On the first day I transferred to No. 23 Angel Street, I discovered the secret of this school.
Every midnight, mysterious cries will be heard from the old teaching building.
Students secretly circulate various legends: the school beauty who disappeared thirty years ago, a moving statue, and another school in the mirror.
Until I found the black book in the library that recorded the names of all the students.
My name suddenly appeared on the list of "deceased".
And the head teacher quietly told me: "This school does not have a library."
