences if this really happens?
When Huangmao heard this, he had silently set the dog barking sound in his phone to play automatically in a loop after he unplugged the earphones.
If for no other reason than to serve as a talisman at critical moments.
Qiao Song actually wanted to tell him that if the dog really came out after 10 o'clock, the barking sound he set at this time might have the opposite effect.
She picked up her employee nameplate and looked at it. The back was blank.
She hasn't encountered any ghost stories since nightfall, which is not a good thing. It is said that there are more than 100 ghost stories hidden in this school. Suddenly, no one shows up, which means that the ghost stories in a certain area will become particularly dense.
Huang Mao was slightly frightened when he heard her say that: "I hope not everyone will come to the dormitory in droves."
Qiao Song: ...
If you don't know how to speak, you don't have to. Your tone really sounds like an old general on the stage, with flags all over his body.
"Let's lock the door first. The rules don't say that we have to find the missing people. They just say that we shouldn't let anyone go out at night."
The dormitory entrance door is two heavy iron doors. After closing them, first close a small lock, then use a huge metal chain as thick as an arm to go around the railing and lock it a second time. This job is actually not easy, after all, there are three keys alone.
After locking the door of the dormitory on the first floor with a heavy chain, the time had exactly reached 22:00.
Qiao Song could clearly feel that the night air seemed to have become thicker.
After 10 o'clock, the thick night color melted across the campus like ink. The moonlight that was originally obscured seemed to be wiped out. Except for a few dim street lamps, the entire campus seemed to have lost its light source and was shrouded in an eerie and peaceful atmosphere.
Qiao Song immediately turned off the overly bright and eye-catching phone screen, and the yellow-haired guy opposite him followed suit.
The entire campus seemed to have been muted at this moment, with no sound of any living creature.
Huangmao had just locked the door and was now walking downstairs step by step. He subconsciously clenched his teeth and was almost standing on tiptoe.
Logically speaking, their first job is completed after the ward rounds. What they need to do now is to return to the staff dormitory and find a safe place to sleep for the night.
But the distance from here to the staff dormitory is not close. If something happens in between...
Just as Huangmao thought of this, he felt his toes step on something soft.
Fortunately, he was cautious enough and went down the stairs as slowly as a turtle, trying one step at a time. Otherwise, if he stepped on this thing, he might have fallen flat on his face.
He was shouting for help in his heart and moving his feet in another direction, but he didn't expect a pair of hands to hug his legs directly.
A boy's voice sounded:
"Wuwuwu teacher, I think I'm late, can I still enter the dormitory?"
Huangmao almost reacted to the stress by kicking the thing on his foot away, but he couldn't move his legs at all.
Although the hands holding him were small, they were incredibly strong, like a trap, locking him in place.
"I, I have locked the door. It cannot be opened."
Before I left, the administrator told me that once the door was locked, nothing could be put in.
The boy who was holding him suddenly became emotional: "Why can't I go in? Are you going to let me sleep on the street? I have to go to class tomorrow morning, you can't be so excessive!"
Huangmao's teeth were almost chattering. He only felt the hands on his legs getting colder and colder. Just before he was about to use his skills to save his life, he suddenly felt the phone in his bag vibrate.
I will text him now...
Huangmao glanced down the stairs and saw Qiao Song, who had already walked into the hall, making a hushing gesture and asking him to look at his phone.
Qiao: Drag him and walk him out of the dormitory.
AAA haircut and blow-drying card with 20% discount: I can’t drag it, it’s too heavy!
Joe: If a skill's sound is too loud, it's best not to use it.
AAA Hairdressing, Cutting and Blow-drying Card with 20% Discount: I have a skill that has no sound but glows at night, can I use it?
Joe: Try it.
The hair dryer I used in the convenience store before won’t work. In such a quiet campus, if there is any noise, students, teachers, and ghosts will probably notice it first.
Just as Qiao Song was wondering what skill of Huangmao would cause the luminescence problem, he saw a huge bottle of green fluorescent hair dye appear out of thin air above the stairs.
A stream of green liquid splashed across the unknown creature on the stairs, quickly dyeing it fluorescent green.
【Wash, Cut and Blow-dry Set - Colorful Hair Dye】
[Oops, customer, please don't move while your hair is being dyed]
[After using hair dye, the life form that is touched will temporarily stop moving for 60 seconds. During this period, it can move slightly, but it cannot make big movements. Please note that the worse the dyeing effect, the less effective the skill will be.]
Fortunately, the ghost thing that was holding his legs had hair and clothes. After its body was covered with hair dye, its skills took effect and it froze in place. The yellow-haired guy took the opportunity to pull out his legs and walked out.
He didn't dare move too fast, after all, it would make a lot of noise.
Qiao Song immediately signaled Huangmao to go outside and typed quickly at the same time.
Joe: Did you find any name tag on him?
AAA haircut and blow-drying card with 20% discount: No!
When the hair dye is applied to the customer, he can get a rough idea of the other person's biological state.
AAA Hairdressing, Cutting and Blow-drying Card 20% off: He just smelled bad, rancid! It was very similar to the smell in the bathroom of a student dormitory.
There was a distance between the entrance of the dormitory building and the big iron gate outside the dormitory. 60 seconds was barely enough for them to climb out. The yellow-haired man almost instantly realized that the ghost had escaped.
AAA haircut and blow-drying card 20% off: run run run ppp
Because he didn't dare to make too much noise, he almost scratched the screen of his phone. The bottle of hair dye hanging behind him also kept pouring backwards, hoping to buy some time while his skills could still be used.
Until he saw the message sent by Qiao Song quickly.
Joe: Don't run!!! Walk, walk!
Joe: The dog is behind you.
The yellow-haired man paused instantly.
He didn't dare to look back, so he didn't see the big fluorescent dog head that was like a huge mountain of flesh sticking to him after he had just swallowed the ghost that ran out of the iron door of the dormitory and whose face was covered with hair dye by his skill.
The rough tongue licked the hair dye on the face, and the misty breath moved closer to the humanoid creature in front of him.
Huangmao's legs became weak.
And Qiao Song silently turned on the video mode.
The author has something to say:
Qiao Song: Record your life (crossed out) Record the copy biological information
Huangmao: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm sorry, Uncle Dog. I didn't mean it.
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