Super thriller live broadcast

The reddish-brown mud was mixed with fine gravel, and the touch from the fingertips did not feel like blood.

"It's a false alarm." Turning off the faucet, the "gurgling" sound in the pipes stopped.

"This place is full of weirdness, but there are no traces of evil spirits at work. It's like dirty things are deliberately playing hide and seek with me." I have been under great pressure, and this live broadcast mission is even worse than waiting to die in the Anxin Hotel. It was torturous, as if there was a big hand controlling my destiny in the invisible darkness. This feeling was terrible.

Pushing open the door in the inner room, individual seats appeared one by one.

"Chen Meng? Are you there?" There was no response, so I tried to push open the small door of the compartment.

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Xiumu didn't know when he came in. He grabbed my hand that opened the door and said, "Anchor, you should know the taboos in the toilet. If you push the ajar door late at night, the ghost doll trapped inside may be captured."

"Ghost doll?"

"There used to be a beggar girl in this school. I heard that she got pregnant by someone else when she was only sixteen years old. There was no news about her transfer to another school. Poor Hanako committed suicide in this toilet."

"If the man is of age, he can be sentenced to death legally." I said expressionlessly, shook off Xiumu's hand, and pushed open the door of the first room.

There was moss growing in the middle of the broken porcelain pieces, and the walls were mottled with something smeared on them.

"Don't take it seriously? These stories passed down on campus must have some basis." Xiumu ran to the second door: "Before opening the door, you should knock on the door and ask."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and knocked on the white-painted door: "Is there anyone there? Miss Hanako, I'm here to play with you."

The strange behavior, the low voice, coupled with this specific environment, gave rise to an inexplicable sense of fear.

I took a breath, raised the camera, and opened the door in sequence as quickly as possible.

"Pah! Pah! Pah...bang!"

After opening the last door, the familiar "bang bang" sound appeared again.

"That's weird, is this door locked?" As we all know, the bathroom door can only be locked from the inside. I motioned the three children to move back and tapped the ground gently with my right foot.

"What are you going to do?"

"Bang!" A loud noise spread throughout the laboratory building, and I kicked the door open.

The camera was pointed at the location. Although there were no ghosts or ghosts in the picture, it still surprised me.

There was a stuffed toy with its head screwed off on the toilet.

After dusting off the dust on it, I zoomed in and said, "It looks like it was something from a long time ago."

The head of the toy was cut off with scissors, revealing the tattered cotton wool inside. Upon closer inspection, I found two obscure Chinese characters written on the belly of the stuffed toy.

"Xue Fei?"

Too much time has passed and the font is blurry. I can only half-recognize and half-guess: "Same name and surname? Or..."

"Anchor, what did you see?" Xiumu and Xue Fei came over.

"It's okay, it's just a broken toy." I threw it away without changing my expression: "Chen Meng is not here, keep looking. The night is long and there are many dreams. We can't waste any more time."

After leaving the toilet on the first floor, we went to the second floor. When we went upstairs, Hideki even counted the steps under his feet. To his disappointment, there were only twelve steps and there was no extra step.

Most of the classrooms on the second floor are locked, and only the doors of the music classroom and health room can be opened.

The two rooms were far apart. I took the camera and pushed open the door of the health room first. The beds were separated by curtains, and they were so tight that I couldn't see anything in the clinic.

"Povidone iodine, alcohol, reagents..." The cabinet at the door was littered with various medicines, and yellow-brown used bandages were thrown on the floor. Further forward, you could see scattered medical records.

I bent down and picked it up. The year was mostly five years ago. The paper had been gnawed by mice and the handwriting was blurred. The word Guo Junjie could be vaguely seen in the name column.

"It seems that the child is a frequent visitor here. Not only does he suffer mental humiliation, but he is also often physically tortured." Somewhat surprisingly, all the photos on the medical records were torn off, and the child's appearance seemed to be from this place. A secret that the school cannot reveal.

"The left ear is slightly injured, the little finger is slightly fractured, and there are many bruises on the thigh..." The records on each medical record are not serious, but the frequent concentration of so many injuries on one person can already explain a lot of problems.

"Weak people are bullied. If they don't resist and suffer silently, those people will get worse."

Pulling back the curtains beside the bed, the puddles of blood on the dilapidated hospital bed looked shocking.

Although a long time has passed, the blood stains have solidified on the sheets, and the color is no longer bright, but I can still feel a bit shuddering.

"What happened? Why was there so much blood?"

I rummaged through the cabinet and finally found a case sheet with a date closest to today.

"Falled from a high place, pelvic cavity shattered, internal organs bleeding extensively, skull cracked..." These symptoms reminded me of a rumor on the Internet about Xinhu High School. Before the school was completely closed, many students had jumped to their deaths.

The medical records sealed in the cabinet indirectly proved that jumping off the building was not a rumor. Looking at the blood-stained bed, I couldn't figure it out.

A normal school response to a student jumping off a building would be to isolate the scene and then call 110 and 120. The body would never be moved without permission, let alone moved to the health room.

I checked several medical records one after another, and my face became serious.

"Death is not an isolated case." Before the school was closed, there were only five people who jumped from the building. This is still recorded. Excluding those who were deliberately hidden, I estimate that the number of suicides will be many.

"A lot of study pressure? Emotional disputes?" I shook my head: "Group death shows a special pattern, as if it was agreed upon."

"What happened to these students?" Five years is enough time to erase the truth, and the medical records are incomplete. Most of them can't even read their names, leaving only black and white printed photos.

"The cause of death is one of the keys to solving the mystery. You may have to stay in this health room for a while longer." I opened the curtain next to the second bed, and the sheets blackened by blood were wrinkled and gathered together.

Lifting the sheet with one hand, the highly rotted sheet was shaken open, and there was actually a school uniform wrapped inside.

I endured the rancid smell and spread my school uniform on the bed: "Wang Xiu?"

The school badge pinned to the chest of the school uniform has a name, consisting of three characters, but the last character is really blurry and unclear.

I opened the curtains of several more beds and the situation was similar. When I reached the last bed, I just grabbed the curtain and suddenly felt someone touching me from inside.

"Chen Meng?" I took two steps back. The feeling just now told me that there was definitely something hidden inside.

The phone light was turned to maximum, and the edge of the curtain was still bouncing up and down, as if there was a live fish inside that had just been caught on the shore.

"Is that you? Say something!" No one responded, so I approached again and grabbed the edge of the curtain.

"Ding ding ding!"

Suddenly there was a rapid piano sound from the other end of the corridor. I was so frightened that my hands trembled, but I didn't open it.

I picked up the camera and rushed to the classroom where the sound came from. After I left, the health room fell into dead silence, except for a plastic model arm slowly stretched out from the last bed.

"What's going on?" He panted and ran to the end of the corridor. Three children were gathered around the piano: "Were you playing just now?"

"Ask him, it's all this guy's fault!" Xue Fei pushed Xiumu in front of me.

Xiumu felt a little aggrieved: "You really wronged me this time. I didn't touch the piano at all."

"Yingzi and I were in the corridor. You were the only one in the room at that time. Didn't you play it? Did it play it by itself?" Xue Fei grabbed Hideki's collar.

Xiumu's feet were off the ground, but his voice was very stubborn: "It's not me, it's not me! There is definitely something else in this room!"

"Fart! I'm telling you, if you can't find Shen Meng today, you can't even think about going back!"

"Stop arguing, maybe it wasn't Hideki who played it just now." I grabbed the camera tightly, my palms were sweating: "The four of us are in the house now, but you hold your breath and listen carefully..."

In the corridor outside, the sound of footsteps gradually became clearer from far to near.

"It's Chen Meng!" Xue Fei let go of Xiumu's collar and ran towards the door in large strides.

I stretched out my hand to stop him, but couldn't catch him.

"Chen Meng, are you back?" The footsteps stopped at the door. Xue Fei looked up hopefully, only to see a dull plastic model face leaning crookedly into the room!