On the afternoon of June 2, the first high school in H City.

Unlike the Fifth College, the First College of H City is a full-time closed school.

The First College is not only the focus of the entire H City, but also a holy place in the minds of countless parents and students.

The student enrollment rate here is much higher than that of other campuses. It has a cultural heritage of hundreds of years, and even produced some internationally renowned talents.

Its predecessor also has a name, H City Experimental College.

However, even if it is a key school, it is still unable to eliminate the existence of poor students, especially when it becomes the benchmark for schools in the whole city, it will naturally attract more rich and powerful people, and these people will use various methods. , trying to get their children into it.

These students are mixed, and the pure white campus has been stained with a little dirt.

And Zhang Yao is one of the students who entered the school through the special means of his parents.

At this time, the bell for the first class in the afternoon had already rang, but Zhang Yao did not enter the classroom, but was still lazy on his bed.

It wasn't until half an hour passed that he slept lazily until he woke up naturally, then got up from the bed and jumped out of the bed.

"Ha... It's another relaxing afternoon..."

He just woke up and realized that the dormitory building was empty, but he didn't panic. This kind of thing was a very common thing for him.

I saw him yawning and walking lazily towards the toilet at the end of the corridor.

Unlike those private schools, the dormitories of public schools are not so good. It can accommodate four people in one room and have an independent bathroom. The dormitory building of the No. 1 University adopts the structure of a tube building, with dormitories on the north and south sides. There is a central corridor running through it, and each floor has only one public toilet at the end of the corridor.

At this time, Zhang Yao was about to get up and go to the toilet, and then lay on the bed to spend a fulfilling afternoon.

However, just after walking out of the dormitory, Zhang Yao was suddenly stunned.

He turned his head and glanced at the window in the dormitory. It seemed that because the sky had changed, the sky outside the window was a little dim, and even the corridor became dark and deep.

The once lively and noisy dormitory went to the empty building, and just took a step or two, there was an inexplicable echo in the corridor.

what happened?

He couldn't help but patted his cheek. Zhang Yao thought he had not woken up yet. He didn't quite understand why a dormitory building that he had lived in for three years and was more familiar than home would make him feel unfamiliar.

It was as if there were a pair of eyes staring at him in an invisible corner.

"Am I still awake?"

Zhang Yao muttered in a low voice, he continued to walk forward with some doubts, and soon came to the toilet at the end of the dormitory building.

The comfort of going to the toilet offset the anxiety in his heart. At this time, Zhang Yao was relieved, thinking that he was thinking too much.

"I knew I wouldn't watch horror short films in the morning, it made me suspicious..."

Zhang Yao shook it, put on his pants again, whistled and walked towards the toilet door.

But after he stepped out of the toilet door, his footsteps suddenly stopped again.

An oil painting caught his eye.

It was an oil painting hanging at the door of the toilet. I don't know who hung it. It depicts a foreign woman sitting in front of the camera, with her hands folded on her chest, half-sideways looking at the camera.

I don't know if it's because of the age. The color of the picture is a little dark and a little yellow, and there is an inexplicable weirdness.

"Great ocean horse?"

Zhang Yao looked a little strange. He didn't remember when such an oil painting was hung at the door of the toilet. He tried to walk up to the portrait and touched it, but found that the paint on the oil painting didn't seem to be dry yet.

"Purely pasted, without a protective frame?"

Zhang Yao didn't think much about it. It seems that it wasn't the school that hung it up, but that a certain student drew it and posted it. He didn't care too much about this. After all, there are still a lot of art beings in the school.

It's just that the originally long and empty corridor was pasted with an oil painting, which was a bit strange no matter how you looked at it.

It's like a person with a clean face who suddenly grows a scorpion at the corner of his mouth, making people's attention involuntarily want to focus on it.

Without thinking too much, Zhang Yao turned around and walked towards his dormitory, but he had just left a few steps, when suddenly there was a slight dripping sound behind him, and at the same time, a faint cry followed.

Zhang Yao's footsteps paused slightly.

This kind of sound, which can be almost ignored in normal times, seemed to have a kind of magic power in the silent and empty dormitory building, which made him turn his head involuntarily.

The voice came from the portrait. Zhang Yao tilted his head and glanced at it, but saw two lines of bright water stains dripping from the oil painting and slanted to the ground.

"what happened?"

Zhang Yao murmured, he had never heard of oil painting running water. Even if the new oil paints were not dry, it was reasonable to say that they would not seep water, unless those paints were fake.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yao couldn't help but feel a little curious. He subconsciously looked towards the corridor. The dormitory doors on both sides of the corridor were closed one by one, and there was a glass on each door.

Originally, these glass windows were reserved for the convenience of the teacher's inspection, but someone else started to seal the glass on the door with newspapers. At this time, it was like empty eyes staring at each other. Zhang Yao.

A feeling of being watched again arises spontaneously.

"Isn't that right? Why does the dormitory building feel weird today..."

The more Zhang Yao looked, the more flustered he became. He quickly retracted his gaze and tried his best to focus on the oil painting in front of him. Only at this moment did he see clearly that the source of the two water stains was actually flowing out of the woman's eye sockets. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Oil painting, crying?

For some reason, such a strange thought suddenly flashed in Zhang Yao's mind.

He raised his hand with some difficulty, lightly touched the surface of the oil painting with a little water stain, then lowered his head and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it.

There is no smell, it seems to be just ordinary water.

Could it be that the water pipe behind the wall ruptured and seeped out of the wall, and then someone played a prank and just pasted the oil painting on the seepage position, causing the illusion of the oil painting crying?

As for the faint cry that he heard just now, Zhang Yao has automatically ignored it.

It seemed that he had found the source of the prank, Zhang Yao breathed a sigh of relief, he raised his hand a little in anger, and wanted to reach out and tear off the oil painting on the wall, but the next second, his fingers fluttered!

Just as he bowed his head for a while, the oil painting on the wall... disappeared!

"What, what's going on, what about that oil painting?"

Zhang Yao only felt a buzzing sound in his head, and it exploded almost instantly. His ears were full of buzzing echoes, and at the same time, his whole body was numb, and a terrifying feeling rushed to the top of his head like lightning!

That painting turned out to be alive!

Looking at the pure white but gloomy wall, at this moment, countless horror movies flashed in his mind, murderers, freaks, and all kinds of **** monsters... He almost didn't want to run away, just using After a few seconds, he ran downstairs and escaped from the dormitory.

It was not until he completely escaped from the dormitory building and there was no trace of anyone in the dormitory that a strange oil painting appeared in the corridor out of thin air.

Tick, tick...

An unknown drop of water dripped from the oil painting, and then penetrated into the concrete floor little by little, making a faint dripping sound.

Mysterious, cool, silent.