After a little thought, I took out the pliers from my backpack and only glanced at them, and the whole person was stunned.

The dust accumulated by Geum-hyun has been bounced off, and there should be signs of vibration recently. No, you don't even have to think about the recent one, it's just now. Reaching out to touch the strings, I could actually feel a slight tremble. Obviously, the sound just now was definitely not an auditory hallucination. Indeed, someone somehow played the sharp and piercing piece of the track without touching the keys or lifting the back cover.

It's just that what kind of trick did he use? And how did he get in, and how did he get his attention and escape? Without the slightest clue, I checked the front and back doors of the music room, and except for the marks that I had knocked the front door open, they hadn't been open for more than a decade.

There was no sign of entry or exit from the windows. The dust inside was thick, and there were no marks of anyone walking on it except for my footprints. It doesn't look like there's a secret passage.

It's so weird! I shuddered when I suddenly remembered the sound of the staircase collapsing that only I could hear not long ago. Could it be that this old place really has some unknown mysterious power?

suddenly thought that he seemed to have forgotten something, and recalled it carefully, only to suddenly realize that he had actually left Zeng Yaru alone. It's just such a loud voice, as long as it's a person, no matter how low the IQ is, when you hear it, you will subconsciously run in this direction.

Why haven't you seen her yet?

Confused, I hurried back to the bathroom door and called tentatively. No one answered. With a heart, he gritted his teeth and walked into the women's bathroom.

All the compartments inside have been opened, and it should be Zeng Yaru's handwriting. But now it's empty. Where did she go? With her guts, it shouldn't be possible to run alone to investigate any clues. Well, it also means that she left because of some special factor, and she didn't have time to call me.

What is this woman going to do? I punched the mirror on the other side in annoyance, and in the dim light, the mirror itself rippled layer after layer like a reflection of water.

Either way, we need to find her as soon as possible. This ghost place is probably not as harmless to humans and animals as imagined. So I shone my flashlight on the ground, trying to find the slightest clue. Following the faint footprints, I began to climb the stairs and walked to the third floor......

Zeng Yaru walked into the women's bathroom. It is very dark as there is no outside light. She widened the aperture of the flashlight a bit so that she could see a wider range. The bathroom on the ground floor of the place was slightly cleaner and didn't smell bad. After all, it has been abandoned for more than ten years.

I always feel scared to be alone, even though I know that someone is next door less than a meter away from me. She took a deep breath and slowly opened all the cubicles in right-to-left order.

The school building was designed more than 70 years ago, and the toilets did not use toilets at that time, but adapted to the habits of Chinese people, using squat toilets. The original snow-white tiles of the toilet have turned gray-brown, and some of the slots are even full of dust, which looks disgusting.

Although she knew that there would be no smell, she still subconsciously pinched her nose and forcibly suppressed the feeling of nausea in her heart. It was finally checked and still no suspicious traces were found.

Zeng Yaru was about to leave, and when she turned around, she glanced at the large mirror in front of her. Suddenly, she noticed that the mirror actually had a palm print.

Blood-red palm prints, even fingerprints are clearly visible. She raised her courage and went to get ready to take a closer look. The palm print is very old, and the owner should be a girl. After all, the size of the palm of the hand is about the same as your own.

Zeng Yaru looked at her right hand, and she didn't know why, so she put her palm on the palm print. Actually, it's exactly the same!

All she could feel was her heart pounding, almost popping out of her chest. Breathing was also rapid. She nervously withdrew her hand and shone the light of the flashlight directly into the mirror.

After a long time, she shook her head slowly, as if in self-denial. 'No way, it must be a coincidence. There are so many girls with the same palm size that there are so many people! Zeng Yaru took another deep breath and carefully imprinted her palm on the right side of the palm print.

The hand slowly left the mirror, and the palm print was clearly copied in the dust. She suddenly found that both the fingerprints and the lines of her palms were exactly the same as the faint bloody handprints.

How is this possible!

Zhang Yaru was so frightened that she could barely breathe, she rushed out of the door as if she was running away, and screamed her silent name in fear. However, no one answered from the men's restroom opposite.

There was a dead silence all around. You can't even hear the buzzing of mosquitoes. Quiet, very fine, quiet can even hear your own tinnitus. She's about to break down in this silence!

"Silent Night! Silent in the night! Dare to dump someone, and I don't know where to go. Wait until I find you and see how I can get my revenge! She muttered to herself that she hoped to ease even a little bit of fear, but nothing seemed to work.

Then, she heard a burst of heavy footsteps, sounding like someone was climbing the stairs. During this period, there is also a certain confusion of male voices.

"Silent at night, damn it, is that you?" She was so scared that she almost cried. Holding the flashlight tightly in her hand, Zeng Yaru gritted her teeth and walked over to the voice.

Closer, closer, and the voice clearer.

"Nine, ten, eleven, twelve......" is indeed the voice of a young man, undoubtedly, but very unfamiliar. And he seemed to be counting something. Zeng Yaru approached cautiously, and then saw a boy who had just walked on the second floor.

The boy was wearing a blue school uniform. It's brand new, but it has a weird look. With a smiling face, he jumped hard as he counted 'twelve', and then his face was full of disappointment.

Seeing someone, Zeng Yaru's heart calmed down a little. I don't know why a man suddenly appeared in this place where people are usually unattended, but it's much better to be alone.

"That classmate, are you alone?" She thought about it for a moment, and then decided to strike up a conversation. The boy didn't seem to see his big beauty at all, and he raised his feet and began to walk towards the third floor. Counting carefully and unhurriedly.

Feelings he is counting the stairs? What a super quirky guy!

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