Chapter 1207 Horrible Memories
"Melt into the eyes..."
"Melt into the eyes..."
"Melt into the eyes!"
Li Guanqi suddenly woke up from his confusion, his head resting on the cold and stiff wall, and the cold wind blowing around him gave him goosebumps.
Looking at the empty ends of the corridor, he was stunned for two seconds, and then he lowered his head and saw the broken right arm.
The heart-wrenching pain returned after a brief coma, and this time he needed to fight clearly.
After taking a few deep breaths to stabilize his mind, he stood up slowly leaning against the wall with difficulty. After staring at the ground for a while, he finally moved to the long corridor on the left.
"Has Xiao Chen gone to find a big meal?"
Li Guanqi raised his remaining left wrist and looked at the time on it pointing to "18.42", thinking that he should not have been unconscious for more than five minutes.
Five minutes was not short. Why didn't Xiao Chen come back and Wang Dajui was nowhere to be seen.
Standing alone in the silent corridor, Li Guanqi felt a chill in his heart, and he felt a sign of doom.
"Xiao...Xiao Chen..."
He staggered towards the position of Class 1, Grade 4, not very fast because his brain was still a little dizzy.
Following the swaying body, the corridor in front of him was also shaking. The dark floor tiles made his eyes look a bit misplaced.
Li Guanqi's head felt heavy, and the world in front of him was a little blurry. The pain in his right arm made him sweat profusely.
"Are the injuries too severe..."
But then, while he was in a trance, he suddenly saw a figure appearing at the end of the first floor.
Li Guanqi put his left hand on the wall and looked at the figure carefully with his eyes wide open. His head became even more dizzy, almost making him unable to stand upright.
The man on the first floor is over two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, and is extremely tall.
This characteristic is too obvious at first glance. It is Wang Dachu that Li Guanqi is looking for.
In his excitement, he was about to shout out the words "Brother Da Chui", but then he suddenly stopped speaking urgently.
Because in the difficult sight, he could vaguely see the "Wang Dachui" opposite, who seemed to be holding a bright notebook in his hand.
This book is also emitting some kind of strange light, illuminating the face of "Wang Dachui".
In the blurred field of vision, Li Guanqi saw with surprise that "Wang Dachui" had lost his pupils, and his eyes were all white, and they were even flowing like liquid!
Li Guanqi shook his head quickly, focusing his eyes to distinguish carefully, but in the blink of an eye, "Wang Dachu" opposite him disappeared on the first floor.
Everything just happened seemed to be an hallucination after a serious injury.
He stood there panting heavily, and the bad feeling in his heart became more and more obvious, and he quickly quickened his pace and ran towards the fourth class of high school.
Strange to say.
The dizziness that could not be suppressed just now completely disappeared at this moment.
The pain in his right arm made him unusually awake. Apart from physical weakness, he had no mental discomfort.
It's like... the dizziness just now was just because of the appearance of "Wang Dachu".
Li Guanqi had already guessed something, so he walked quickly and rushed into Class 1, Grade 4, almost running and jumping.
What caught the eye was naturally the messy scene of books and desks. Other than that, there was no one around, and there was no sign of struggle or battle.
After stepping on the waste paper on the ground, he picked up one of them, identified the half shoe print on it, and followed the footprints all the way to the podium.
His eyes immediately caught sight of what was on the desk...
After just one glance, Li Guanqi's eyes closed again, and the breath he was holding finally let out, and his clenched left hand secretly trembled.
When he saw this thing, he already understood Xiao Chen's ending.
There is nothing used for teaching on the desk. It is just a dark wooden table, and in the center, a "closed eye" is drawn with several curved lines.
"Melt into the eyes..."
This is a reminder and a way to die.
Xiao Chen died precisely from this eye. The moment he looked into it, he died tragically without any solution.
Li Guanqi could imagine that perhaps a few minutes ago, when Xiao Chen arrived in a hurry, Wang Dajuu was not found.
Xiao Chen walked around the classroom for a while and then stepped onto the podium. He was attracted by these eyes. It was the gaze at that moment that caused him to die without even giving up his qualifications. Closed eyes are the current state.
According to Li Guanqi's guess, the eyes Xiao Chen saw at that time might have been open.
And his situation of being dead without seeing his body corresponds to the phrase "melting into the eyes".
"Wang Dachui..."
After mourning for a moment, Li Guanqi raised his pale face and stared straight at the back door of the classroom, with thousands of thoughts flooding into his heart.
"Wang Dachui must have opened Chen Ping's notebook in advance for some unknown reason, which caused the ghost to resurrect.
It's hard to say whether he is alive or dead now, but the ghost has already killed someone and is heading upstairs for other purposes. ”
After thinking about it, Li Guanqi felt even more sad.
Su Chenghe handed Wang Dachui into his hands before leaving, but it resulted in the current situation of life and death. How should he explain to Su Chenghe...
After a few deep breaths, let go of these thoughts.
Li Guanqi wrapped the broken part of his right limb with gauze and walked towards the back door.
The two desks placed next to each other at the back door blocked the aisle, forming a relatively protective area with the back door and the wall.
That must be where Wang Dachui was waiting for him, and it was also the place where the disaster started.
"The only place where Da Cui has a chance to open his notes is here, so the supernatural events also start here.
What I saw in the corridor was not a hallucination, it was an afterlife feast, or a ghost.
It didn't kill me when it saw me. Instead, it headed upstairs. This shows that it has a more important goal than killing. ”
Li Guanqi kicked open a desk and rummaged through the overwhelming pile of books, finally finding half a piece of waste paper.
This half piece of waste paper comes from a page of a certain textbook, and there is a large crooked character on it. It seems that it was written temporarily - "eight".
Wang Dachui was, after all, the deputy store manager of a store. It would be difficult to kill him instantly except under extreme circumstances, because he must have been alert in advance.
Li Guanqi indeed found the clues and information he left behind before his death, but looking at the capital "eight", he couldn't understand the mystery for a while.
"Is this a number?"
It wouldn't be a number, otherwise there would be no need for it in a life or death situation, so he chose to write it in capital letters.
This is not a detective drama or a movie. Leaving clues about the last words is definitely not a word game, but provides real clues.
Why it is difficult to guess is because it is difficult for the writer to fully express all the information in a single word, so he has no choice but to use it as a reference.
So how should Wang Dachui’s “eight” be understood...
"Boom!"
In the corridor outside, there was a sound of light footsteps, but it really hit Li Guanqi's heart.
His left hand trembled, and when the half piece of waste paper fell to the ground, he suddenly raised his head.
The panic that made him tremble before came back again, and this time it was even more fierce.
His own injuries have not yet been suppressed, and the fear of external invasion has added to his mental pressure.
Li Guanqi was completely helpless for a moment. He felt that his soul was about to leave his body, and he was unable to even carry out the most basic thinking.
A powerful and terrifying sense of oppression went straight to his heart, and it was clenched so hard that he couldn't even breathe freely.
The footsteps were in no clear direction, so he could only use all his strength to lean on the back door glass and look out.
But at this glance, he actually saw a ghost that was so familiar that it could even be imprinted on his soul.
Standing high against the ceiling, with broken tiles on its feet, the gray ghost wears old clothes with holes in them.
The slender and dry fingers grasped the heavy prayer tube and turned it slowly. With every step, the sound of the ringing and the collision of the nail plates was particularly pleasant.
That was a terrifying memory that Li Guanqi could never forget.
In this ghost...
wrong.
It should be said that the place where such ghosts live is also the place where Li Congrong was buried.
The extremely high-level, oppressive ghosts outside are actually ghosts from the underworld? !