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"Huh..." Xiaoliang breathed a long sigh of relief and followed the direction of the voice and walked towards the dense holly forest.

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Xiaoliang didn't understand why the holly tree, which was always round and round and gave people a very cute feeling, grew so wildly in front of this ancient laboratory building.

Standing under the tree, you don't feel how tall the tree is. Instead, you feel like you have been shrunk. In a daze, you look like the Ant-Man in the comics who was shrunk to the size of an ant under the influence of Pym particles. Since

Thor and the Defenders are real people, so it is estimated that Ant-Man may also exist. Xiaoliang curled his lips and did not dare to say that it was like a comic anymore, because the comics in his consciousness were slowly becoming reality.

Just like that, he passed through the row of large and scary holly trees and stood in front of the variegated experimental building. Although it was only a shadow caused by the obstruction of the building, Xiaoliang felt that there was no sunlight outside at this moment.

It's so dazzling and intense, and the sky above is also not that blue.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

The laboratory building has a total of three floors and a four-story attic with only two rooms. The window frames are all made of wood, and most of them have been reduced to dilapidated frames due to the heavy rain and wind every summer, and the ground is full of fallen objects.

It’s hard to imagine why such a building would continue to be preserved like a cultural relic. Even if it is a cultural relic, it should be carefully repaired, right? Xiaoliang can’t figure it out.

And just then the voice sounded again.

This time Xiaoliang can be 100% sure that this is not a rumor, but a girl crying!

And it came from upstairs in this building.

Although autumn has been here for a long time according to the calendar, in the small city of Bincheng, autumn is sometimes hotter than summer. It is that dry and hot. Without the rain that often comes in summer to moisten it, the dry autumn is more like a fire.

A little warmer.

Although a rare rainstorm descended on Bincheng in autumn at noon today, it came and went in a hurry. The rain accumulated in a short period of time was quickly eaten up by the scorching sun and the earth.

But Xiao Liang, standing at the door of the experimental building, felt the coolness radiating from the building. This kind of cold that penetrated the bone marrow was really something Xiao Liang had never felt since he was born. It seemed like waves of coldness.

The wind passed through his chest. Note that it passed through Xiaoliang's chest and blended into every inch of Xiaoliang's skin and every cell. It is no exaggeration to say that it was absolutely every fiber of his body.

Every nerve is trembling.

"Anyway, no matter what, it was me who caused the disaster. In the end, I have to shoulder the blame myself." Xiaoliang gritted his teeth secretly.

In fact, during childhood, this place was a paradise for Xiaoliang and his friends. Everyone explored, played, and played here, and they were so happy. But later, the school was worried about the broken glass on the ground and the shaky wooden window frames upstairs, so they banned everyone from going there.

When we got to that area, a yellow cordon was put up between the holly trees, and the few students who sneaked there to play were severely punished by the teacher, so no one ever went to that building again.

, even if you walk nearby, you will avoid it like the plague.

Xiaoliang felt that probably from that time on, everyone began to fear that experimental building, and a series of strange legends about it were born:

The old lady cleaning with a wet mop;

The window in the second room on the left on the third floor that opens and closes;

A young female student carrying books into class;

…

As a result, most of the yellow warning lines gradually disappeared, and only some remaining ones were still floating in the wind. No one, including children as old as Xiaoliang at that time, dared to get closer.

People are like an elephant tied by a slender rope. This rope has been with it since childhood. No matter how hard it is when it is young, it cannot break free. As it grows up, it gradually gets used to it.

Try to break free again, because it has completely believed in its heart that it is impossible to break free from this rope no matter what.

So what is really scary is people's habits, which represent compromise, numbness, and complete loss of determination and courage to resist. Once a high head is lowered, it is much more difficult to raise it up than to keep it up all the time.

, and most people have gradually become accustomed to living with their heads down, following the footprints left by most people on the ground, no matter whether there is an abyss ahead or thousands of miles of flat sand, they still follow suit and move forward.

This is not a kind of sadness.

Xiaoliang cautiously pushed open the wooden door that was about to fall down. Under his push, the broken wooden door made a painful creaking sound. Xiaoliang jumped and hurriedly hid in the security room nearby.

The door to the security room has disappeared, and only a rusty hinge on the door frame is still holding on with only two nails.

"OK, nothing's wrong, it must be Fang Zhuo. We have been together for more than two years, so it will be fine to persuade her." Xiao Liang kept exhaling hard and whispered to himself.

The crying at this time had stopped intermittently. With a sudden conscience, he straightened his back and strode to the stairs.

The tiles on the floor have turned black and many have fallen off. You can see the cement underneath. Then why is the old lady cleaning here with a mop? This...

Xiaoliang shook his head, trying his best to clear out all these things, and carefully identified the source of the sound.

The crying seemed to have stopped for a lot longer than before. Did she already know that I was coming? Xiaoliang tentatively leaned against the handrail of the stairs, trying to catch any faint vibration in the air.

But the whole building was so quiet.

The only sound he could hear at present was the sound of water dripping from the faucet at the end of the corridor on the first floor and smashing into pieces in the cement sink, echoing in the long and narrow corridor:

"Tap-tap..."

"Tap-tap..."

Xiaoliang swallowed hard. In "Tom and Jerry", they habitually swallowed saliva when they were cornered. It was not a fiction. Xiaoliang's throat was so dry that it was about to smoke, so he could only rely on his efforts to swallow it.

of saliva to moisten it.

He slowly pushed open the door of the first classroom, and immediately a wave of moisture mixed with a musty smell hit his face, making Xiaoliang almost unable to breathe. The desks inside were crooked, and there seemed to be drawings on the blackboard.

It’s hard to tell what symbols were written on them. The seams between the tiles on the floor are covered with dark green moss. This makes the already damp tiles even more slippery. Some domestic garbage, stationery and teaching aids, etc. make the whole room almost empty.

A place to put your feet down.

Xiao Liang blushed. When he was a child, he and his friends often threw garbage here through the broken windows. The "AD Calcium" milk bottle that he often drank at that time left a deep impression on Xiao Liang. Now it is still sleeping here peacefully.

"Fang Zhuo...Fang Zhuo——" Because the room was shady, the light was surprisingly dark even though it was daytime. Xiaoliang had to judge whether she was here through the sound like a bat.

Of course, bats rely on the reflection of sound waves, while Xiaoliang judges based on the reflection given by Fang Zhuo.

"I'm here~~~" The reflection did come as he expected, but...

But not from the house in front of me,

But...

From...from behind...

And it was very close, as if lying on his back, and the voice was also a very low and hoarse voice.

Xiao Liang felt that he was completely unconscious at this time. In a daze, he even felt that only his neck could move mechanically in his whole body. He trembled and slowly turned his head back. If viewed from the third person perspective,

, his robot-like head turning movement is no less weird than the response just now.

And just when he turned his head halfway, before he could see who was behind him or even say what it was, a series of laughter like silver bells came from behind him.

This laughter was even creepier than the cry just now.

At this time, Xiaoliang couldn't hold himself any longer. He sat down on the ground and almost shrank into a ball.

The strange thing is that he didn't scream like in horror movies. Indeed, sometimes when people are in extreme fear, many people can't make a sound at all. It can be said that being able to make a sound is a good thing, as it can express the inner feelings.

The fear is released, instead of being like Xiao Liang now.

"Hahaha...Brother Liang, that's not it, why are you so scared? I don't think you are so timid usually."

Oh my god, this is indeed Fang Zhuo's voice.

Xiaoliang's face was pale at this time, and his legs and feet were paralyzed. He squinted his eyes and saw that Fang Zhuo seemed to be carrying a halo, descending like a goddess.

"Hey, hey, hey... are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you." Fang Zhuo stopped smiling when he saw Xiao Liang's appearance, and patted him hard several times and said with concern.

These few times really worked, Xiaoliang immediately felt that he had been a little out of his mind just now, but now he has taken it back:

"You...you...you..."

"Goodbye, go back to class. Look, your lips are purple with fear. I won't make such a joke with you next time." Fang Zhuo said, holding Xiaoliang's hand that was as stiff and cold as ice.

"No, then... um, are you... okay? Fang Zhuo." Xiaoliang breathed a long sigh of relief, and there was a little color on his face.

"Haha," Fang Zhuo still had the same sunny expression, and his eyes turned into crescent moons again, "I should ask you this. Is it okay if I scared you like this?"

"I'm fine. This place has always felt dark. I scared myself." Xiao Liangqiang smiled and stood up slowly.

"You have heard those rumors, right? In fact... I am indeed a little scared, but seeing that you are more scared than me, and that a big boy is so timid, I don't seem to be so scared anymore." Fang Zhuo dusted him off.

Dusting off the dust on his pants, he said with a smile.

"No, no, I'll just pat it myself." The two of them talked while walking towards the broken wooden door at the door. "Speaking of which, I'm really worried about you crying like that because of Tong Ze's injustice."

"Hahaha, I'm not that fragile. I do feel a little depressed in the class. I'm not good at quarreling with others because I'm stupid and don't know what to say when I'm anxious. So I've been bullied a lot since I grew up.

"In the end, I became quieter and didn't talk to others much. This can reduce conflicts with others." Fang Zhuo's pace obviously slowed down a lot when he said this.

"It's okay, I'm here. Even though I'm usually timid, if someone needs my protection appears, especially someone who has been wronged for no reason like me today, I will still come forward.

.Otherwise I wouldn’t have chased you into this haunted house that has become a shadow in my heart.” Seeing Fang Zhuo talking about some unhappy things, Xiao Liang quickly joked.

"It's okay, I'm fine now. Especially after Brother Xiaoliang appeared, really, very few people would talk to me, and very few people would often make me laugh, help me, etc. I'm really happy to meet you.

." Fang Zhuo slowly stopped.

"What's the point? Fang Zhuo is actually a very sunny and cheerful girl when we get along with her. It's an honor for me to get to know such a beautiful and elegant lady." Xiaoliang smiled and made the gesture of a gentleman in a British opera, shaking his hand.

Bow with bent arms.

"Hahaha," Fang Zhuo said with a smile, "You are such a drama queen, please stop acting. The originally good atmosphere has been disrupted by you."

"You said that I am an actor, but you are the one who really knows how to act. When you cried like that before, I was so anxious that I wanted to come in and comfort you, but what happened? Tell me, was it a design to scare me when you cried before?" Xiao Liang

Pretending to be angry, he tried to push open the wooden door and walk out of the laboratory building.

"I didn't cry. I didn't feel chest tightness. I just went downstairs alone to have some quiet time..."

"No," Xiaoliang's hand on the wooden door handle suddenly stopped, "Don't make trouble with me. I think the security guard can hear your voice."

"No, if I say no, there is no. You must have heard me wrong. And even if there is, why are you here? Why don't you go to the women's room to comfort me." Fang Zhuo still had a smile on his face.

"No, the women's room? Why should I go to the women's room?"

"Aren't you here to find me? Since you heard me crying, you should go to the women's room. I went downstairs and went directly to the women's room next to me. And I have never cried loudly since I was a child. Of course, the two of them

I don’t remember things very clearly before I was 20 years old, maybe." Fang Zhuo still said mischievously.

"Wait a minute," Xiao Liang's expression froze. He removed his hand from the door handle and turned to face Fang Zhuo. He said word by word, "You said you were always in the toilet next to it? Never.

Come in here?"

"Why do you have this expression? It's so scary." The smile gradually disappeared from Fang Zhuo's face, replaced by fear. I have known Li Xiaoliang for so long and I have never seen him so serious. "When you came in, I happened to leave the toilet.

Come out, and then... Then I guess you may have come to see me, but... I am also a little afraid of this place, so I struggled outside for a long time, and finally made up my mind to come in, and then I saw you hunched over and only poking your head.

The way you walked into that classroom..." Fang Zhuo laughed again when he said this.

"No, I'm not against you, so don't be afraid," Xiaoliang took a deep breath, trying to control his inner fear and make his expression more natural, "I came in here because I thought I heard you

crying, so..."

"I was wrong, Brother Liang. I didn't mean to laugh at you, nor did I mean to scare you. Can you also stop scaring me? I just ran in to find you because I couldn't bear to be scared. If you want to scare me again,

If so, I will really cry." Fang Zhuo's body trembled slightly, and he unconsciously took two steps back.

"No, I'm not scaring you, it's..."

The crying sound came again.

This time it seems to be clearer.

It was upstairs, and he heard it clearly this time.

This time, Fang Zhuo was so frightened that he said "ah" and got into Xiaoliang's arms. If Xiaoliang were the audience now, he would definitely think that this was a play arranged by him.

But at that time, things did develop so closely.

"Listen to me, Fang Zhuo," Xiaoliang didn't know where the courage came from, "leave quickly. I must find out today what's wrong with this house, or if someone did it on purpose."

"No, no... don't leave, I'm not going anywhere," Fang Zhuo said, still crying, "Is it... is it the female student and the 3...302 laboratory they were talking about..."

These rumors were a bit scary coming from the mouth of a crying person, but Xiaoliang was really gritting his teeth at this moment to control the fear in his heart, and his legs were shaking so hard that he didn't know how to

Can Fang Zhuo feel it on his chest?

Anyway, we can't both collapse to the ground at this time.

This is the only belief in my little conscience.

"I'll go up and have a look by myself. You go back to class. If I don't come back before school is over, you tell the teacher that one of us has to go out to report the news." Xiaoliang held Fang Zhuo's shoulder and looked at it.

Her eyes, flooded with tears, looked so pitiful at this moment.

"No, no, no, listen to me, I...I can walk by myself, no problem, I won't hold you back, but I want to be with you. I won't let you go up alone." Fang

Zhuo slowly got rid of Xiaoliang's hand and stood alone, still a little trembling.

"I don't want you to be in danger." Xiaoliang feels that now he should be able to rely on the stone in his body. One of the six rough stones that make up the universe should at least ensure the safety of the host. But in addition to the rapid healing of his own injuries

, and it doesn't seem to give him any additional abilities.

How could he protect the thin Fang Zhuo next to him? He really had no idea at all.

"I can protect myself, don't worry," Fang Zhuo slowly regained his senses, "Maybe... maybe she's not that evil, she's just a girl who needs help. I believe there are no such ghosts or gods in this world.

.”

Gods really exist, ghosts...

I guess there will be some.

Xiaoliang looked at Fang Zhuo's fearless expression, and really had no way to persuade him any further. Anyway, if there was any danger, he hoped that the space stone in his body could help her delay her escape.

But I still hope that this is just a classmate who has lost his love, or has been scolded by the teacher or bullied, and can release his emotions here. Xiaoliang prayed secretly.

"Okay, then you must follow me closely. If... there is really any danger, and I tell you to run, you must run away quickly, okay?" Xiaoliang said with a serious face.

"Bah, bah, bah, what's the danger? I won't be in danger, and you won't be in danger either, do you hear me?!" Fang Zhuo's eyes were still shining with tears.

Xiaoliang had no choice but to cry as the crying above got louder and louder, so he had to agree first to stabilize Fang Zhuo's mood. The two of them just followed the sound and slowly moved upstairs.

"The sound seems to be coming from the third floor." When the two came to the stairs on the second floor, Xiaoliang raised his head and looked up following the sound.

"Third... floor..." Fang Zhuo paused and said tremblingly, "It's the one they were talking about... the one in the second room from the left on the third floor..."

"Don't think so much, these are all...the usual routines in horror movies, and they are all meant to scare people." Xiao Liang tried his best to squeeze out a smile and consoled him.

"Really? Then...is that person... also often seen in horror movies?" Fang Zhuo raised his trembling hand and slowly pointed to the depths of the second floor, to a shaking figure at the end of the corridor.

She's an old lady.

Looking at the patched torn cotton jacket and cotton trousers, the stooped body, and the messy white hair, Xiao Liang was completely convinced that he was the grandma who he had seen cleaning there when he was in elementary school.

Such a dilapidated building with no one coming here at all

Why……

Why is she cleaning here all the time?

This is a question that Xiaoliang has been unable to figure out since he was in elementary school until he graduated from junior high school.

I saw a stick standing upright in her hand, poking something in the sink up and down.

This action looks like rinsing the mop.

The reason why I say it looks like is because if you rinse the mop, you can't hear the sound of water at all, or the sound of the cloth on the mop slapping against the wall of the sink.

And heard,

There was only the dull sound of wooden sticks hitting the cement again and again.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

…

If it were normal times, Xiao Liang would think it was a blind man using a wooden stick to test the road ahead.

"She... what on earth is she doing?" Fang Zhuo said, holding Xiaoliang's arm in fear.

"No...it's nothing," Xiaoliang found that his tongue was not working well, but he still tried his best to restrain his fear from expressing in his voice, but it seemed to have little effect, "That grandma is there...that uh-huh

, Phew - just rinse the mop. It’s just that there isn’t much hair on the mop. Didn’t the mop in your class shed hair when I was in elementary school? Ours has only a handful left after using it anyway, so we have to go to the logistics department to get it.

"

"Really?" It felt like Fang Zhuo had become a little sluggish and was just answering mechanically.

"Yes, that's right, you don't have to..."

Just when Xiaoliang turned back to look over there, the thumping sound stopped suddenly.

It was replaced by an old woman's face that was full of wrinkles, weird and twisted. At least that's what Xiaoliang thought at the time.

Especially those eyes, the gray-white pupils are like the eyes of a pond shrouded in thick fog. Amidst the mist, the pond seems to be bottomless and difficult to fathom.

Despite this, Xiao Liang still felt that she was staring at him and Fang Zhuo, standing there like a statue, not even blinking for nearly half a minute. If it hadn't been for those previous actions, Xiao Liang might have

It really feels like she is an oil painting standing there.

At the same time, what made the two of them gasp even more was...

she……

She actually smiled. That smile was an extremely unnatural smile. It should be a real smile, except that the muscles of her mouth moved upward slightly, causing the apple muscles on both sides to be forced upward.

There would no longer be any movement of any muscle on the body. Xiaoliang had never seen such a creepy smile before. Maybe it appeared under such an atmosphere. He couldn't tell clearly.

The two of them also took two steps back in unison.

The old man's body began to move slowly. He turned around, pushed the door open and walked into the house next to him. The stick was also dragged out of the sink. It was indeed a stick wrapped with wire.

A few pieces of tattered and moldy cloth. After the "mop" was completely dragged into the house next to it.

There was a muffled sound when the door came into contact with the door frame.

The mop wasn't wet, so what was she doing just now?

If this could be called a mop, how did she mop the floor?

Also, why is this building still being cleaned?

…

There are too many things that are not consistent with common sense.

Xiao Liang stood there for a long time looking at the empty sink.

"Brother Liang, let's go quickly. The sobbing upstairs is getting quieter and quieter."

Fang Zhuo gently pulled Xiaoliang's arm from the side.

Xiaoliang also suddenly came to his senses. The crying upstairs had gradually turned into sobs, accompanied by a few coughing sounds.

It seemed that he had to go up quickly. Thinking that Xiao Liang no longer wanted to be afraid, he picked up Fang Zhuo and quickly ran to the third floor.

really.

The sound came from the classrooms on the left,

What's even more terrifying is that far to the right, at the end of the corridor, is her again

The old lady was still holding the lintless mop in the cement sink and repeating the motion of rinsing the mop again and again. The same sound came from the wooden stick hitting the cement.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

…

In a daze, Xiaoliang felt that this floor seemed to be exactly the same as the one just now. Is this a ghost beating a wall?

I have heard a friend say before that when I go upstairs, I always end up on that floor. I keep walking like this, but I always stay in the same place.

Science has already explained the ghost walls in wheat fields, forests or deserts because people are born with two legs that are not exactly the same length. Therefore, if the surrounding scenery is very similar, their thoughts will follow the legs.

Walking, there will always be a circle in the end, and it will always return to the starting point. But on the stairs, Xiao Liang couldn't figure out how this happened even if he tried hard.

"You...can you see that grandma?" Xiaoliang tentatively asked Fang Zhuo next to him.

"Of course, it's very clear." Fang Zhuo responded mechanically with a trembling voice.

"I often played around this building when I was a kid, but I never saw any stairs over there. Is this the third floor?" Xiao Liang did often run around here and always thought that the two sides of the building were symmetrical, with the tops of the classrooms being the same.

In the end there was no room for a stairwell.

"You want to say this...is this a ghost beating a wall?" Fang Zhuo grabbed Xiaoliang's arm tighter.

"But it's rare for two people to fight against each other at the same time." Xiao Liang looked over there again and his eyes widened.

The old man is missing.

He didn't even know when the thumping sound stopped and the old man disappeared.

"Disappeared." Fang Zhuo said first.

"Is it a hallucination?" Xiaoliang was a little doubtful of his own brain. The key is that it is very rare for two people to have the same hallucination at the same time.

"I want to go over and take a look." The little conscience said through gritted teeth.

"Don't go there, in case she is... shocked and bad." Fang Zhuo didn't dare to say the middle two words, but Xiao Liang completely understood what she wanted to say.

"It's okay, don't worry, I..." Xiao Liang was about to continue but suddenly stopped.

"What...what's wrong?" Fang Zhuo looked horrified, "Your expression..."

"The sound has stopped," Xiaoliang suddenly realized, "the crying has stopped."

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the whole world had become quiet, and even the usually noisy road outside the campus seemed to have no sound of traffic.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and everything stood still for a second.

Xiaoliang felt that this deathly silence was more piercing, more pathos, and more creepy than the crying.

she……

Where?

(To be continued)