On the first day when Kan Yingzhi transferred to another school, he was assigned to go to the utility room to get something.
Unlock the rusty chain and push open the creaking iron door.
In a dark corner, I saw a young man covered in blood.
Her breathing stopped for a moment.
She tentatively shouted: "Classmate?"
No response.
She shook him.
There was no movement.
Put your hand under his breath.
No breathing.
Murder scene?
Countless episodes of detective dramas flashed through her mind!
She ran to find the teacher.
When she came back, the body had disappeared, and the teacher looked at her like she was a fool.
The afternoon was sunny and windy, but the hot weather made people feel sleepy and dulled their consciousness.
Ah--!
A sharp scream pierced the classroom's silence.
Kan Yingzhi pointed at her deskmate and screamed: "Corpse!"
Ren Ju supported his chin and glanced at her lightly.
The whole class looked at her like she was a fool.
"?"
I can't be the only one who can see it.
She lowered her voice and asked: "My deskmate, are you alive?"
Ren Ju: "..."
In the dust of the world, I would rather love or hate. ——"Beiqingluo"
Motto: Destiny is in your own hands
