The old man seemed to be very familiar with the internal structure of the library. He walked to a standing service counter and pulled out a list from it. It looked like a registration list left by students or teachers when they came to borrow books. It was a few years old, with yellowed paper and a slightly thick book. He skillfully turned to a blank space, fumbled for a ballpoint pen, and spread it out in front of the freshmen.
"Come one by one, don't rush. If you haven't seen the red paper but are afraid of bad luck, you can also leave your name and contact information here." The old man said slowly, glancing at the students, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, looking a little inexplicably eerie.
The freshmen had just seen strange events and were frightened again. Their psychological defenses were already shaky and their faces were not looking good. At this time, they saw an old gentleman who was like an "expert" and pointed out the horrible details they had encountered and was willing to lend a hand to help them. They were so grateful that they regarded the old gentleman as their last straw and benefactor.
Because they were grateful, although they were eager to leave their names, they were still humble on the surface. Everyone lined up and let the student standing at the front leave his name first.
But Xiaoyun, who originally had a pleading and sincere look on her face, froze slightly at this moment.
She lowered her head and thought carefully about what the old gentleman had just said.
"I am half your teacher, I don't want to sit back and do nothing..."
Her eyes fell on the other person's light grey Tang shirt with crane pattern, and she was slightly stunned for a moment.
After suddenly encountering a strange incident, her mood really fell into a bad state.
So when there is a glimmer of hope, of course he will not let the clue slip away. You know, the copy will not set up a dead end, maybe this old man is the only way out!
Of course, she also kept the school rules in mind and knew that they could not be violated, but she did not think of the other party as a "teacher" at all, and only thought that he was a special NPC or a librarian until the old man said that.
"All teachers will wear the same uniform during class. Please ignore the words of teachers who do not wear the fixed uniform."
This rule kept replaying in her mind, and the male teacher's warning also began to fill her mind. Xiaoyun pursed her lips slightly, sweat beading on her forehead.
She looked at the spread-out list, as if it was a huge mouth of the abyss that was ready to devour anyone. She couldn't tell for a moment whether it was the only way out after the strange incident, or the bait that would actually drag her into a deadly trap.
At this time, Xiaoyun's choice had gradually shifted. She calmly withdrew her hand and made an excuse, "I remember that my phone was broken a few days ago..."
But before she could finish her excuse, the old man suddenly stuffed a ballpoint pen into her hand and urged her, "Write quickly, there's more than one person here, and I don't have much time to wait."
The other students were also anxious. No one wanted to die miserably like described in those ghost stories. Although they were still queuing, they couldn't help but urge them forward a little.
Even Xiaoyun's roommates asked her why she was daydreaming.
The girl's forehead was sweating profusely, her blood was cold, and her hands were shaking slightly. The pen seemed to be stuck to her palm by some magic power, and she couldn't throw it away at all.