Chapter 1: Senior in old school uniform. I'm a senior in high school! ...
"We're going to move to Building 3 in two days."
"Is it Building 3, the one where the senior student's body was dismembered in the bathroom on the top floor? Which floor did they move to? Isn't it the top floor?"
"I heard that place is haunted..."
The girl was lying on the railing in the corridor with a sad face.
"It used to be the office for school leaders, but because it was haunted, all the school leaders moved to the newly built Building No. 4."
"Now, the school leaders are letting us students go where they won't let us stay. And they're only letting the regular students go, while the elite class will remain in Building 2. School leaders, please be human. The lives of the regular students are also their lives. There are also some talented students among our regular students who have performed exceptionally well and gotten into Wudaokou."
"Don't be like this. Every time I go to Building 3, I get cold all over and my hands and feet are icy cold. It takes me a long time to warm up."
Lin Zhuyue walked out of the classroom wearing a blue and white high school uniform.
She yawned, walked calmly through the corridor, passed through the sky bridge connecting the teaching buildings, walked from Building 2 to Building 3, and then took the stairs to the top floor.
She didn't know whether the top floor of Building No. 3 was haunted or not. She only knew that the women's restroom on the top floor of Building No. 3 was rarely visited. Compared with the restrooms in Buildings No. 1 and No. 2, which were always crowded during breaks, it was a good place to solve physiological problems.
Huh? Is there a ghost?
Could the resentment of a ghost be as great as hers?
She is a poor senior high school student!
The lamp on the top floor was old and dim, making the surroundings dark and quiet. The light flickered from time to time. The mixture of spider webs and dust hanging from the outside of the lampshade was blown by the wind from nowhere, making it sway.
The empty top floor looked eerie and scary.
Lin Zhuyue looked up at the lamp and thought:
The tungsten filament of the light bulb hasn't burned out yet?
In Lin Zhuyue's impression, the ceiling light on the top floor of Building No. 3 has been like this since she first entered high school. It has been more than two years, and it is still standing and has not burned out.
The school is weird too.
They are willing to spend 600 million yuan to build a new campus, but are unwilling to spend a few dozen dollars to buy a few new light bulbs for Building No. 3.
Lin Zhuyue lamented that the school was stingy, and walked forward without fear. She walked on the top floor where only her footsteps echoed, and found the deserted women's restroom with her familiarity.
She stopped in front of the ladies' room.
There was a fluorescent triangular sign at the door of the women's restroom with the words "Under maintenance, water outage, please do not enter" written on it.
Lin Zhuyue looked down at her watch. There were still five minutes left before the next evening self-study class. If she went back to the women's restroom in Building 2 to queue up now, she would definitely not be able to use the restroom.
Lin Zhuyue thought for a while, then she walked around the maintenance sign, walked into the women's restroom, and tentatively turned on the faucet on the sink.
Clear and abundant water gushed out of the faucet.
Water outage?
Lin Zhuyue looked puzzled.
She decided to go further inside to see if the squat toilet in the cubicle could flush.
She opened the cubicle door. The floor inside was one step higher than outside, and the raised part just covered the gap under the door, preventing peeping. Although this toilet had been built many years ago, the people who designed it had given it a lot of thought.
Lin Zhuyue walked up and reached out to pull the rope hanging from the water tank above. But as soon as she stretched out her hand, she smelled a foul odor, somewhat like the smell of rotten eggs.
The strong smell of blood also rushed into the nose.
Lin Zhuyue looked down.
The accumulated water in the squat toilet, which was functioning normally just now, has turned into a dark red color. The blood-like accumulated water gradually surged up, filling the entire squat toilet and unwilling to stop. It was still gurgling and rising, even overflowing, and spreading on the tile floor.
Lin Zhuyue took a step back and left the cubicle before his feet stepped on the blood-red liquid.
The compartment door was still wide open.
In the squat toilet filled with blood, long black hair gradually floated up along with a smell that was very similar to that of rotten eggs. The hair became more and more, and the smell became stronger and stronger.
A circular arc lifted up the hair in the blood, and it seemed to be a head.
The head bubbled up from the blood, gurgling. Beneath the wet hair was pale skin and a pair of dark eyes without whites.
Those eyes stared at Lin Zhuyue steadily, and the mouth under his eyes and nose opened and closed slowly, as if he wanted to say something.
Lin Zhuyue turned around and ran away.
As a senior high school student, her resentment is heavier than that of ghosts? When she thought so, she didn't know that ghosts really existed in the world!
She ran to the bathroom door.
The door that was originally open closed at some point.
Lin Zhuyue turned the door handle, trying to open it and escape, but the door seemed to be welded shut and wouldn't budge.
“Help!”
Lin Zhuyue changed from pulling the door to knocking on it. She knocked on the door vigorously and shouted loudly,
"Help! Is there anyone here?!"
No sound came back from outside the door.
That’s right, Building No. 3... During the day, you might still find a cleaning lady here, but at night, Building No. 3 is just an empty building with no one in it.
The female ghost behind him had already crawled out of the squat toilet. She was wearing an old school uniform. From the scattered fabrics that were not stained by blood, it could be seen that it was the blue and white color scheme inherited from No. 1 Middle School, but the cut was somewhat different from the one on Lin Zhuyue.
Lin Zhuyue had seen this style of school uniform on the display board of outstanding alumni, and those alumni had graduated at least ten years ago.
The female ghost had incomplete limbs and only had two arms. She could only crawl on the ground, dragging blood, crawling towards Lin Zhuyue step by step.
Lin Zhuyue had no way to escape, so she turned around stiffly, leaned against the cold door, and stared at her "senior sister".
Plop, plop...
Lin Zhuyue felt like her heart was about to break.
If she were to have an electrocardiogram now, the doctor would definitely diagnose her with "abnormal electrocardiogram" without hesitation.
The female ghost is getting closer.
Lin Zhuyue turned his head to look at the compartment on the left. This compartment closest to the door had always been used as a tool room by the aunt who cleaned the top floor of Building No. 3. It was filled with cleaning tools.
Lin Zhuyue made up her mind and opened the cubicle door. Fortunately, it was not locked. She grabbed a mop from the cubicle and hit the ghost girl on the head with it.
The crazy secretion of adrenaline in the face of crisis gave Lin Zhuyue strength he had never had before.
The ghost girl's head was smashed face down into the floor.
But she quickly raised her head again.
"Don't come over here!"
Lin Zhuyue screamed, she held the mop and swung it left and right, hitting the ghost girl's face very hard, and shouted loudly while hitting her,
"Senior! I have no grudge against you! I just came to the bathroom! Go find whoever has a grudge against you! Don't come to me!"
Every time the female ghost was hit by the mop, a "click" sound would be heard when her head tilted to the other side.
Lin Zhuyue was so panicked that she didn't even know how many times she had hit him. Only when she faintly heard the bell for class did she stop, breathlessly, mop in hand, staring nervously at the "senior" who had crawled out of the squat toilet.
The "senior sister's" neck was already crooked.
Being beaten.
Lin Zhuyue stared at the female ghost and took a step forward holding the mop.
The female ghost supported herself on the ground with both hands and stepped back.
Under Lin Zhuyue's gaze, she gradually retreated into the second compartment with the door open.
About two minutes later, the bloodstains she had wiped on the ground disappeared.
Lin Zhuyue walked forward cautiously.
The squat toilet in the cubicle has been restored to its original state, clean and tidy, without a trace of blood.
Lin Zhuyue faced the cubicle and backed away step by step. She put the mop back into the tool room, closed the door, and put her hands behind her back to turn the door handle of the women's restroom.
“Click.”
This time, the door opened smoothly.
After leaving the haunted women's restroom, Lin Zhuyue took a step forward, ran downstairs at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, ran across the corridor bridge, and returned to Building No. 2.
The third period of evening self-study had begun. Building 2 was very quiet, but this quietness was different from the deserted Building 3. Lin Zhuyue felt relieved when she saw through the doors and windows that the classrooms were filled with people.
Walking to the sign for Class 3-5, Senior High School, Lin Zhuyue pushed open the front door of the classroom and walked in with a tired look on his face.
The monitor on duty, who was sitting in front of the podium, saw her and lowered his voice, urging her:
"Come in quickly and sit down. I think Mr. White will be here soon. If you're caught being late, you'll get scolded again."
After all, we have been classmates for more than two years, and everyone in the class will cover up for each other for small things like being "two or three minutes late" for evening self-study.
The restrooms are so crowded, and it's common to find flies or snails in the cafeteria food. It's normal for these vegetables to be so green and natural. So what's wrong with spending a little more time in the restroom between classes? It's not like I want to skip class.
Doesn’t the school have any responsibility at all?
Lao Bai, the class teacher, didn't know how he got to know about this matter between the students, but he would always come to the class to check at the beginning of each self-study class.
As soon as the duty monitor finished urging, he noticed Lin Zhuyue's pale face and asked hesitantly:
"...Are you feeling unwell? Old White will definitely be here soon. Ask him to sign a note and go to the infirmary. Oh, no, that old quack who diagnoses everyone with sinusitis is in the infirmary today. It's better to go to the hospital across from the school."
Lin Zhuyue shook his head: "I'm fine."
Lao Bai is a materialist. If Lin Zhuyue told Lao Bai about this, he would probably think that Lin Zhuyue was hallucinating because of the pressure of her senior year. He might even ask the guardian to talk to her, which would be very troublesome for Lin Zhuyue.
Lin Zhuyue returned to his seat and took out a test paper that smelled of lead powder from the test paper folder. While doing the questions, he made some marks on the draft paper.
The third night ended quickly.
Lin Zhuyue handed the math test paper to the class representative, stuffed the 3,500 words, physics textbook, exercises and extracurricular tutoring books into a shoulder backpack, and walked out with the large group of day students carrying the backpack.
To get from Building 2 to the parking shed for senior students, one had to pass Building 4, the school leadership office building. The lights in this building usually went out before 8:00, but now it was 9:50, and the lights inside were still on.
There is a Rolls-Royce parked in front of the building.
A pair of attractive-looking boys and girls in casual clothes were walking out of the office building, holding Starbucks coffee cups, followed by two middle-aged men.
They stopped in the hall to talk, occasionally turning their heads to glance at the day students passing by outside the building.
The day students were also looking at them.
"Is he a transfer student?"
"Whose transfer student is coming to school at this time? The two transfer students from the class next door both arrived at nine this morning."
"Look behind them, aren't those the principal and the academic dean? Our school is the top-ranked key high school in the city, and the principal has a lot of influence. If our homeroom teacher wants to contact him, he has to call his secretary first. Did you know that our homeroom teacher is a wealthy third-generation kid from a very wealthy family?"
I don’t know if it’s an illusion.
Lin Zhuyue felt that the boy's eyes seemed to meet hers, and his gaze seemed to stay on her intentionally for a moment before moving to someone else.
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