Early the next morning, we all came to the abandoned toilet in No. 1 Middle School, so everyone yawned and searched back and forth in the toilet, but found nothing.
Although the toilet is clean, I always feel dirty in my heart. After searching for a while, I walked out of the toilet and started smoking at the door. Suddenly I felt someone was looking at me. I looked up and saw a tall, big, The old man with a righteous face was looking at me with strange eyes.
Zhang Sheng, I recognized it right away, it was Zhang Sheng who was pursuing Uncle Huang's granddaughter. Seeing me looking at him, Zhang Sheng exchanged glances with me, and left quickly.
But I fell into deep thought, how could Zhang Sheng be here, and looked at me with strange eyes, I subconsciously turned around, only to realize that I came out of the women's toilet, uh, I was ashamed.
The others came out sweating, and they didn't seem to find anything. Wu Jian said, "Everyone, take a break. I'll go and chat with some people." After speaking, he walked towards the shade of a tree, and , there are several middle-aged and elderly people chatting with their children under the shade of a tree.
I hesitated for a moment, and quickly followed Wu Jian's pace and walked over.
Wu Jian looked back at me, did not speak, and sat down on a bench under the shade of a tree. Under the strange gazes of several women, he nodded to them calmly and said: "It's really hot today, don't worry about it." Said, the toilets here are really clean, much cleaner than those that are cleaned by professionals."
When the topic started, a middle-aged woman said in a strange way: "What is it clean? The most unclean thing is this toilet."
Wu Jian and I looked at each other, it seemed that there was some drama, Wu Jian pretended to be surprised and said: "I think it is very clean, there is no peculiar smell, and there is not even a cigarette butt on the ground, which makes me feel embarrassed to smoke inside."
The middle-aged woman snorted, but did not answer. An old man said: "Young man, don't go to that toilet. If you really can't hold it anymore, come, there is a toilet over there." One direction is the teaching building of No. 1 Middle School.
Wu Jian asked strangely: "Why? Is this toilet not open to the public?"
The middle-aged woman said: "Bah, bah, we won't go to that toilet anymore, let me tell you, that toilet is not clean."
Wu Jian smiled and said, "There must be no ghosts."
As soon as this sentence was said, the expressions of all the people present changed slightly. After a long time, the old man said: "It's better not to go anyway."
It seems that the toilet is indeed weird. Although Huang Xiaolong and I didn't see anything strange, but listening to the old people who live here, this toilet must not be simple.
Wu Jian used his professional qualities and kept flattering the stereotypes, and the whole thing gradually became clear.
About ten years ago, a high school student in No. 1 Middle School, who was pregnant, sneaked into this toilet to give birth to a child during self-study last night, and the girl directly threw the child into the pit of the toilet, and then continued to go In class, the child is naturally dead. Later, the matter spread out for some unknown reason, and countless accusations and gossip were directed at that girl.
Then on the seventh day, the girl who was supposed to be in the hospital ran to this toilet for some reason, and wrote countless words on the wall of the toilet with blood, and then committed suicide. From that day on, this toilet has become restless. It was Director Zhang who asked someone to paint the toilet thoroughly, and it seemed that he did something right, and this incident has just passed.
Wu Jian asked: "Director Zhang? Is it the director of the school?"
The middle-aged woman said: "Yes, Director Zhang Sheng, he is a good person, and he is very caring for the students. At that time, the toilet was haunted, and one of them died when he went in. It was only after Director Zhang went that no one died. It is very good to the students, it seems that even if the girl becomes a ghost, she is not willing to harm Director Zhang."
As they said that, other people also exaggerated Zhang Sheng.
After hearing this, I became more and more puzzled. According to Uncle Huang's ghost, this Zhang Sheng is not a good person, but why is this Zhang Sheng almost a perfect man in the evaluation of other people.
The topic has already been changed, and when talking about the family's discord, Wu Jian gave me a wink, and Wu Jian and I walked aside, Wu Jian lit a cigarette and said: "It's a pity that we didn't ask about the girl who gave birth to a child and committed suicide." Who is it? I will go to the archives to check later, such a big incident happened, and someone died later, there should be a record."
I nodded, hesitated for a while, and told about Uncle Huang. Wu Jian was stunned after hearing this, and said, "There should be something wrong with Mr. Zhang."
On this point, I also agree that there are so many people in a school, and it is impossible for a director to take care of everyone in every aspect, nor should he be respected by everyone. After the incident, several people died in the toilet. How much courage and righteousness did Zhang Sheng have to go in to persuade the ghosts? Maybe I have a dark heart, but I really can't believe that a person can be so great.
After discussing with Wu Jian, I took other people to remove the newly painted wall to see if I could find the blood written by the girl and get some information from it. I also checked Zhang Sheng's situation casually, and met at dinner.
After a simple lunch, maybe the sun was too high at noon, and the people enjoying the shade had disappeared, which happened to be convenient for us to move around. Huang Xiaolong and I went to buy some simple tools, and then went back to the toilet.
Me, Huang Xiaolong, He Xiaoru, He Xiaoyong, Huang Lei, and Chen Qianqian started to work. The wall has been painted for more than 10 years, and the wall has become mottled, which is also convenient for us to work, but the paint on the wall is exceptional. thick.
He Xiaoru scratched the wall with the scraper used to scrape small advertisements, and said, "This paint is too thick."
Huang Xiaolong said: "That's right, I don't even believe that there is no problem. Who is going to put paint on the toilet layer by layer."
At this moment, Chen Qianqian uttered an exclamation. We hurriedly looked and saw Chen Qianqian pointing at the wall with a terrified face, and several dark red words had already appeared on the wall.
We walked over to see that Chen Qianqian had already scraped off the thick paint, and even the writing area was dented a lot, but the dark red blood characters were still clear as if they had soaked through the entire wall.
I, thinking, night. Three crooked but not difficult to read blood characters appeared in front of us. Although it was noon, I already felt a chill slowly invading my body, making it difficult for me to even speak for a while.
Huang Xiaolong, however, was heartless and seemed very happy. He said: "It seems that there are really words. Hurry up, everyone, scratch from this."
Everyone started to act again, I silently cheered myself up in my heart, and was about to go forward to start work, when I heard a majestic voice from the toilet door.
"What are you doing?"