Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 27: Puppets, stairs, sounds
Chapter 27 Dolls, Stairs, Sound
After coming out of the teaching building, I took the three children to the laboratory building non-stop.
It is impossible not to worry about the disappearance of a living person under their noses. Although the disappearance is probably a trick they directed and performed, but as an adult, the first thing I should consider at this time is her safety.
Because only I know, this school might really be haunted.
Ignoring watching the barrage of water friends, I walked along the weed-covered road to the entrance of the laboratory building.
There are six floors in total, and it looks much bigger than the teaching building.
"The Japanese elite education is like this. Students only learn limited theoretical knowledge in the classroom, and most of the teaching content is carried out in the laboratory building. They pay more attention to practical ability."
"Fuck, the Japanese and puppet troops haven't left yet!"
"Get out of the way, my grandfather used this grenade to sink the Japanese submarine!"
"The upstairs is crazy..."
The door of the laboratory building is locked, and there is still a seal attached to it. I walked closer to look at it. Although the seal is old, it has not been torn, which means that the door has never been opened since it was closed.
"Then there is no need to check this building." No one can get in, so naturally there is no need to worry about Shen Meng being brought here.
"Anchor, look here." As if something was playing a joke on me, Xiumu pointed to the window of a room on the left side of the first floor: "You can get in from here!"
I went to the window and all the windows were sealed and locked except this one which was half open.
As if deliberately telling me that someone just entered from here, the window is half open and half closed, and it makes a whining sound when it is blown by the wind.
"You are waiting outside, I will go in and take a look first."
"How can I do that? Shen Meng is my girlfriend, I must go in."
"Let's look for it together, one more person is more strength." Xiumu was almost beaten by Xue Fei just now, but now she is a little more honest.
The two of them insisted on coming, so they couldn't throw the youngest Yingzi outside alone: "Okay, then let's go in together, don't panic if you encounter danger."
After speaking, I raised the camera with one hand and entered the room first.
This should be an art classroom. There are old drawing boards piled up in the corner, and when you open a few, you can vaguely see the slightly hideous colors on them.
"They have different tastes in art." Closed the drawing board, waved the mobile phone to light up, and a dull human face suddenly appeared in my eyes. Model.
"If someone with poor mental quality sees this thing at night, he will probably cry in fright." The plastic model blocked the door, and I wanted to hug him aside, but when I got started, I realized that this thing is not hollow , very heavy, it feels like hugging a real person to me.
Lying it flat on the ground, I purposely looked at the face of the model. I don’t know which naughty student sketched it. The face of the model was painted with various colors. There is a name on it - Guo Junjie.
"Is this drawn by Guo Junjie?" Soon I realized that I was wrong. Looking along the head, the entire back of the model was covered with all kinds of abusive 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, isolated and bullied.
The text on the back of the model has been wiped by clothes, but there are more abusive words densely packed together on the wiped traces.
Conceive the picture in my mind at that time, a poor child hugged the model and wiped it with his school uniform desperately, but the people around laughed wildly and wrote on the model with an oil pen dipped in paint, crazy and malicious. Wipe it clean, even write on the child's clothes, body, face.
Some people say that children are always innocent, because sometimes, even they themselves don't know how heinous their behavior is.
Passing the model's head, I thought of myself when I was very young: "I was always bullied for a while."
"What happened next?" Xiumu and Xue Fei turned into the art room.
I grinned: "Later, I put a fruit knife in my schoolbag."
"I'll go, the anchor has such a burning past? What about later?"
"Later, I was expelled from the school and suspended for a long time. In the end, I had no choice but to go to the police academy." Doctor."
When I touched the door, the lock was violently removed, and the lock head rolled to the middle of the drawing board.
"There is no trace of using tools, it looks like it was pulled down." I opened the door a crack, and the corridor outside was dark, and I couldn't see anything.
"Let's go, you will never find Shen Meng if you hide here." Xiu Mu urged, seeing that he was not worried about Shen Meng, but his eyes were shining brightly, very excited.
"The three of you had better hold hands and walk against the wall. If you encounter something beyond ordinary people's cognition, you should immediately go back the same way. Do you understand?" accident.
"You should worry about yourself, it's really wordy." Xue Fei became very irritable when Shen Meng disappeared.
I stopped talking, used my mobile phone to illuminate, and moved step by step against the wall.
"Boom..." Someone kicked something over, the sound was very small, but it was very clear in the silent laboratory building.
"We didn't send it." The four stood in place, making sure that there was nothing under their feet.
"Boom..." Not long after, the strange voice sounded again.
Xiumu tugged at my clothes: "It seems to be coming from the innermost part of the first floor, let's go and have a look together."
My original intention was to check each classroom one by one, but since he said so, if I don't go and have a look, I always feel uneasy.
Passing by two laboratories for unknown purpose, in front of it is the stairs leading to the second floor, when the light shines, there are no more, no less, twelve steps.
"Hey, have you ever heard the story of the thirteen steps? It is said that when a bad boy comes to school at midnight, there will be an extra step for the twelve steps that he usually walks. Can enter another world." Hideki whispered mysteriously.
"Can you be quiet for a while?" Xue Fei pushed Xiumu to the corner: "Stop telling those stories! There are no ghosts in the world."
Looking at the two people in the quarrel, I feel inexplicably irritable.
"What I heard is that as long as you step on that step, you will see your own appearance after death, because the thirteenth step is your own corpse."
Of course I have heard the story of the thirteen steps, and before coming here, because this word appeared in the task prompt of the underworld show, I also searched for various versions on the Internet.
"Anchor, is what you said true?" The two spoke in unison, and I couldn't see their expressions clearly in the dark.
"It must be a fake, it's just a story made up by others. If you want to listen, after finding Shen Meng, I can tell you about it for three days and three nights."
We passed the stairs, groping for the source of the sound.
"Boom, boom..."
Finally, the four of us reached the deepest part of the first floor of the laboratory building, and at this moment, the strange sound stopped abruptly.
"Should it be from here?" The three big men looked at each other, and the one built in the deepest part of the laboratory building turned out to be a toilet.
I picked up the camera and looked at the screen of the mobile phone. If there is something unclean in the toilet, it should be photographed.
"I'll go in first, you stay outside."
Pushing open the toilet door, there is no bad smell inside, after all, five years have passed.
After entering, the first thing you see is the washstand, and a huge mirror is attached directly above the three sinks.
Cracks and dust, and scarlet lettering written in paint: "Kill you! Kill you! Die! Die! Die!"
"How much resentment is this?" Wiping the mirror with his palm, it may be because of the perspective problem, the self in the mirror is so blurry that I am not sure that it is me.
Twisting the faucet, the first two were broken. When I twisted the third one, there was a "gurgling" sound in the water pipe, and a sticky liquid flowed out after a while.
"No, it can't be blood?"
reached out and picked it up, and brought it to my eyes...