There have always been some strange legends about this old building, the Art Building. Every school has such a place and students love to talk about it, but most of them don't believe it. After all, without personal experience, there is no awe.
The four girls were usually quite brave, but they were still scared when they saw such a shocking scene. They dared not walk through the bright red on the floor to get close to the toilet that was constantly overflowing with red liquid. They turned around and ran out screaming.
They wanted to leave the art building, but when they arrived at the door, they found that the door, which was originally open, was locked. The four people were even more frightened and shook the door lock hard.
Sitting in the toilet cubicle, Xin Xiaolu crumpled the empty packaging bag in his hand into a ball and threw it back into his bag. He then slowly dodged the red spots on the ground with his bag on his back, and while four people were shaking the lock at the door, he quietly went upstairs.
The four girls downstairs finally realized that their actions were useless. One girl regained a little bit of rationality and shouted: "Quick, call someone to rescue us!"
Although the school does not allow students to bring mobile phones to school, there are always some students who bring them secretly. The first among them is a girl in the first grade of high school. She hurriedly took out her phone, unlocked it with shaking hands and wanted to make a call, but soon, she collapsed and sobbed, "No signal, why is there no signal all of a sudden?!"
Why? Because Xin Xiaolu prepared a portable signal jammer.
"What should we do? If we shout loudly, someone might pass by and hear us. There will definitely be a teacher coming over to see what's going on!"
"And that Xin Xiaolu, was she really in the toilet? What was that just now? Is she dead?"
Several girls leaned against each other, talking incoherently. The sky had already darkened, with only a streak of red sunset glow gradually fading away. The school was very quiet after the holiday, as if all the sounds had disappeared, and the art building was even more terrifyingly quiet.
"Let's turn on the lights. Why is there no light here..." a girl said in a trembling voice.
Another girl's face turned pale: "I remember, this is the sensor light..."
Their noises here were so loud that they would definitely light up, but the lights showed no reaction. In the darkened world, this lifeless old art building was completely dark.
—The power switch is in the corridor outside the door. Xin Xiaolu turned off the power in the building before he came.
"Is there really a ghost? I don't want to stay here anymore..." someone started crying.
At this moment, several people heard the sound of someone running on the second floor. The footsteps were right above their heads. They could hear it clearly. It was the sound of someone running in panic, as if they were avoiding something.
Several people were frightened by the noise. "Is there someone upstairs?" The girl's voice trembled, and she stared at the stairs in fear.
"Is it Xin Xiaolu?"
“…Isn’t she in the bathroom?”
The female voice was weak and she was actually crying.
The running noises upstairs became louder. One of the girls was a little braver and gritted her teeth, "Let's go up and take a look! Don't be afraid, there are four of us, we'll be fine!"
They couldn't get out, and couldn't call anyone. They were so scared that two of them didn't dare to go upstairs. It was usually like this in horror movies. It must be something scary and they would die if they went upstairs. But the leading girl wanted to go, and the other two girls didn't dare to stay there alone, so they had to follow her upstairs.
But there was nothing upstairs, it was too quiet. Only the portraits of various people on both sides of the corridor showed a strange look in the shadows. When people are extremely scared, they will instinctively see enemies everywhere and imagine terrible things. This is what happened to these girls now. Nothing happened, but they are even more scared.
They huddled together stiffly, using the light from their cell phones to illuminate, and walked through each classroom, looking nervously at the empty classrooms.
When they had almost seen the last classroom, they heard the sound of running footsteps above their heads again, along with someone breathing heavily and sobbing. The sound was faint, like the sobs of extreme fear, so vague that it made people's scalps tingle.
The two girls burst into tears on the spot and held the sleeves of the other two girls and dared not move.
Xin Xiaolu on the third floor turned on her phone and watched the audio playing on it. She thought the sound effect was very good. She ran and jumped, thinking that if she ran a few more laps, she would be able to meet the target for tonight's night run.
In recent years, she has been forced by Brother Milk to develop the habit of running at night.
When a few girls went up to the third floor trembling with fear, there was no one on the third floor, and the same sound began to echo on the fourth floor.
“I don’t want to watch anymore!” One girl couldn’t stand it anymore and rushed downstairs holding her head. Another girl followed her downstairs. One of the remaining two girls also wanted to go downstairs with them in a panic, but was stopped by the girl with the phone: “Wait, you can’t leave, come with me!”
"I'm scared, let's go down!"
The hurried footsteps of my companions going downstairs echoed in the dark corridor, further highlighting the silence around us.
"No, you must stay with me. I don't think it's a ghost. Maybe someone is scaring us!" The girl holding the phone turned pale. She tightly held the hand of her companion, still holding on.
The two talked for a few more words, and finally continued to go upstairs at the girl's insistence.
The art building has five floors in total. When they reached the fifth floor, the sound became quiet again.
Most of the classrooms on this floor were filled with various statues and human heads for students to copy. There were also two rooms for storing unused items, which were covered with white cloth and were covered with dust.
"That classroom... seems to be a little bright..."
The two girls held each other's arms and slowly moved over. It was a classroom where statues and models that were not in use were stored. It was supposed to be locked, but somehow it was opened. At this moment, in the center of the classroom, a red candle was lit, which was the light they had seen before.
Unused desks were piled together, and three sides were filled with statues covered with white cloth. The various human outlines revealed a stiff corpse shape under the white cloth. In particular, the light of the red candles shone faintly on the surroundings, and the dancing flames gave people the illusion that these things would move at any time, or were already moving.
"Is there anyone here? Come out." A girl holding a cell phone stood at the door, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.
There was a moment of silence, and at the moment when the two girls were tense, suddenly, something moved behind a piece of white cloth, and a head rolled out from under the white cloth, fell to the ground, and rolled to the corner. It was a model head, not a scary thing, but the movement frightened the two girls who were holding on, and they could no longer hold on. The girl behind the girl with the phone screamed and ran away without looking back. The girl holding the phone lost her courage and chased after her.
After their footsteps reached downstairs, Xin Xiaolu jumped out from behind the white cloth, dragging a mannequin in her hand. She was wearing the same school uniform as herself, and had a wig similar to Xin Xiaolu's on her head.
Xin Xiaolu took off the red hairband that she had specially tied on her head and tied it to the dummy, then took out a small bag of red liquid from her bag.
Several girls gathered at the door, looking panicked, crying and banging on the door hard.
Just at this moment, they heard a scream coming from upstairs. It was Xin Xiaolu's voice, and they heard it clearly.
The shout made them all pause, and it was during this pause that, because of their silence, the sound of something falling to the ground outside was particularly obvious.
Something fell from upstairs!
The girls' already pale faces became even uglier, and no one could utter a word for a long time.
They all guessed what the sound was. It sounded like someone jumping off a building.
"what is that?"
"Just now... something... fell down from upstairs?"
"Is it... is it... Xin Xiaolu...?"
They couldn't see where the object fell from here unless they went upstairs to the railing to see. After a moment of silence, they hesitated and went up to the second floor together to find a place where they could see clearly.
When they saw clearly what was downstairs, the bravest girl among them fell to the ground with weak legs.
Because it was dark, they looked downstairs and could only see a figure in school uniform lying motionless on the ground, with a large pool of blood beside him. The figure was face down, with his hair spread out, and the red headband behind his head was particularly eye-catching. Several girls remembered that Xin Xiaolu was wearing such a red headband when she waved at them from upstairs before.
“Wow, she’s dead, Xin Xiaolu is dead, someone is dead…” Everyone was so scared that they felt everything around them became weird and terrifying.
At this moment, there was a sound of running water from the faucet downstairs. The sound made several girls jump up like frightened birds.
"Is it the toilet downstairs?" a girl murmured.
No one answered, and they all saw the undisguised fear on each other's faces. They huddled together tightly, and no one dared to look to see what was going on.
In the toilet downstairs, Xin Xiaolu closed the toilet door, calmly turned on the water pipe, connected a piece of leather hose, and flushed the ground and door panel, flushing all the red water into the sewer.
After doing this, she climbed up to the toilet window and got out from there. The windows of the whole building were equipped with anti-theft nets, but the anti-theft net of the toilet window was broken. It was just hanging there and had never been repaired, which allowed her to get out just enough.
After brushing off the dust on her body, Xin Xiaolu stood by the wall, observing whether the four people were still by the railing. Seeing that there was no one there and hearing four people shaking the door, she walked to the place where the human body model had just fallen, picked up the model, dealt with the red liquid, and left with the model.
As for the four who are still shaking the door lock frantically, the teacher who comes for night patrol will find them at nine o'clock in the evening.
Xin Xiaolu returned home calmly. Mr. Xin and Ms. He were not at home. Only Xin Yuan was playing games there with a cup of black tea milk jelly beside him.
Xin Xiaolu knew at a glance that brother Xin Yanlai had been here, and she opened the refrigerator and saw that there were indeed several cups of black tea milk jelly. She took a cup and sat on the sofa, turning on the TV to watch a movie.
Xin Yuan's face darkened when he saw her. It was obvious that Xin Xiaolu was going to watch a horror movie again. He hurriedly ran back upstairs with his game in his arms, slamming the door loudly.
Xin Xiaolu ignored his spoiled temper and ate black tea jelly while watching a horror movie.
The next day when she went to school, Xin Xiaolu put on the red headband and smiled at her reflection in the mirror.
The author has something to say: Yesterday's comments seemed like a large-scale life-extending ceremony, everyone was trying to extend Green's life by one second.
Well, this is the last world that Lulu currently owns, but this story doesn’t end there. There is still Lulu to be explained. Don’t worry, I think there will be at least 100,000 words.