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After coming out of the teaching building, I took my three children and headed straight to the laboratory building.

It's impossible not to worry about a living person disappearing right before your eyes. Although the disappearance is probably a trick they staged themselves, as an adult, the first thing I have to consider at this time is her safety.

Because I'm the only one who knows that this school might actually be haunted.

Ignoring the barrage of water friends, I walked along the weed-covered road to the entrance of the experimental building.

There are six floors in total, and it looks much larger than the teaching building.

"This is what Japanese elite education is like. Students only learn limited theoretical knowledge in the classroom. Most of the teaching content is conducted in the laboratory building. They pay more attention to practical abilities."

"Damn it, the Japanese and puppet troops haven't left yet!"

"Get out of my way, my grandfather used this grenade to sink the Japanese submarine!"

"It's crazy upstairs..."

The door to the laboratory building was locked and had a seal attached. I walked closer and looked. Although the seal was old, it had not been torn, which meant that the door had never been opened since it was closed.

"Then there is no need to check this building." If no one can get in, there is no need to worry about Shen Meng being brought inside.

"Anchor, look here." As if something was playing a joke on me, Hideki pointed to the window of a room on the left side of the first floor: "You can get in from here!"

I came to the window. All the windows were sealed and locked, except this one which was half open.

As if to tell me that someone had just entered here, the window was half-open and half-closed, and made a whining sound when the wind blew.

"You guys wait outside, I'll go in and take a look first."

"How can that be done? Shen Meng is my girlfriend, I must go in."

"Let's all look for it together. One more person will bring more strength." Xiumu was almost beaten by Xue Fei just now, but now he is a little more honest.

The two of them insisted on coming, and they couldn't leave the youngest Yingzi outside alone: ​​"Okay, let's go in together. Don't panic if there is danger."

After I finished speaking, I raised the camera with one hand and was the first to enter the room.

This should be an art classroom. There are old drawing boards piled up in the corner. If you flip through a few, you can vaguely see the slightly ferocious colors on them.

"Their art tastes are just different." I closed the drawing board and waved my mobile phone to illuminate it. Suddenly, a dull human face appeared in my eyes. I was startled. When I looked closer, I realized that it was just a plastic model.

"If a guy with poor psychological quality saw this thing at night, he would probably be scared to tears." The plastic model blocked the door. I wanted to hold him aside, but once I got my hands on it, I realized that this thing was not hollow, but very heavy. , it feels like I am holding a living person.

Laying it flat on the ground, I looked at the model's face. I didn't know which naughty student had drawn it. The model's face was painted with various colors. And I also found that there was a word written on the model's bare head. Name - Guo Junjie.

"Is this painted by Guo Junjie?" I soon realized that I had guessed wrong. Looking along the top of my head, I saw that the entire back of the model was covered with all kinds of insulting words.

"Poor child." There will be a child like this in every class. They are taciturn and not good at talking. They always become the punching bag of the whole class for no reason, and are isolated and bullied.

There are traces of the words on the back of the model being wiped by clothes, but there are more abusive words densely packed together above the wipe marks.

I imagined the scene in my mind. A poor child was holding a model and desperately wiping it with his school uniform. However, the people around him were laughing wildly and writing on the model with oil pens dipped in paint. They wrote crazy and malicious words on the surface that the child had wiped clean. Places, even written on the children's clothes, body and face.

Some people say that children are always innocent, because sometimes, even they themselves don’t know how abominable their behavior is.

Touching the model's head, I remembered myself when I was very young: "There was a time when I was always bullied."

"What happened next?" Xiumu and Xue Fei entered the art room.

I grinned: "Later, I put a fruit knife in my schoolbag."

"Let me go, the anchor also had such a hot past? What about next?"

"Later on, I was expelled from school and stopped studying for a long time. In the end, I had no choice but to go to the police academy." I said with a bit of vicissitudes on my face: "If I could have swallowed my anger at that time, maybe I would become a lawyer or a doctor now."

When he touched the door, someone violently removed the door lock, and the lock rolled down into the middle of the drawing board.

"There are no traces of using tools. It looks like it was dragged down." I opened the door a crack, and the corridor outside was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

"Let's go, you'll never find Shen Meng if you hide here." Xiumu urged. He didn't look worried about Shen Meng. Instead, his eyes were shining and he was very excited.

"You three had better hold hands and walk against the wall. If you encounter something beyond ordinary people's cognition, you should immediately return the same way. Do you understand?" I repeatedly warned, for fear that something would happen to the children again.

"You should worry about yourself, it's so verbose." Shen Meng disappeared and Xue Fei became very impatient.

I stopped talking, used my mobile phone to illuminate, and moved step by step against the wall.

"Bang..." Someone kicked something over. The sound was very small, but it was heard clearly in the silent laboratory building.

"It wasn't us." The four people stood there, making sure there was nothing under their feet.

"Bang..." Not long after, the strange sound sounded again.

Xiumu tugged on my clothes: "It seems to be coming from the innermost part of the first floor. Come on, let's go take a look."

My original intention was to check each classroom one by one, but since he said so, I always feel uneasy if I don't take a look.

Passing by two laboratories that were used for unknown purposes, there was a staircase leading to the second floor in front of them. When the light illuminated it, there were no more than twelve steps.

"Hey, have you ever heard the story of the Thirteen Steps? Legend has it that when a bad boy comes to school at midnight, there will be one more step than the twelve steps he usually walks. As long as you step on that step, you can enter another level. A world." Hideki whispered mysteriously.

"Can you be quiet for a while?" Xue Fei pushed Xiu Mu into the corner: "Stop telling those stories! There are no ghosts in the world."

Watching the two people arguing, I felt inexplicably irritated.

"What I heard is that as long as you step on those steps, you will see what you will look like after death, because the thirteenth step is your corpse."

Of course I have heard the story of the Thirteen Steps, and before coming here, because this word appeared in the mission prompts of the Underworld Show, I also searched various versions online.

"Anchor, are you telling the truth?" The two said in unison, and I couldn't see their expressions clearly in the darkness.

"It must be a lie. It's just a story made up by others. If you want to listen, I can tell you about it for three days and three nights after I find Shen Meng."

We passed by the stairs and groped toward the sound.

"Bang, bang..."

Finally, the four of us reached the deepest part of the first floor of the experimental building, and at this moment, the strange sound suddenly stopped.

"It should have come from here, right?" The three grown men looked at each other. The toilet built in the deepest part of the experimental building turned out to be a toilet.

I picked up the camera and looked at the screen of my phone. If there was anything unclean in the toilet, it should be captured.

"I'll go in first, you guys stay outside."

When I opened the bathroom door, there was no unpleasant smell inside. After all, five years had passed.

After entering, the first thing you see is the sink. There is a huge mirror directly above the three basins.

Covered with cracks and dust, there are scarlet letters written in paint: "Kill you! Kill you all! Die! Die! Die!"

"How much resentment does this have?" I wiped the mirror with my palms. Maybe it was because of the viewing angle, but the image of myself in the mirror was so blurry that I wasn't sure it was me.

When I twisted the faucet, the first two were broken. When I twisted the third one, there was a "gurgling" sound in the water pipe, and soon a thick liquid flowed out.

"No, it won't be blood, right?"

He stretched out his hand to take a little bit and held it in front of his eyes...