Everyone was silent, no one spoke.
But the vague feeling of uneasiness in their hearts was enough for them to think of the worst possible outcome.
Xiaoyun's eyelashes trembled uneasily. She took a deep breath and continued, "The file records a tragedy that happened ten years ago. The teaching building caught fire accidentally. A freshman fell asleep in the classroom and fainted from the smoke. He was unable to escape in time... Of course, this is just the final reason in the file. I learned some more information later. The front and back doors were locked at the time. When the body was found, she was desperately scratching the door frame with her fingernails. So the correct statement should be that she was burned to death."
With such a miserable death, you can imagine how much resentment there would be.
And I couldn't think too much about it. What if she was locked in the classroom on purpose and there was an accidental fire
Xiaoyun, who was recounting this incident, looked a little bleak, with a depression that was not easily detected. "The last page has a photo of the new students."
"You should have guessed it. It's... a photo of Deng Shushu."
As Xiaoyun was talking, she had already opened the photo album on her phone and swiped it gently.
It was a hastily taken photo, the lens was a little blurry, but one could still see a bare-headed photo pasted on the yellowed file. The girl had short, well-behaved hair and wore a white shirt. She gave the camera a careful and restrained smile, looking like an ordinary female student.
But she, or rather Deng Shushu, did die ten years ago.
Xiaoyun turned off the screen of her phone, put it away, and said, "Anyway... everyone should be more careful."
They have been dealing with ghosts all this time.
An indescribable emotion fermented in everyone's hearts, mostly awkwardness and fear, but also a little bit of unbelievable compassion, but soon, this complex inner emotion was dispersed by the outside world.
First, Fang Siwen frowned and asked, "Do you smell a burnt smell?"
Yuan Yuxue's sensory system was more sensitive than theirs, so he smelled the smoky smell earlier, spreading little by little, but he did not scan any open flame source, as if the burnt smell came from another space.
The smell is very associative, especially when it becomes stronger and stronger. Xu Peng said with a pale face: "There won't be a fire here, right? Deng Shushu was burned to death, so she also used fire to leave us here..." to be buried with her.
This speculation is reasonable. Although no open fire has been seen yet, the current situation is already worrying enough.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion caused by psychological suggestion, but it seems that the temperature around me has risen by several degrees, making me sweat on my cheeks.
Someone glanced at the time in panic and murmured, "There are still more than thirty minutes..."
It was too hard to endure being in the same room with a ghost for more than thirty minutes.
Yuan Yuxue was extremely accurate in controlling the passage of time, so even if he didn't look at the clock, he could clearly calculate the time they would spend. To be precise, it was 33 minutes and 56 seconds -
"Xu Peng, Ning Hong." Yuan Yuxue suddenly asked, "Have you finished cleaning the second floor?"
According to Xiaoyun, the third floor she was responsible for had already been cleaned up.
The two of them were stunned for a moment. Deng Shushu's matter had a great impact on them. They almost forgot that their most important task was to clean the classroom. Xu Peng said honestly: "The classroom has been cleaned, but the bathroom has not yet..."