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"Someone jumped off the building!"

The horrified shouts, like thunder, suddenly exploded in the quiet campus.

"Jump off the building?"

"Who jumped off the building?"

The students in the classroom were stunned for a moment, full of shock.

Immediately afterwards, he stood up with a roar and rushed to the window.

Many heads were crowded in front of the glass, looking down.

On the concrete floor below the fourth floor.

A girl is lying on the ground in a twisted posture.

Dark red blood splashed around.

Like fireworks blooming wantonly.

shocking!

"Mom!"

Some people were so frightened by this bloody and terrifying scene that they sat on the ground.

Someone covered his mouth and ran far away.

There are also teachers or school janitors running towards this direction.

The scene was very chaotic.

"Someone really jumped off the building!"

"Who is that?"

"It's so miserable. Why is it so hard to think about?"

"It seems to be that person"

Every window in the teaching building was crowded with people pointing at the dead girls.

Bang bang bang!

The teacher adjusted his reading glasses and tapped the table with his pointer.

"Stop looking, stop looking, go back to your seats!"

"It's class, what are you talking about!"

"Teacher, someone jumped off the building outside, who still has the energy to attend class!" a classmate said.

"Does it have anything to do with you when someone jumps off a building? To study, you have to be blind to what's going on outside the window!" the teacher said with a straight face.

"Wow, Teacher Ge, you are too cold-blooded!"

"After all, those are our alumni, too."

"Learning knowledge is important, but our mental health is also important."

The students have one theory after another.

It seems that apart from studying, he is quite capable of everything else.

"Quiet!"

The teacher was a little angry.

"Go back to your seats. Anyone who refuses to listen will have their credits deducted!"

This trick was more effective than anything else, and the students returned to their seats obediently.

But no one was interested in listening anymore, and they were discussing quietly but intensely.

The teacher then walked to the window and took a look outside.

I don’t know if it was because he was older, but he screamed in fright and almost lost his balance.

The students burst into laughter and gloated.

"This is a self-study class."

The teacher looked uneasy and hurried away without saying anything. He even forgot to take the lesson plan with him.

Now the discussion in the classroom became even more unscrupulous.

"Oh my God, I just told a ghost story about jumping off a building, and someone jumped off a building. There is no connection. It's so scary!"

Tong Xiaoqian covered half of her face with a book like a thief, revealing a pair of uneasy eyes, looking left and right in fear.

"It's just a coincidence, it's okay." Li Ritian comforted him. After all, he was the one who asked people to come over and tell ghost stories.

"The girl who jumped off the building looks familiar." The King of Bastards whispered.

"They are so unrecognizable, do you still recognize them?" Li Ritian's eyes widened.

"She seems to be the school beauty of the literature department, Zhou Feiran."

"When you put it that way, it sounds a bit like it."

"Oh my god!" Tong Xiaoqian's expression turned even more ugly, "She happens to be the school beauty too! No way, no way, it doesn't have anything to do with me!"

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you." I confirmed, "So, you can continue to tell the rest of the ghost story."

"Boss Li, do you still have humanity?" Tong Xiaoqian looked shocked and unbelievable, "At this time, you still ask me to tell ghost stories!"

Li Ritian and the King of Bastards looked at each other.

"It's indeed a bit inhumane to tell ghost stories in this atmosphere, so - just finish it quickly and you'll be fine!"

"You guys are all in the same boat!"

"It's okay. Brother Ritian is here to protect you. If he is gone, I can't let you go!" The King of Bastards patted Li Ritian on the shoulder.

Tong Xiaoqian snorted contemptuously, still looking downcast.

"Hey, classmate Xiaoqian, do you still want to eat hot pot? If you give up halfway, the hot pot will be gone when you reach your mouth." Li Ritian still knows this female classmate better.

Only good food can defeat a foodie.

"Think of the spicy and fragrant soup base, the tender and refreshing veal, the oily but not greasy pork belly, and the crispy texture of the fresh tripe."

"You guys are going too far!"

Tong Xiaoqian's tears flowed out of her mouth unsatisfactorily. After struggling for a while, she slapped the textbook on the table.

"Ah! I will risk my life for the hot pot!"

"I, Tong Xiaoqian, have been honest and aboveboard throughout my life. I have never done anything wrong, and I am not afraid of ghosts knocking on my door!"

"It's just a ghost story!"

"What are you afraid of!"

With that posture, those who didn't know it thought she was going to die heroically.

"Go on."

Tong Xiaoqian took a deep breath and spoke very quickly.

"The classical goddess couldn't stand the pressure of public opinion, so she committed suicide by jumping off the building."

"The Prince of Love Songs was so distraught that he fell ill and passed away not long after."

"Two people were killed in a row. The playboy was also a little panicked. He broke up with his school beauty girlfriend and didn't dare to come to school again for a long time."

"The school beauty has also disappeared mysteriously since then."

"Later, some students climbed over the wall to go online in the middle of the night. When they passed by the activity center, they heard someone singing inside."

"It seems to be Jay Chou's love song."

"There are also people who have seen the figure of a woman in ancient costume in the mirror of the dressing room behind the stage."

"It took a few months for the playboy to dare to go back to school."

"But he never dared to come into the activity center again."

"On the death anniversary of the classical goddess the next year, he suddenly ran into the activity center."

"What's even weirder is that his movements at that time were as if there was an invisible person forcefully pushing him over."

"He knelt in the center of the stage, crying and saying sorry, and kept kowtowing."

"It won't stop until my head is bleeding."

"Someone had the guts to pull him, but before they could get to him, he fell for no reason and couldn't get past him no matter what."

"He just kowtowed to death."

“Later, it was discovered that he was holding a dancing shoe in his hand after he died.

"The dancing shoes were stained red with blood."

Tong Xiaoqian told the story in one breath, without stopping in the middle.

"That's it!"

"Now you are satisfied!"

I nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, your story-telling ability is much better than the two of them! Go on! Tell all the ghost stories you know!"

"I still want to talk about it!" Tong Xiaoqian almost cried, "Are all of you who write horror novels such perverts?"

Wuwuwu——

At this time, the sounds of ambulances and police cars sounded outside.

After a moment of noise, the ambulance drove away.

Some students were lying by the window watching.

The building downstairs has been protected by police tape, and forensic scientists are surveying the scene.

Several other policemen hurriedly went up to the teaching building, probably to the roof.

What they want to find out now is whether the deceased committed suicide or was a homicide.

The whole campus was in a state of excitement, with students on three floors outside watching the excitement.

Almost every year there are news about students jumping off buildings, which does not seem to be a particularly abnormal thing.

I suddenly remembered something and turned around to ask Tong Xiaoqian.

"Do you know which building in the school the classical goddess jumped from?"

Tong Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment, and then her face turned extremely pale.

"It seems like this is our building."