The female ghost's voice was as thick as a broken bellows, low and dumb.

Fan Jingshu's expression is not pretty, "Teacher...Is it all right?"

Lin You blinked innocently, "Huh?"

Oh, she was awesome just now, give yourself a thumbs up.

She had deliberately turned sideways and blocked the bookcase. The girl didn't see the specific situation, but asked suspiciously: "I heard--"

"An Xin An Xin, nothing happened."

Lin You looked back at the gap between the bookshelf and the wall. The stuck "chicken feet" struggled twice, and finally managed to loosen a little. However, as if to perceive that she was still looking here, she retracted her hand "brushing", full of lingering fears.

... As for, she is not a devil.

However, Lin You thought thoughtfully, this means that you don't have to run away when you encounter a ghost. As long as the method is found right, anti-killing is not a dream.

It's just too easy this time.

As the winner, Lin You leaned openly on the bookshelf, leaving the female ghost behind and dared not speak. 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 spying on you when you are in your room, you may be a female ghost living in a crack.

... It's a pity that in this dungeon it seems to be a small trash fish fighting the five scum.

Lin You hates iron and steel and pats bookcases-what about your dignity as a ghost? ! You are a real dish!

When she turned her head and saw that Fan Jingshu was still looking here suspiciously, she immediately closed her hand, and pretended to look behind the bookshelf.

"Why is there such a big gap here," Lin You said solemnly, "I'm afraid it will fall down because of its instability, so move it in again."

With that said, 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 seam.

Interstitial female: "..."

She has a MMP not only to speak today, but also to speak out loud!

Fan Jing Shuxin said that the teacher is a bit strange tonight.

"Then what," Fan Jingshu was still a little nervous as she moved her desk and looked around the black area, her voice trembling, "Teacher, can't you find your phone?"

Yes, cell phone!

Lin You suddenly felt that she almost forgot what she wanted to do at the beginning. Before leaving, she glared at the bookshelf like a warning, and the woman almost came to life in the gap where she was so annoyed that she could not move.

The hatred of Zhan Wu Zha was not considered hatred, Lin You let go and walked back to the bed easily. There was no interference this time, and she quickly lifted the pillow under Fan Jingshu's command and found her "own" cell phone.

The phone was still charging, and there was a data cable dragged by it. Lin You tried it, and when the screen turned on, he saw the little red battery.

She turned off the machine promptly and saved the electricity for future use.

After measuring a lap, she realized that she couldn't do much the first night. The girls who lived with me didn't dare to talk about it. It would be hard for others to go back to their dormitories to inquire about it, so they should just stay here and watch for one night.

"I guess there will be no electricity for a while," Lin You suggested. "Sleep?"

Fan Jingshu got on the bed early and nodded after hearing the words.

To switch to reality, even if he is not afraid, Lin You can't be so big that he stays in the same room with the female ghost all night, but "Box" has its own mechanism. Because it is an immersive role-playing, for the sake of the player's physical and mental health, the longest real-life play cannot exceed eight hours. The conversion ratio in the game will be adjusted to some extent, but there is always a limit.

So the official setting is that unless it is a night action or a special plot is triggered, otherwise when the player chooses to go to sleep, this meaningless time will be skipped directly.

Sure enough, his 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 slept in their clothes. Lin You now watched the girl sleeping in bed combing her hair hurriedly and yawned meaningfully, "Go to the cafeteria together?"

"No, I have some snacks in my schoolbag, I have to go to read early," Fan Jingshu stuffed her homework into the schoolbag while watching her, "Teacher, you want me to divide you a bit."

Although it is only a teacher and student in the setting, Lin You can't do what she eats from her students. She shook her head, "You keep it."

"Right," Lin You asked, "Do you remember who lived here before?"

In memory, Fan Jingshu said when the trainee teacher moved in that she had just changed dormitory a few days after school started.

According to the law of horror movies, the haunted bedroom must be something shameful. If neither she nor Fan Jingshu died, it has something to do with the previous residents.

Fan Jingshu's movements stopped.

"This bedroom has been empty for a long time. I don't know anyone who lived before, but I heard it belongs to the art department." She seemed to remember something, "Speaking..."

"Ok?"

"I heard from my classmates that the art department was strange, and the door was locked after eight o'clock to prevent entry."

Lin You thought that was very strange.

According to her vague impression, this high school is built in the suburbs and is under closed management full-time, with self-study at 10 o'clock every day and entrance guard at 11 o'clock. There is no shortage of art students for enrollment, and the other clubs and art department where the comparative activity classroom is open until ten o'clock...

Yes, strange, strange.

Fan Jingshu went to the classroom, still holding Linyou from two days of sick leave, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and spreading what he could find on the bed——

The lesson plans and wallet show that the trainee teacher is in embarrassment and is useless.

The small flashlight given by the aunt in charge is still sufficient, so she doesn't plan to return it temporarily.

The battery level of the cell phone that comes with it is red. The circuit hasn't been repaired yet, and if there is no electricity, it is estimated to be enough to shut down after only one call.

OK stretch and gauze, small wounds can stop the bleeding, big ones...

Lin You, who was sitting on the side of the bed in the posture of a thinker, sighed deeply.

There are only a few props, so let's make do with it.

Fan Jingshu said that there was a problem in the studio, and it was better to see everything with your own eyes. The next action time was set to night. Lin You took the wallet and didn't forget to look at the back of the bookcase before going out.

Empty.

After spending a long time in the dormitory, she was late, and there were only scattered associate teachers and a few students who had taken leave of absence in the cafeteria. The teacher's window was opened separately, and the dishes inside looked better than those on the student side. Lin Yu was not very demanding, so if he asked for side dishes and porridge, he would sit down in a seat.

It’s more powerful to eat and drink enough, and it's not fake to put it in "Box". There are two columns of data visible to the player, one line of state and one line of physical strength. Fullness is beneficial to the recovery of physical strength and negative states.

Lin You was knocking eggs along the edge of the table, and following the rustling, someone sat down beside her.

"Morning, Teacher Lin," the person said kindly, "How is the illness?"

Lifting his eyes and glanced down at the people, Lin You acted up to the top and hurriedly made an embarrassed look, "Hello Director, it's just a small cold. It doesn't get in the way.

"The young people who just came to our school must take care of them."

The dean was kind, "What do you think of this place?"

Spicy Chicken School is still haunted after power outage, not very good.

Lin You: "The students are obedient and the teaching environment is good. I am very happy to be able to practice in our school."

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting.

"Then I'm relieved." Everyone could hear that this was a polite remark, and Director Cao smiled. "Ms. Lin has been here for the past few days, and he might hear some rumors--"

Lin You pretended to be puzzled, "Rumor?"

"It's nothing."

Seeing her bewildered reaction, Director Cao haha ​​said: "It's all students who love to spread the word, ah, nothing, feudal superstition is not a must, Teacher Lin hears it as a lively."

Lin You nodded her head, and she understood it early in her heart.

This is to check her out.

The school leaders also knew that there were some bad things in the school, but for some reason they didn't want to mention it. If it weren't for what she saw last night and the name of the copy, she really believed in his evil.

It also confirmed what might really be in the studio of the Art Department.

The dean's attitude is placed here, and her actions cannot be too blatant.

Lin You didn't ask for more information, she took advantage of the day to go around the campus a few more times.

The circuit hasn't been repaired until now, and when she passed by, she heard several electricians scratch their heads because of this inexplicable malfunction.

Today is not the same as usual, and it is naturally impossible for students to study by themselves until so late. It was late autumn again, it was dark early, and the emergency lights were only available until 7:30.

Leaving a note for Fan Jingshu, Lin You hid in a corner of the playground, watching the shadows of the teaching building fade away, and after waiting for the last person to come out of the building for a long time, she quietly touched it in.

I stepped on it during the day, and Lin You found the position of the art department again without any effort. Looking up to confirm the house number, she pushed the door into the studio.

Touching the door with her back, she just turned on the flashlight, and when she illuminated the foreground, she heard footsteps approaching in the distance of the corridor. Lin You was startled, turned off the small flashlight, and turned her head and shrank behind the still life cabinet.

White light swept over her head, and the shadow of the plaster statue placed on the cabinet covered her.

Fortunately, she was in time, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get in.

Lin You held her breath and listened to the security guard walking around outside. Amidst the nervousness of a spy, she prayed that he must forget to lock the door so that she could run away for a while.

Then I heard a "click".

"..."

Yes, turn the window later.

The security guard's footsteps lingered outside, and he twisted the doorknob as if it was not firm. To be a thief with a guilty conscience, Lin You dare not get out of the air, and his heart beats fast.

It was easy to hear him go further, and she exhaled, and she just pushed the flashlight on, and suddenly felt something strange.

Lin You slowly raised her head.

In the pale light of the flashlight, a big blue face came into view.

...Fuck! !

Suddenly, Lin You almost threw the flashlight away. Her scalp was numb, so she kept her movement steady, and stared at the plaster statue on top of her head motionlessly.

This plaster bust was originally placed on the still life table, and she still remembered looking down to the left. But it just didn't know when it changed its direction. The plaster looked at Bai Sensen at night, and the pupils with the same white background that were briefly outlined were looking straight at her.

How crippled can be.

She did not move, nor did the plaster statue.

Ten thousand years at a glance.

Lin You was silent for a while, stretched out her hand with a sullen face, and slid his plaster ear to change his direction.

As soon as she let go, she saw the plaster statue turned her head away inch by inch, and her head and neck underneath became a hundred and eighty degrees.

Lin You: "..."

Why is this guy so stubborn?

"Can't you let each other go," she said helplessly, "I am so attractive?"

The plaster statue was still staring at her, and Lin You was not vague.

Open the door of the side cabinet, pick up and stuff it in, close the door and lock it all at once.

Plaster:...

The key of the storage cabinet was originally inserted in the lock. As soon as she pulled out the key, she heard a banging door inside.

"Good boy."

Lin You said without guilty: "Seeing too much and knowing too much is to be silenced. I am doing this for your own good."

...Who kills whose mouth! !

She swept around with a flashlight, and there were only a few empty easels in the studio. There were no ghosts hidden behind the curtains and there were no more portrait statues that would blink your eyes. Except for the plaster hitting the door, which sounded a bit oozing, this trip was considered as a surprise.

With the courage to open several cabinets in succession, Lin You was disappointed to get up after another pounce, and suddenly saw a little white at the foot of the table.

She leaned down again.

The legs of the table are hollow steel pipes, and the hard rubber sealed on the outside has fallen out for a long time. Lin You fumbled for a long time and finally took out the paper ball.

She held the flashlight in one hand and unfolded the crumpled ball of paper in the other.

On the top are marked "yes" and "no", and below are rows of numbers and letters, and they are obviously drawn countless times by messy circles.

After reading so many horror movies, Lin You immediately recognized what it was.

"Could it be..." She whispered, "Someone has invited Pen Immortal here?"