C27 Puppeteer stair sound

Coming out of the school building, I brought the three children and headed towards the laboratory building without stopping.

It was impossible for a living person to disappear from under my nose, and while disappearing was probably a self-directed trick, my first concern as an adult was her safety.

Because I'm the only one who knows that this school could be haunted.

He did not have the time to watch the barrage of the water friend, and followed the weedy path to the entrance of the laboratory building.

There was a total of six floors, and they looked a lot bigger than the school building.

"Japanese elite education is like this. The students only learn a limited amount of theoretical knowledge in the classroom, the majority of the teaching content is done in the laboratory building, they pay more attention to practical ability."

"F * ck, the Japanese army hasn't left yet!"

"Get out of my way, it was this grenade that my grandpa used to sink little Japan's submarine!"

"Upstairs, you've gone crazy …"

The laboratory building's door was locked, and there were even seals stuck to it. When I walked closer, I saw that although the seals were old, they had not been torn apart. This meant that the door had never been opened ever since it was closed.

"Then there's no need to check this building." Since he couldn't enter, he naturally didn't need to worry about Shen Meng being brought here.

"Host, look at this." Seemingly something was joking with me, Xiu Mu pointed to a window on the left of the first floor: "You can enter from here!"

I went to the window. All the windows were sealed and locked, and only the window was half open.

As if telling me that someone just walked in from here, the window was ajar, and when the wind blew it made a whistling sound.

"You guys wait outside, I'll go in and take a look."

"How can we do that? Shen Meng is my girlfriend, I must go in. "

"Everyone, let's search together. One more person is enough strength." Xiu Mu had almost been beaten up by Xue Fei earlier, but he was a little more obedient now.

Since the two of them insisted on coming, they couldn't possibly just throw the youngest Ying Zi outside, "Alright, then let's go in together.

With that, I lifted the camera with one hand and was the first to enter the room.

This should be an art classroom. There was an old drawing board stacked in the corner. As he casually flipped it open a few times, he could vaguely see the sinister color on it.

"Their taste in art is different." Closing the drawing board and waving the light from my cell phone, I was suddenly startled by the sight of a lifeless human face. I walked closer and saw that it was just a plastic model.

"If it was a guy with poor mental fortitude who saw this thing at night, he would probably cry from fright." The plastic model blocked the door, and I tried to take him aside, but it wasn't hollow, it was heavy, and it felt like holding a living person.

Lying flat on the ground, I deliberately sized up the face of the model. I didn't know what naughty student was teasing me, but the model's face was painted with all kinds of colors. Also, I discovered that there was a name written on the model's bald head — — Guo Junjie.

"Did Guo Junjie draw this?" Very quickly, I realized that my guess was wrong. Looking towards the back of my head, the entire back of the model is filled with all kinds of insulting words.

"Poor child." Every class had a child like this. They were quiet and uncommunicative, always acting as the punching bag for the whole class. They were isolated and bullied.

The words on the back of the model had traces of being wiped by his clothes, but there were even more insulting words densely packed together on the marks.

In his mind, he imagined a poor child hugging a model and using it to wipe himself with the school uniform, but the people around him were laughing and writing on the model with a paint-soaked brush, madly and maliciously writing where the child had wiped them clean, even writing it on the child's clothes, body, and face.

Some say that children are always innocent, because sometimes they don't even know how repulsive their actions are.

Rubbing the head of the model, I thought of my childhood self. "In the past, I was always bullied."

"And then?" Xiu Mu and Xue Fei entered the art studio.

I grinned. "Then I put a fruit knife in my schoolbag."

"Damn, even a streamer can go that far? And then what? "

"After that, I was expelled from school. I was suspended for a long time, so in the end, I had no choice but to go to the police academy." "If I had been able to bear it, I might have become a lawyer or a doctor."

His hand found the door, and the lock was violently removed. The lock tumbled to the floor in the middle of the drawing board.

"There is no trace of a tool being used. It looks like it was forcefully pulled out." I opened the door a crack and saw nothing in the darkness of the corridor outside.

"Let's go, we'll never be able to find Shen Meng while hiding here." Xiu Mu urged. From the looks of it, he was not worried about Shen Meng, but instead, his eyes were shining with excitement.

"The three of you are best people. If you encounter anything that surpasses what ordinary people would expect, immediately return by the same route, do you understand?" I told them over and over again that I was afraid something might happen to the children.

"It's better if you worry about yourself. You're so long-winded." Shen Meng became very anxious when she went missing.

Without another word, I light up with my cell phone and move along the wall.

"Bang …" Someone had kicked something over. Although the sound was soft, it was very clear what it was in the quiet laboratory building.

"We didn't send it." The four of them stood on the spot, making sure that there was nothing beneath their feet.

"Bang …" Not long after, that strange sound rang out again.

Xiu Mu tugged on my clothes: "It seems to be coming from the innermost floor. Let's go and take a look together."

My intention was to look through the classrooms one by one, but since he had said so, it didn't feel right if I didn't take a look.

He passed by two laboratories that he did not know what were used for, and in front of him was a staircase leading to the second floor.

"Hey, have you heard the story of the 13th step? It is said that the evil child comes to the school at midnight, and the 12th step will only need one more step. As long as you step on that step, you will be able to enter another world." Xiu Mu whispered mysteriously.

"Can you be quiet for a while?" Xue Fei pushed Xiu Mu to the corner of the wall. "Stop telling those stories! There are no ghosts in the world. "

Looking at the two of them arguing, I felt inexplicably irritated.

"What I heard was that if you step on that step, you'll see yourself dead, because the thirteenth step is your body."

Of course, I had heard the story of the 13th step, and before I came here, because of the word appeared in the mission prompt of the Underworld's show, I had also searched for various versions on the internet.

"Meng Quan, is what you said true?" I couldn't see their faces in the darkness.

"It must be fake. That is just a story made up by someone else. If you guys want to listen, after you find Shen Meng, I can tell you guys for three days and three nights. "

We passed by the stairs, feeling our way toward the source of the sound.

"Bang, bang …"

Finally, the four of us reached the deepest part of the first level of laboratory building. At this moment, that strange voice suddenly stopped.

"It should be sent from here, right?" The three men looked at each other. What was built in the deepest part of laboratory building was actually a toilet.

I held up the camera and looked at the Mobile Screen. If there was anything unclean in the toilet, it should be able to be photographed.

"I'll go in first. You guys stay outside."

He pushed open the door to the toilet. There was no unpleasant smell coming from inside as five years had passed.

After entering, the first thing he saw was the washstand. There was a huge mirror glued to the top of the three ponds.

It was filled with cracks and dust, as well as scarlet words written in paint: "KILL YOU ALL! Kill you all! Go to hell! Go to hell! "Go to hell!"

"How much resentment is this?" I wiped the mirror with the palm of my hand, perhaps because of the angle of view, and my own reflection was so blurred that I wasn't sure if it was me.

Twisting the faucet, the first two were bad, and when I twisted the third one, there was a gurgling sound from the pipe, and soon a thick liquid flowed out.

"No, it can't be blood, right?"

He reached out his hand and caught it, then held it in front of his eyes …