Chapter 139

Death is not terrible. What is really terrible is to be forgotten.

Sun Qiu is dead, dead for a long time, but his classmates don't know, his teachers don't know, even he doesn't know. Driven by this inertia, he seems to be "alive".

However,

This kind of living is a very sad and pitiful thing.

Just think about your life, your life, your daily trajectory, your conscious existence and your conscious existence, in fact, it is unchanged.

So, how much meaning is left in your life, your life, regardless of appearance?

Zhou Ze remembers that there was an event in Hong Kong before, which was very famous on the Internet and was often compiled into one of Hong Kong's top 10 or eight supernatural events.

It's about a restaurant where the takeout went to deliver food. Standing outside the door, he heard the sound of mahjong inside, but when he knocked on the door, he found that the four mahjong friends inside had long been dead.

This is a typical example.

"Boss, he's dead. What shall we do?" The old Taoist asked a question.

Because it's strange to see a living person.

But if it's a dead man, it's not uncommon. It's usually like a fellow villager seeing a fellow villager with tears in his eyes.

Moreover, sun Qiu's death was probably not killed by a ghost. In his story, he was probably dead at that time, so he saw some strange phenomena.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. Now the trouble is that he can't determine the time of sun Qiu's death, which makes it impossible to determine whether sun Qiu died unexpectedly or by ghosts.

As for sun Qiu's incomplete soul, there are many possibilities, not necessarily controlled by a more powerful ghost.

"Go down and ask them first. Ask those dormitories."

Since Sun Qiu here because he is now a "senior intellectual disability", a lot of information has been broken and can not be continued, then we can only find a breakthrough from other places.

In short, what Zhou Ze needs is a ghost. If sun Qiu can't catch it, catch the soul of the dormitory teacher, the same.

There is quite a kind of meaning that the sow in the military camp competes with Diao Chan for three years.

Down the stairs, we came to the dormitory office on the first floor, where two middle-aged men were still talking. The others had either left work or might have gone to search for "prey".

This time, Zhou zehe finally attracted their attention.

"What are you doing!"

One of the small flat heads directly pointed to Zhou Ze and asked.

Zhou Ze took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth. This time, he didn't let the old Taoist ask, but opened his mouth and said:

"Let me ask you something. Has someone died in your dormitory recently?"

As soon as Zhou Ze's voice fell, the faces of the two dormitories suddenly changed.

"Are you a policeman or something?" Asked the little Flathead.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"Is that the student's parent?"

Zhou Ze shook his head again.

"Then why do you ask so many questions? This is school. Irrelevant people wait for you to leave." Small flat head came to push Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed the other party's wrist, and the little finger nail grew out and directly touched the other party's skin.

"Hiss............."

The small flat head knelt down directly on the ground, and his face twisted for a while, obviously extremely painful.

Another dormitory teacher saw this scene and rushed directly without counseling.

"Poor road escort, come!"

At this time, the old Taoist took the initiative to rush over. After the collision between the shoulders of both sides, the old Taoist directly fell over his shoulder and threw the other party to the ground. The dormitory almost choked.

The Taoist priest actually knows Kung Fu. He seems to have the least sense of existence in the bookstore, but he is not afraid compared with ghosts, zombies and ordinary people.

"Go ahead."

Zhou Ze pulled over a chair, sat down and let the other party kneel in front of him like this.

Xiao Ping looked at Zhou Ze with a thick horror in his eyes, but he didn't answer Zhou Ze's question, but asked, "who are you and what you want to do... Ah!"

Zhou Ze's nails once again touched the skin of the small flat head. At the same time, Zhou Ze picked up the other party's clothes and covered his mouth, so that he couldn't cry out.

"You scream, and no one can answer you if you scream and break your throat."

The Taoist priest gloated beside him.

"What I ask, what you answer."

Boss Zhou has been anxious for a long time for that 1% of the performance. He really doesn't want to wait for more beeps with irrelevant people.

"Has a housekeeper died recently?"

Xiao ping's head hurt so much that tears and snot flowed out. This time he was really afraid, and immediately nodded and said:

"Yes, there is one, Wang Baosteel, who left in an accident last month."

"How did you die?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Jump out of the building, jump out of the building and die. Jump out of the dormitory building, hit your head on the ground and directly fall to death."

"Oh, does he have any special hobbies, such as wearing leather shoes?"

Generally speaking, it is normal for adults to wear leather shoes, especially in some workplaces, but this is a school, and the dormitory teacher is a teacher at best, but in fact, the school hired some young and strong men to act as "thugs", which is not compatible with the teacher at all.

One of the two people in the room is still wearing slippers, and the other is just sneakers. Wearing leather shoes, they seriously come to the dormitory to inspect the room. In fact, it is very special.

"Yes, he likes to wear leather shoes and suits. We used to joke that he really regarded himself as a people's teacher. He came here in all his clothes every time."

"Where did he die?" Zhou Ze asked.

"It's in the flower bed in front of this building." Small flat pointed and said, "his room is on the first floor. He used to live with me. After his accident, I moved out to live with others."

Zhou Ze nodded, "take me to his room."

With a small flat head, I entered a dormitory with the same pattern as the student dormitory, but there are no upper and lower bunks here, and there are big beds and sockets.

"Didn't anyone take his things?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No, he was just a sister. When he died, the school informed her that she came. Then the school paid compensation according to the work-related injury, and there was no trouble. After the funeral was handled, he left, and his things were not going to be taken away."

Zhou Ze nodded. There were some clothes in the wardrobe. The key was that there were two pairs of leather shoes under the bedside table.

"These are the shoes he usually wears." Small flat head explained.

Zhou Ze squatted down in front of the leather shoes, picked up a shoe, reached out at the sole and touched it. There was some mud on it that was not completely dry.

The dormitory is very wet, especially in the aisle.

Generally speaking, when the dormitory management teacher inspects the dormitory, the soles of his shoes tend to get wet, but according to the little flat head, this man named Wang Baosteel died last month, and his shoes should always be here, so how can he get wet?

"Why did Wang Baosteel jump?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I don't know this." Small flat head shook his head, "he didn't look stimulated. That night, everything was the same. He took the key chain and went to the ward round."

Zhou Ze looked around, and he was looking for it.

You know, whether Wang Baosteel's soul killed sun Qiu or not, it can prove at least one thing, that is, Wang Baosteel's soul has been wandering in this dormitory building.

"Go ahead and call the police." Zhou Ze said.

Xiao Pingtou was stunned for a moment, and then retreated and left the room. As for whether he would call the police, Zhou Ze was really not very worried.

Then, Zhou Ze was the only one left in the room. Zhou Ze's right fingernails all grew out, and a mass of black gas surrounded his palms. Then, Zhou Ze touched his fingertips on the tiles, and the black gas went into the tiles.

Before long,

From the place where the shoes were placed on the bedside table, there emerged black footprints that only Zhou Ze could see, and the footprints continued to go out.

Zhou Ze opened the dormitory door and walked up along the footprints,

Upstairs,

Footprints kept shuttling back and forth between the corridors,

At the door of the student dormitory, things are sometimes complicated and different in depth,

This means that even if Wang Baosteel is dead, he is still doing his job as a dormitory teacher.

He is still checking the dormitory, staring at the students, and checking the students' bedtime. Late at night, he is shaking in the corridor and will stand at the door for a long time, waiting for a long time.

He is dead,

So he has a lot of time,

Can be better put into work.

The students in the dormitory don't know that they have to fight with the living dormitory teacher and face the gaze of a ghost!

Suddenly, Zhou Ze's eyes coagulated slightly. He saw that outside the door of a dormitory at the end of the corridor, the black footprints were the most dense.

This means that Wang Baosteel has been here for a long time, and even his entanglement and hesitation can be seen from his footprints.

Zhou Ze walked to the door of the dormitory. Unexpectedly, a white note with "sundry room" on it meant that the dormitory was abandoned and no students lived here.

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand to open the door, but the door was locked. His nails were embedded in it. With a slight force, the lock was pried open, and Zhou Ze still walked in.

The bed in the bedroom is empty, and there are a lot of sundries such as mops and brooms piled under it, which seems to be nothing strange.

But Zhou Ze knew that since Wang Baosteel would be struggling here for so long, there must be something special here.

Zhou Ze sat down on the dusty bed board, and the bed creaked.

Night,

Very quiet,

Some are unspeakably quiet.

Slowly, Zhou Ze's vision began to become a little blurred. He suddenly stood up, and the vague feeling instantly disappeared. As a ghost, he couldn't sleep normally.

Sometimes, Zhou Ze felt that this was a kind of torture, but later he slowly found that he could not sleep normally, which might also be the guarantee to ensure that the ghost was not affected by ghosts.

"Gudu..... Gudu......"

"Gudu..... Gudu......"

Below, there was the sound of the spring surging, and a strong smell of blood came around.

Zhou Ze began to retreat slowly. However, when Zhou Ze turned around, he found that the door when he came in had become a wall.

And in the basement of this dormitory,

The bright red blood began to diffuse,

In the distance, it seemed that a sea of blood was tumbling, and a burst of waves roared, instantly completely flooding the whole bedroom.

"Gudu..... Gudu......"

Zhou Ze was immersed in blood, and everything around him was covered with the luster of Yin Hong, which made Zhou Ze feel like when he entered the pool for the first time.

At this time, there was a "tick tock" sound outside the wall,

It seems that someone is walking slowly in leather shoes,

He began to get closer,

Then he walked to the position separated from Zhou Ze's wall,

He knocked on the wall,

Sink channel:

"The light is off, turn off the light!"

"Pa!"

There seems to be a mass of black ink spreading wildly in the blood,

The originally red piece turned into a dark gloom in an instant,

Like,

Light,

Off