The female ghost's voice was as rough as a bellows with a hole in it, low and hoarse.
Fan Jingshu's expression was not very good-looking, "Teacher... are you all right?"
Lin You blinked innocently, "Huh?"
Oh, she was awesome just now, give yourself a thumbs up.
She deliberately turned sideways to block the part of the bookcase earlier, the girl didn't see the specific situation, so she only asked suspiciously: "I heard—"
"Don't worry, nothing will happen."
Lin You turned her head and looked at the gap between the bookshelf and the wall. The stuck "chicken paw" struggled twice, and finally it loosened a bit. However, as if aware that she was still looking at this side, he retracted his hand "swipe", full of lingering fear.
... As for what, she is not a devil.
However, Lin You thought thoughtfully, this also means that if you encounter a ghost, you don't have to just run away. As long as the method is found correctly, anti-killing is not a dream.
It's just that this time it came a little too easily.
As the winner, Lin You generously leaned on the bookshelf, leaving the female ghost behind who dared not speak out. There was no movement behind her, she thought for a while, and finally pulled out from her memory where she might have heard similar ghost stories.
gap female.
It is said to be an urban legend in Japan. If you feel that someone is watching you when you are in your room, it may be a female ghost living in the crevice.
...It's a pity that in this dungeon, it seems to be a little trashy fish fighting the five scum.
Lin You patted the bookcase with hatred—what about your dignity as a ghost? ! You are a real dish!
When she turned her head and saw Fan Jingshu was still looking at it suspiciously, she immediately withdrew her hand, and then pretended to look behind the bookshelf.
"Why is there such a big gap here?" Lin You said solemnly, "I'm afraid it won't be stable and it will fall down, so move it in."
As she said that, in order to prevent a certain ghost from finding another chance to get out, she dragged the desk next to her and squeezed the bookcase in again, blocking the crack.
Gap girl: "..."
She has a saying that MMP must not only say it today, but must say it loudly!
Fan Jing Shuxin said that the teacher was a little strange tonight.
"Well." Seeing that she had moved the desk and looked around in the darkness, Fan Jingshu was still a little nervous, her voice still trembling, "Teacher, are you still looking for your phone?"
Yes, mobile phone!
Lin You was stunned, she was almost forgotten what she wanted to do in the first place because of this horrifying episode. Before leaving, she gave a warning glance to the other side of the bookshelf, and this glance was so annoying that the gap girl who was stuck immobile almost came back to life.
The hatred of Zhan Wuzha is not hatred, Lin You let go, and walked back to the bed easily. This time there was no interference, and under Fan Jingshu's command, she quickly lifted the pillow and found "my" cell phone.
The phone was still charging, and a data cable was dragging beside it. Lin You tried it, and when the screen turned on, she saw the pitiful little red battery.
She turned off the phone decisively and saved the battery for backup.
Taking stock, she realized that there wasn't much she could do on the first night. The girls who live with her don't dare to talk about it, and it's not good for everyone to go back to their dormitory to inquire, so just stay here and wait and see for a night.
"I guess the electricity won't come on for a while," Lin You suggested, "Sleep?"
Fan Jingshu climbed into bed early and nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.
In reality, even if he wasn't too scared, Lin You couldn't be big enough to stay in the same room with the female ghost for a whole night, but "Box" has its own mechanism. Because it is an immersive role-playing game, for the sake of the player's physical and mental health, the real game should not exceed eight hours at most, and the conversion ratio in the game will be adjusted to a certain extent, but there is always a limit.
So the official setting, unless it is a night action or a special plot is triggered, when the player chooses to go to sleep, this meaningless time will be skipped directly.
Sure enough, the consciousness sank for only a few seconds, and when he opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright.
There was a power outage in the middle of the night last night, and both of them were sleeping with their clothes on. Lin You saw the girl in the bed combing her hair in a hurry, and yawned meaningfully, "Go to the cafeteria together?"
"No, I left some snacks in my schoolbag, and I'm going to catch up on my morning reading." Fan Jingshu looked at her while stuffing homework books into her schoolbag, "Teacher, I can give you some if you want."
Even though she was only a teacher and student by design, Lin You couldn't do anything to snatch food from her own students. She shook her head, "Keep it."
"By the way," Lin You asked, "Do you remember who lived here before?"
In his memory, Fan Jingshu said when the intern teacher moved in that he had just changed dormitories for a few days after the start of school.
According to the law of horror movies, something shady must have happened if the dormitory was haunted. If neither she nor Fan Jingshu committed the crime, then it has something to do with the previous residents.
Fan Jingshu paused.
"This dormitory has been empty for a long time, and I don't know the person who lived there before, but I heard it was from the art department." She seemed to remember something, "Speaking of..."
"Um?"
"I heard from my classmates that the art department is very strange, and the door is locked after eight o'clock."
Lin You thought that was very strange.
According to her vague impression, this high school is built in the suburbs, and it is a full-time closed management, with self-study at 10 o'clock every day and a gate control at 11 o'clock every day. There is also no lack of art students in the enrollment, and the comparison activity classroom is open until ten o'clock in other clubs, the art department...
Yes, strange, strange.
Fan Jingshu went to the classroom, Lin You, who was still on sick leave for two days, rummaged through the cabinets, and spread the things he could find on the bed—
Lesson plans, wallets, it can be seen that the intern teacher is in distress and is useless.
The small flashlight given by the housekeeper's aunt is still fully charged, so she doesn't plan to return it for the time being.
The battery level of the mobile phone that comes with it is red. The circuit hasn't been repaired yet. If the power doesn't come through all the time, it's probably enough to make a phone call before shutting down.
OK bandages and gauze, small wounds can stop bleeding, big ones...
Lin You, who was sitting by the bed in the pose of a thinker, sighed deeply.
There are only so few props, let's make do with it.
Fan Jingshu said that there is a problem in the studio, and seeing everything with her own eyes is better than seeing it with her own eyes, and the next action time is set until evening. Lin You took her wallet and didn't forget to take another look behind the bookcase before going out.
empty.
She lingered in the dormitory for a long time, she was late, and there were only scattered teachers of the sub-subject and a few students who had asked for leave in the cafeteria. The teacher's window is opened separately, and the dishes inside seem to be better than the students' side. Lin You is not demanding, so if you want side dishes and porridge, you will find an empty seat.
Eat and drink enough to have more strength, and it is true to put this in "Box". There are two columns of data visible to the player, one line for status and one line for physical strength. A full stomach is conducive to the recovery of physical strength and negative states.
Lin You was cracking eggs with the edge of the table, and with the rustling sound, someone sat down beside her.
"Morning, Mr. Lin," the man said kindly, "How is your illness?"
Looking up at the people who came down, Lin You's upper body was full of drama, and she hurriedly put on an embarrassed look, "Hello, Director, I just have a small cold, it's not in the way, it's not in the way, please take care of me."
"Young people who just came to our school, you must take more care of them."
The dean was kind, "How do you feel here?"
The hot chicken school has a power outage and is haunted, not so good.
Lin You: "The students are obedient and the teaching environment is good. I am very happy to be an intern in our school."
Life is like a play, all depends on acting skills.
"Then I'm relieved." Everyone could tell that this was a polite remark, Director Cao said with a smile, "Teacher Lin has been here for a few days, and I may hear some rumors—"
Lin You pretended to be puzzled, "Rumor?"
"nothing."
Seeing her blank reaction, Director Cao laughed loudly: "It's all students who like to spread rumors, ah, it's nothing, feudal superstition is nothing to worry about, Teacher Lin will take it as a joke when he hears it."
Lin You nods on the face, and she understands half a dozen times in her heart.
This is to spy on her.
The leaders of the school also know that there are some bad things in the school, but for some reason they don't want to mention them. With such a convincing look, if it wasn't for what she saw last night and the name of the copy, she would have really believed in his evil.
It also confirmed that there might really be something in the studio of the art department.
With the dean's attitude in mind, her actions should not be too blatant.
Lin You didn't ask any more questions, she walked around the campus a few more times during the day.
The circuit has not been repaired until now, and when she passed by, she heard several electricians almost scratching their heads because of this inexplicable failure.
Today is different from usual, and it is naturally impossible for the students to study by themselves so late. It was late autumn again, it got dark early, and the emergency lights were only on until 7:30.
Leaving a note for Fan Jingshu, Lin You hid in the corner of the playground, watched the teaching building gradually thin out, and waited for the last person to come out of the building for a long time, then she groped in quietly.
After stepping on it during the day, Lin You easily found the art department again. Looking up to confirm the door number, she opened the door and entered the studio.
Pushing her back against the door, she just turned on the flashlight, and when she illuminated the scene in front of her, she heard footsteps approaching in the distance from the corridor. Lin You was startled, turned off the small flashlight, and turned to hide behind the still cabinet.
A white light swept overhead, and the shadows of the plaster statues placed on the cabinets covered her.
Fortunately, she made it in time, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get in.
Lin You held her breath and listened to the security guards walking back and forth outside, and in the excitement of a spy, she began to pray that he would never forget to lock the door, so that she would be able to run away soon.
Then a "click" was heard.
"..."
Okay, let's open the window later.
The security guard's footsteps wandered outside, and he turned the doorknob as if confirming whether it was secure or not. Being a thief is a guilty conscience, Lin You didn't dare to vent her anger, her heart was beating fast.
After finally hearing him walk a little further, she let out a breath, and just as she turned on the flashlight, she suddenly felt something strange.
Lin You slowly raised her head.
In the light white light of the flashlight, a big blue and white face came into view.
... Fuck! !
The sudden suddenness almost caused Lin You to throw the flashlight flying. Her scalp was numb, but she managed to stabilize her movements, staring at the plaster statue above her head motionless.
The plaster bust was originally placed on a still life table, and she remembers looking down and to the left. But it changed its direction at some point, Gypsum looked at Bai Sensen at night, and the pupils with the same white background that were briefly outlined were looking straight at her.
Be as creepy as you want.
She didn't move, and neither did the plaster cast.
Ten thousand years at a glance.
Lin You was silent for a while, stretched out her hand sullenly, and lifted the ear of the plaster statue to change the direction for him.
As soon as she let go, she saw the plaster statue turn its head inch by inch, and the head and the neck below turned back at 180 degrees.
Lin You: "..."
Why is this guy so stubborn
"Can't we just let each other go," she said helplessly, "I'm so charming?"
The plaster statue was still staring at her, and Lin You didn't hesitate to say anything.
Open the side cabinet door, pick it up and stuff it in, close the door and lock it, all done in one go.
Plaster Statue:…
The key of the storage cabinet was inserted into the lock. She had just pulled out the key when she heard a banging sound from inside.
"Good."
Lin You said without guilt: "If you see too much and know too much, you will be silenced. I am doing this for your own good."
... whoever kills whose mouth! !
She scanned around with a flashlight, and there were only a few empty easels left in the studio, no ghosts hiding behind the curtains, and no more eye-rolling portrait statues. Except for the plaster hitting the door, which sounds a bit leaky, this trip was fairly safe.
Boldly opening several cabinets one after another, Lin You was about to get up in disappointment after another empty space, when suddenly she saw a little white on the table foot.
She leaned down again.
The legs of the table are hollow steel pipes, and the hard rubber sealed outside has fallen off at some point. Lin You fumbled for a long time, and finally took out the paper ball.
She held the flashlight in one hand and unfolded a crumpled paper ball with the other.
"Yes" and "No" are marked on the top, and below are rows of numbers and letters, which have obviously been outlined countless times in messy circles.
After watching so many horror movies, Lin You immediately recognized what it was.
"Could it be..." she whispered, "Someone invited a pen fairy here?"