I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

A shoe fell from dormitory 444, just hanging on the window net of 404.

The surface of the shoe, the yellow-brown corpse oil, remained wet, as if it had dripped on it recently.

Yang Shou put down his shoes and looked at everyone in the dormitory.

As his gaze swept over, the ten weird ones were all a little embarrassed.

The weird nature is brutal and cold-blooded.

But in them, cowardice and restlessness are more.

This is because they are afraid of Yang Shou.

It's also because, before they were alive, they were the kind of students who were honest and never dared to cause trouble.

It's hard to imagine what kind of existence caused them to become what they are now.

"What happened in your dormitory, tell me."

Yang Shou said softly, "Perhaps, I can help you."

He left a bad impression on the ten weirdos present.

But his words seem to have a magical power, and even the cruel weirdness will calm down.

After hesitating for a while, the rest of the weirdnesses all looked at the head of the room, A Qiang.

"It's all because of this shoe!"

Ah Qiang was silent for a moment, as if he was going all out, looking at the shoes with a look of hatred.

"I forget how long ago that was."

"After we turned into this ghost, time blurred."

"I just remember that it was one night in the third year of high school."

"The lights have just been turned off in the dormitory, and we are lying on the bed chatting."

"It seems to be twelve o'clock in the morning, and everyone is still awake."

"Suddenly we heard some very strange noises."

"Like someone kept kicking the wall."

"It's not that hard, but it always feels crazy."

"In the dormitory, everyone sat up and felt very strange."

"Because the voice seemed to come from upstairs."

"But that's unlikely."

"The second floor and the third floor are always occupied by the first and second graders."

"But it was actually a holiday at that time. They were all on holiday, and only our third year of high school was still there."

"The upper floor is the staff dormitory arranged by the school, and some teachers will live there."

"Most teachers have families and rarely come back to live."

"There are still some who left because of the holiday."

"There was only one teacher upstairs that day, surnamed Huang."

"He seems to have a disease that can't be cured, and it can be inherited, maybe it can be contagious?"

"I don't know, I only know that his wife divorced him, and he lives upstairs alone."

"At twelve o'clock in the morning, why did Mr. Huang kick the wall?"

"The wall kicking just got louder and louder."

"Finally I couldn't help it, and I crawled out of bed, trying to hear what was going on through the window."

"Just approached the window."

"Boom and bang."

"The window net is ringing."

"There are two shoes that fell from upstairs and hit them."

"One bounced straight to the ground."

"There's another one, just hanging on the window net."

"I took a look at the shoes."

"There is still mud on the soles of the shoes, it doesn't look like they are drying on the window sill and being blown down by the wind."

"Something doesn't seem right."

"At that time, I thought that Mr. Huang might be ill."

"I want someone to go upstairs with me."

"But they don't want to wake up."

"I went by myself."

"There are voice-activated lights in the corridor, but it was too late that day, and I didn't dare to turn them on."

"Go through the corridor in the dark and go upstairs."

"Many third-year students on the first floor were awake, and I could hear them whispering."

"But there are no students on the second floor."

"Not on the third floor either."

"Dark, quiet."

"It's like the whole dormitory building, I'm the only living person, going upstairs alone."

"I was a little scared, so I quickened my pace, and soon reached the fourth floor."

"I thought it would be better if Mr. Huang was on the fourth floor."

"But I didn't expect that the fourth floor would become very strange."

"The corridor is dark, without any light."

"A gust of cold wind, blowing from nowhere, blowing through the clothes and blowing into the bones."

"It's really cold."

"What's even more frightening is that I can feel that something is watching me all the time."

"I can't see it, but it's always, always looking at me!"

"I told myself that it was just an illusion, but I was still terrified. I clenched my fists and started running slowly. I walked through locked doors in the dark and stopped in front of Teacher Huang's door."

"I thought that as long as I entered the room and Mr. Huang was there, the feeling of being spied on would disappear."

"I was wrong."

"I pushed open the door in a panic and got into Teacher Huang's room, but there was no Teacher Huang in the room, and the feeling of being spied on was even stronger."

"That's definitely not an illusion."

"It's as if you know someone must be behind you, but when you turn around, you can't see him at all!"

"I asked loudly, is it Teacher Huang? Who is it?"

"No one answered me."

"The corridors are empty."

"Teacher Huang's room is also empty."

"If Teacher Huang is not here, who is kicking the wall? Who lost the shoe?"

"Just as I was thinking that, I suddenly heard the sound of kicking the wall again."

"That voice is in Teacher Huang's room."

"No longer crazy, become unhurried, very regular."

"One, two, three!"

"But there's no one in the room!"