Chapter 405 Horror Rubik’s Cube Six Paths of Reincarnation Hell Road All Beings Are Ghosts (35)

Cellulu retracted her gaze from the closed gap between the two school gates, looked up at the exterior of the school, the gate was made of iron, two people were tall enough, painted with gray-white primer, and three people next to her came. The high gray cement wall looks almost colorless, and in the night, it looks dull but oppressive.

Compared with ordinary schools, it is obvious that the gate and the wall are too dense, and it looks like a cage that closes and locks everything inside.

Cellulu glanced at the vertical school plaque hanging on the side of the gate, on which Long Feifengwu wrote four big characters—Fen Ding Middle School.

Cellulu’s eyes that she had just retracted immediately returned to focus, and she stared at the school plaque with a blank expression for a while, and then she realized that the name of the school should be Mosquito Lamp Middle School, but the plaque was probably a few years old, and it was inscribed on it. The black handwriting has been partially peeled off, which led to such a scary name at first glance.

It’s so easy to misread it, and the school doesn’t care? Don’t you feel unlucky?

Cellulu flashed this thought, and did not continue to think about it. She walked to the small iron door on the other side of the gate, next to the reception room. light is emitted.

Celluloid raised her hand and knocked on the window glass. After waiting for a while, the dark red corduroy curtain was slowly pulled open, and an old face with folds and yellow like dry bark suddenly appeared on the glass.

Cellulu stared at him blankly, and her old face stared blankly at her. The two sides looked at each other silently for five or six seconds, and neither of them said a word.

For a moment, the old face seemed to be unable to hold back. Finally, the glass window opened, and the owner of the old face leaned out slightly. It turned out to be a hunchbacked old man in his sixties.

The old man drooped his eyelids, making it impossible to see the emotions in his cloudy eyes. Before he could speak, he coughed a few times before he asked slowly.

“Which class? Report your name, why are you coming back so late?”

The old man’s voice was unusually hoarse and low, and his words were still slurred, as if a few mouthfuls of old phlegm were stuck in his throat, which made people feel a kind of unspeakable physical discomfort.

“Celullu, Class 25 of Secondary School.” Cellulu replied calmly, without saying a single word.

In order to increase her conviction, she also took out a textbook with her name and class number from her schoolbag.

This schoolbag should have landed in the dead man’s ditch long ago, but it was miraculously transformed by the ghost brother. Although he himself did not know where Shenyin went before he arrived at the school gate, Cellullu didn’t care.

The old man glanced at the textbook, lowered his head, and picked up a roster from the table. After flipping through it for a while, he snorted.

“I found it, Celluloid.”

Celluloid glanced at it, and found that there were two stacks of rosters, one was a black-bottomed hard-covered notebook with a narrow strip of plaster on it, with blue ballpoint pen handwriting similar to that of the second and fifth classes in the middle school. A pile of yellow notebooks, at a glance, can only see that the top one has the words “night” written on it.

night one? What do you mean by night shift? Does this school have night classes? No wonder the classroom building is still lit at night.

Cellulu thought about it in her head, the small door in front of her opened, the old man stood by the door, said hurry in, and waited beside her.

Cellulu tightened her bag and walked into Mosquito Lamp Middle School.

With a bang, the sound of the door closing behind her, Cellulu looked back, and found that the old man was still standing by the small door, motionless, under the shadows, his face could not be seen clearly, he just felt like a frozen statue.

Cellulu stood still, and he didn’t move either. After watching for a while, Cellulu turned around and continued to walk towards the school.

After walking a few dozen steps or so, she turned back again, and from a distance, the old man was still standing by the door, as if he didn’t plan to leave unless he saw her entering the teaching building or the dormitory building with his own eyes.

Cellulo stopped paying attention to her back, and turned to look at the layout of the school in front of her.

She stood at the entrance of a boulevard, with rows of old willows about several decades old on both sides. The willow branches were luxuriant and drooping, making it seem airtight, and almost only the bottom of the trunk could be seen.

The night wind blew, and countless wickers swayed gently, and under the hazy light of Mao Moon, black silhouettes of open teeth and claws were cast on the ground.

There were countless shadowy projections of willow branches on Cellulu’s face and body while walking, making her look mottled and fragmented, as if she would suddenly be torn apart in the next moment.

Really talented design, I don’t know how the night school students feel when they walk this road every night, Celluloid’s expressionless face radiates thinking.

After passing through the boulevard, there is a standard 400-meter oval playground, and after this, there is a huge circular flower bed.

A bunch of green plants are densely planted in the flower bed. When you look at it at night, you can see a large mass of pitch blackness. Even the hidden person can’t see it. There are also three mulberry trees planted in the middle of the flower bed, but it seems that the planting years are different. However, the mulberry tree in the middle is obviously much taller than the two surrounding trees.

Celluloid went around the flower bed and looked at the building complex behind. There were five buildings behind, all four stories high and symmetrically distributed in pairs. The middle extension line.

After Cellulu had finished looking at it, she was about to continue walking when she suddenly seemed to realize something and suddenly stopped.

She observed the layout of the five buildings again, then looked back at the circular flower bed behind it, and the three trees in the flower bed, and suddenly whispered something to herself.

“Isn’t this an enlarged version of the tombstone and incense burner?”

The five buildings are put together. From the sky, the edges are connected like a rectangular tombstone with a spire, while the circular flower bed is a huge incense burner, and the three trees inside are three incense sticks, which is the most unlucky. Two short one long fragrance.

Cellulu understood, and muttered to herself in a low voice, “Intentional? Or a coincidence?”

If this design is intentional, it should have some purpose. Otherwise, with this kind of feng shui, even if there are many young students in the school and the yang energy is strong, it will be dead for a long time.

If it was a coincidence, it would be even more unfortunate, and I don’t know how to form such a natural pattern of great evil.

However, there are too few clues at present, and we can only take a step by step.

Looking back at the two buildings closest to her, both of which were teaching buildings, without hesitation, Cellulu walked into the first building on the left, which was the brightly lit building she had just seen.

As for the first teaching building on the right, there is almost no light on the whole, but some white lights are lit in several rooms on several floors. Looking at it at night, this scarce light makes the whole building a bit gloomy.

As soon as I stepped into the teaching building, Celluloid smelled a strange smell that I couldn’t tell. Similar smell, but after walking a few steps, it seems that the sense of smell is used to it, and the smell seems to disappear and can’t be smelled anymore.

There are a row of shop windows on each wall of the teaching building lobby, and there are many photos and posters posted. Celluloid went to one of the walls and took a look. There were a lot of school notices and student activity displays.

A poster introduces the student sports meeting that seems to have just ended. There are many black and white photos next to it. There are photos of students sprinting on the track, photos of two classes fighting tug-of-war, and teachers and classmates cheering for the students participating in the competition. There are also photos of school leaders speaking to all teachers and students on the playground, etc.

However, it seems that because the film is not very good, the pigments in the developed photos are quite dull, making the people and the environment in the photos cast a dim and unclear feeling.

After taking a few glances, Cellulu walked to the other side of the window and found that this long sticker was full of portraits of different teachers.

Celluloid’s eyes fell on one of the black-and-white photos. A young woman in her twenties was smiling shyly and shyly. She was wearing a plain white shirt. The photo showed a half-buttoned, neatly straight neckline.

The following experience introduction says that she graduated from **** Teachers College, joined the year: xx75~xx81, taught Chinese, served as the head teacher of the third and second class of middle school, and the head teacher of the first and second class of high school, etc. What outstanding and outstanding work performance has she made? , was rated as the school’s advanced teacher in xx80.

Cellulu picked up a few more people and looked at them. They were basically similar introductions. However, Cellulu noticed one thing. Everyone’s teaching years are actually dates with beginnings and ends, and none of the teachers’ teaching years follow. The words ‘-to date’ are written, and the termination time is in the second year of the award.

That is to say, these teachers who have won various awards all left the school in the second year after the award? Is this quitting your job? or other reasons?

Looking at the young faces that are serious, shy, or smiling, Celluloid always has an indescribable strange feeling, perhaps because these photos are in black and white, so it is easy to think of Still photo?

However, from what she observed, the age of this place should still be in the age of only black and white photos, so it cannot be generalized.

Cellulu turned around and walked quickly across the lobby, leaving the two rows of shop windows behind her, so she didn’t see the moment when she turned her back to these shop windows, all the people in the black and white photos, no matter if they were big head portraits, The teachers, students, and classmates at the sports meeting all turned their heads and turned their bodies in unison, all empty but maliciously looking at Celluloid.

As if feeling something, Cellulu looked back, but she didn’t notice anything different. She thought about it and walked back to the window again, but what she saw was the same as before.

She looked at it for a while, but turned around and left, the photo behind her was silent, only her eyes rolled and glanced at Cellulu.

At this moment, in front of Cellulu, there is a staircase leading to the upper floor, a long corridor on the left, classrooms on both sides, and a corridor on the right, but it is relatively short, with teachers’ offices and some The functional room, at the end, has a small door, next to a slightly dim corner, which also seems to be an upward staircase.

Instead of going upstairs in a hurry, Cellulu walked into the corridor on the left first and observed the classrooms on both sides.

In the two classrooms closest to her, one had a protruding sign on the front door that read Form 11, the other read Form 12, and so on, all the way to Form 16 at the end.

The lights were on in every classroom, and the voice of the teacher lecturing came from the closed door. Celluloid stood on tiptoe and looked in through the glass of the back door of one classroom.

The students looked up and listened to the lecture, burying their heads in taking notes from time to time. A middle-aged male teacher stood in front of him and explained it with spittle.

However, these students who listened to the lecture looked quite old, and the youngest seemed to be in their early twenties. Obviously, they should be the so-called night students.

Cellulu walked all the way, all night school students were in class, and at the end of the corridor, there was also a staircase going up, and there was an exit next to it, leading to the outside, but at this time the door to the exit had been locked.

Cellulu looked at this side of the corridor and then looked at the other side of the corridor. The small door out there was also locked. It seemed that only the door in the middle could pass at night.

She went up the second floor from the main staircase in the middle, and there was a lot of loud noises on the second floor. Cellulu walked all the way and found that the classroom was no longer a night student, but a student of her age. Students, in front of the podium, the teacher sat with his head down and corrected something, his expression was loose, even though the students below were a little noisy, he didn’t say anything to stop it.

Is this a self-study at night? However, the middle life seems to be unnecessary.

Cellulu withdrew her gaze and walked quickly to the back door of Class Two and Five of Middle School. This should be her class, right?

Cellulu probed in and took a look. The class was full, and only one seat was vacant, which spared Cellulu, who was still thinking about where she was sitting, from guessing and inquiring.

Cellulu counted, including her, there were 48 students in the second and fifth class.

The classmates were either doing their homework, or reading a book, or taking a nap on their stomachs, or a few people at the front and back tables were whispering. It’s not too big, and there are no students standing up and running around. Everyone sits in their own seats. Behind the podium, sits the teacher of their class. This is a man in his forties with glasses. He lowered his head to correct something, so Cellulu couldn’t see his appearance for a while.

Cellulu looked at the only vacant seat. The position that should belong to her by default was in the second row and the third row. It was considered to be in the center of the entire class. As she walked along the way, she would inevitably be noticed by most of the class. To, however, celluloid doesn’t matter.

She entered the classroom with a blank face and walked towards her seat. Wherever she passed, all the students couldn’t help but look up at her. Cellulu couldn’t tell what emotion was in that glance, or there was no emotion at all, anyway. , her addition did not seem to have alarmed the class.

However, this is normal. A familiar classmate enters the classroom, even if it is a little late for self-study in the evening, it will not be surprised as if seeing her for the first time.

Celluloid sat down in the empty seat, and the moment she lowered her head and put down her schoolbag, the air seemed to freeze suddenly, and a heavy, suffocating and oppressive pressure hit her face, and even the white fluorescent lights above her head suddenly jumped, and the classroom was extremely short. It got dark for a while and returned to normal brightness.

Cellulu suddenly raised her head and looked around, but she saw that everything was still as usual, as if the strangeness she felt just now was an illusion.

She was silent. At this moment, the male teacher in front seemed to suddenly notice that there was another person in the classroom, looked up at Cellulu, and said calmly.

“Celullu is here? Be careful not to go back to school too late next time.”

Then, he casually checked a notebook, and then lowered his head to correct things.

Cellulu also used this look up to see the head teacher’s appearance clearly. His facial features were normal, compared to passers-by, and he could barely get the adjective gentle and polite, although the gutter and drooping eyes made him feel gloomy and mean.

At this time, the tablemate next to her suddenly asked.

“Why did you come back so late today? Don’t you usually go back to school before dinner?”

Cellulu looked sideways at her tablemate, this was a little fat man with acne, but his face was not simple and honest, but rather cunning.

“There’s something at home that’s delayed.”

Cellulu calmly mumbled a sentence, lowered her head and took out a textbook, pretending to be reading, and casually flipping through it.

The little fat man murmured something in his mouth. Seeing that Cellulu was not interested in ignoring him, he buried himself in tearing up his notebook and started his origami career. Cellulu saw several paper airplanes on his desk. , Paper Frogs, Thousand Paper Cranes.

Cellulu looked up at the circular clock hanging on the front wall. It was a quarter past seven in the evening. Generally speaking, evening self-study usually ends at 8. I wonder if it is the same here.

As for how to go back to her dormitory after the end, I believe that as long as she is not a person with a very bad personal relationship, there should be some classmates in the dormitory who will invite her back to the dormitory together, right?

Cellulu flipped through her textbook while secretly observing her surroundings, but the students around her were not unusual, but outside, there was a sudden rumbling of thunder in the sky, followed by the sound of a few raindrops falling. After a while, it turned into a continuous roar of downpour.

“Why is it raining suddenly?”

“I didn’t bring an umbrella, I’m going to run back to the bedroom in the rain.”

“It’s really annoying. I have to take a bath and wash my clothes when I go back. I hate bathing.”

There were scattered and small complaints in the classroom, the heavy rain was still falling, and there was no sign of getting smaller. The fluorescent lamps in the classroom seemed to be unstable in voltage due to the circuit flooding and short circuit caused by the heavy rain, and the brightness also became unstable. Normally dark for a while.

It hurts the eyes too much. It seems that today’s evening self-study can end earlier. Cellulu rubbed her eyes, which were dazzled. At this moment, the lights suddenly went dark.

For a while, there were no fingers in the classroom. Cellulu’s eyes widened in vain, and she looked around, only to realize that it was not one of their classroom lights that was broken.

Celluloid remained seated, the light might come back on after a short trip, and even if it didn’t, her eyes would re-adapt to the darkness after a while, and she could see the surroundings clearly.

However, what Cellulu couldn’t understand was that the sudden power outage did not cause any change in the class, no one exclaimed, and the teacher didn’t give any hints or comfort, as if the power outage did not exist.

Everyone is so calm? After all, the rain evoked a few complaints, and Cellulu felt that this kind of reaction was not in line with normal circumstances.

The light still didn’t turn on, but it seemed that the outlines of things could gradually be seen in the pitch-black field of vision. Then, Cellulu suddenly noticed that there seemed to be many dark shadows around her?

Cellulu tried her best to widen her eyes, trying to see what it was, and the next moment, her pupils instantly contracted and expanded.

In the dark classroom, around her desk, around her desk, there was a group of classmates who were standing upright and almost pressed close to her, each with blurred faces staring at her expressionlessly, silently and silently, looking down at her condescendingly. .

This strange scene made Cellulu stand up suddenly, the chair made a sound of falling, and at this moment, the light suddenly came on,

Then, Cellulu saw that the whole class was looking at her standing suddenly in surprise from their seats.

The teacher sitting behind the podium frowned. “What’s wrong? Celluloid?”

Cellulu was startled and said casually. “Ah, just now… the power went out, I’m a little scared.”

The teacher frowned more severely.

“Power outage? Where is the power outage? You can find an excuse and find a decent one.”

No power outage? Celluloid suddenly looked directly into the teacher’s eyes, but saw that his eyes were indifferent and calm, and she couldn’t tell whether he was lying. She looked at her classmates again, and the classmates looked at her with curious, gossip eyes.

The little fat man at the same table also lay there and whispered. “You’re taking a nap and you’re confused. There’s no power outage at all.”

Celluloid remained calm, but said on her face.

“Teacher, I’m sorry, maybe I fell asleep just now and dreamed that there was a power outage.”

“Well, be careful.” The teacher nodded and let Cellulu sit down.

Cellulu looked at the people in this classroom, but felt an illusory sense of unreality. It was still pouring rain outside.

On the other side of Mosquito Lamp Town, in a dilapidated guest house, the thick curtain at the gate was suddenly lifted, and then a group of people rushed in.

“Ah~, why is it raining suddenly? The point is, in such a limited space, it is possible to simulate a rainstorm? Is it necessary? It made me soaked all over.”

The knight complained unhappily, shaking his head desperately, like a cat that was desperately throwing water after taking a shower, and a drop of water suddenly splashed around.

“Stay away from me and slap me in the face!”

Feitan was unhappy, and while cursing, he hurried away two steps and wiped the rain off his face at the same time.

Hisoka snorted in disgust.

“You can take a shower here, but I only have this outfit, what should I do?”

Although it was an ugly and strange piece of clothing that didn’t fit his aesthetic at all, it was a piece of clothing anyway.

“At least a hair dryer or dryer right?”

Illumi is not very confident to say that although he loves money and is stingy, he is not willing to feel wronged for wearing dirty and wet clothes.

Pariston also attaches great importance to appearance, and is even slightly obsessed with cleanliness. At this time, it is not only his own embarrassment that makes him feel unhappy, but this guest house makes him feel that he can’t stop, and he can’t stay for a moment. He looked around in distress. environment, sighed.

“The sanitation here is really worrying. If it wasn’t for the rain, I really want to leave here immediately.”

“That’s right, it’s too dirty to live in.” Irina immediately nodded in agreement.

She wrapped her arms around herself, so as not to lose herself with the thin and soaked clothes, although none of those men looked at her, of course, she didn’t mind that Pariston was very gentlemanly and never looked directly at her. .

Kim rolled his eyes at Pariston with contempt.

“You’re really a pampered office worker. You should really see what the state of those front-line hunters is when they’re doing their tasks. This trivial matter is called grievance?”

He didn’t care at all, whether it was the sudden heavy rain, the filthy and dilapidated guest house, or his drenched embarrassment, he had experienced it dozens of times, and it really didn’t even count.

Pariston smiled and returned with a poisonous tongue.

“I am different from Mr. Jin, who is rough-skinned and thick-skinned, but he is very slender and needs careful care.”

“I don’t have to choose now.” Chrollo said.

Feeling that the slightly long bangs after he was soaked are abnormally obstructing his vision, Ku Luoluo simply used the rainwater as a hair wax, swept his hair back, and wiped the back of his head directly, and his vision was refreshing. ‘s guest house.

There were four or five dirty benches with peeling white paint and moldy corners in the lobby. The gray floor of the cement had turned into a greasy and reflective black, and there was a strange greasy feeling on it.

There is an open arch in front of it, and a narrow and dark staircase can be seen at a glance. There are also a row of doors painted with dark green primer on both sides of the corridor. The color is dull, and the corners are wrapped in countless cobwebs and dust.

Next to the door they had just entered, there was an old yellow desk, and a fat middle-aged woman in her fifties was staring at them impatiently and said loudly.

“If you want to stay in the hotel, come here to register!”

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