Manual of the Monster in City

2 Even the school is fake

"In short, this is what the seniors see."

Xiao Shanshan, the president of the student council, led Jia Qingming all the way over and wandered all over the campus.

"Our school is not very big. Although there is a high school and a junior high school together, the students here are all directly promoted. After all, there is only such a middle school in Shenting County."

Although she said that the school is not large, the area of Shenting Middle School is obviously much larger than that of the middle schools in the city. It took more than half an hour to walk through every corner, nearly one class.

The teaching areas of the junior and senior high schools are separated by green fences, sharing a large playground. There is also an artificial lake on the campus, which draws the running water from the underground river. Functional areas such as canteens, infirmaries, and small supermarkets are located on the banks of the beautiful lake.

"Alright, okay, I have explained so much to you, and you have to buy me a soda water." Xiao Shanshan pouted, energetic girls are always cute.

"There is an old building, what is it?" Jia Qingming stopped, his eyes were drawn in one direction.

There is an old building with four floors. The size seems to be not small, but it seems to be abandoned. Many glass windows are broken. The wall creeper arbitrarily covers the wall, exuding a chilly shadow from afar. gas.

"It's... haunted building!" Xiao Shanshan's voice became quieter, and her low voice seemed to tell a secret.

"Haunted building?" Qingming felt cold on her back.

"It's said...that someone has died there. It was a school-built dormitory. After a girl committed suicide, many people said that they heard strange noises in the dormitory. After that, the dormitory was abandoned. It is said that before the girl's accident, she went to the temple...

The more she talked about it, the colder the atmosphere became. There was a rustling of insects from nearby trees, and there was a sudden silence around.

"But they are all fake! Hahahahaha, I didn't expect Qingming to be afraid of ghost stories, hahaha."

"Hey!" Qingming's face was full of black lines.

"However, some of them are true, for example, people have indeed died." Xiao Shanshan looked at Qingming's face with unrequited love, smiled enough, and finally took a few deep breaths, and continued, "The psychological pressure of senior high school students. It’s big. In a remote place like Shenting County, if you don’t get into a good university, you’ll never be able to get out. It’s normal for many people to think about it. We are not big, and the students are basically the children of residents in the county. Not many people live on campus, so the dormitory is empty. "

"Well, it sounds like an urban legend."

Yeah, the urban legend...

Some people encounter terrible things, and then some people turn these things' existence, will, form, and sometimes just a sense of fear, all into illusory urban legends, and convey them to others.

"Ahem, in short--" Xiao Shanshan cleared her throat, raised her head, "Since then, our Student Union has attached great importance to the mental health of transfer students like seniors!"

"I am very healthy!" Jia Qingming said quickly.

"So I arranged for you to live in the old temple. It is not too far from the school. I don't know which god was worshipped. Anyway, it is abandoned. There are a few vacant rooms for staying. It was originally cleaned up. We set up a film and television base, but our Shenting County is too remote, and no crew is willing to come. In the end, it had to be used as a temporary dormitory, but it was a bit more livable than the dangerous building of the school building. After all, it is a good place. At least no one died there."

"Hey!" Qingming couldn't help but complain.

"Qingming is really funny." Xiao Shanshan giggled.

"Speaking of which," Jia Qingming thought for a while and asked this question, he felt his cheeks tighten.

What's in his mind is a classmate with weird behavior who appeared with the terrifying ghost in the storm raging last night.

"Is there anyone else living in that ruined temple?"

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Jia Qingming felt that he had simply transferred to a fake school.

The dormitory building abandoned by the suicide incident and the vacant room in the abandoned ancient temple was arranged as his dormitory, the ghosts that appeared at night, the expressionless, robot-like boys living next door, and especially...

The bloody jade bracelet burst suddenly.

Although unbelievable, it did happen. Except for the c***k, this jade bracelet, which was worn for nine years, had been nurtured into a red blood jade before, but it has now returned to its original emerald green jade color. The dry blood vessels that drained the blood.

It's been a long time now, and all the students have gone. Qingming cleaned the classroom, but the cleaning equipment back in place, and packed up his schoolbags to leave.

The sky outside the window was gloomy for a day, and when school was over in the evening, it finally turned into a gloomy plume cloud. The gust of wind screamed and flapped against the glass windows as if the rain was coming.

I even forgot to bring my umbrella when I went out in the morning. It must be because I was too eager to leave the place where the ghost appeared and I forgot such an important thing. If I didn't run back quickly, I would get caught in the rain.

Jia Qingming thought, grabbing his schoolbag and ran outside the classroom. Lightning flashed across the sky suddenly, like a high-power flashlight, dazzling the classroom. The light went out with a sizzle.

The thunder roared, and the flash of lightning illuminates the figure in front of Qingming.

"hiss--"

Exactly the same as what I saw last night, the Qiqiao was bleeding with black blood, and the pale clothes were ruined. It reached out to Qingming.

"Ghost!"

Jia Qingming yelled and ran to the back door of the classroom. The tables and chairs blocking the way fell over in a panic. He pressed down the doorknob, but something seemed to be stuck, and he slammed the door hard.

The ghost floated towards him with a low whimper in his throat. He couldn't hear what it was saying, because black blood was constantly flowing out of its mouth, falling slimy on the classroom floor.

"c***k!"

The back door banged open in response, and Qingming leaped to the ground with the door, his arm was bruised, but he couldn't take care of that much, and ran out on the ground.

There were heavy rain and lightning and thunder outside the teaching building.

"Hey! Do you want an umbrella?" The old doorman of the school opened the small window and called him, but Jia Qingming ran away without looking back.

"The young people nowadays are really impetuous." The old man shook his head with emotion.

He obviously couldn't see Qingming behind, a ghost in white clothes and black blood from Qiqiao was chasing him closely.

Jia Qingming ran forward desperately, but this ghost seemed to have a kind of magical power, always chasing him.

On the streets of Shenting County, a young man with a schoolbag on his back was dashing and running wildly, dispersing the crowd holding the umbrella, and the people who were hit scolded the reckless boy.

Only Jia Qingming knew that he was being chased by a ghost, passers-by looked at him with strange eyes, no one could see, no one could ask for help...

No matter where Jia Qingming goes, no one can save him. They can't even see the ghost behind him.

Qingming pinched the jade bracelet on his right wrist as if it would make him feel relieved, but it didn't help. The rain-soaked his school uniform and body.

He turned into a narrow alley, and there were several little ghosts flying out of the trash can in the alley, which was disturbed by him, but Qingming was also taken aback.

It's true, he can see the ghost. It's not just the bloody wraith spirit!

He was running in an alley that could only accommodate one person, and he could only hear his own disordered breathing and footsteps. The alley seemed to be endless, and one of the ghost's palms had been placed on his shoulder, it was cold and without temperature.

"I..." the ghost said.

"No matter what your grievances are, don't find me! Go! Go! I can't help you..." Qingming ran forward with her eyes closed and said repeatedly. Horrible memories flashed back in his mind, those cold spirits caught him, like a snake crawling on his body...

Who can...help me...

Wish.

That's right, wish, beating strongly in his chest.

Qingming opened his eyes, and suddenly as if only in the next second, he found that the walls of the narrow alley had disappeared, and the ghost behind him had disappeared.

He stood in a thick fog, lightning, thunder, and heavy rain, all like people waking up and dreaming. There is no way to come from behind and in front of...

Jia Qingming heard the sound of Guqin coming from the fog in front of him, and the thick fog dispersed, like a white curtain slowly opened in front of his eyes, revealing an ancient courtyard.

In the courtyard stands a three-story ancient pavilion, with overhanging eaves and arches, which are exquisitely carved. The sound of Guqin comes from it.

A plaque is hung above the gate of the pavilion——

Steal the Heaven Pavilion.

The closed-door suddenly opened. Qingming walked into the courtyard, and the heavy rain resumed as before as if he had strayed into a passage of another dimension just now, and that passage led him here.

Although he was suspicious, he couldn't help himself to walk in.

He saw a big white dog sticking out his tongue, rolling in the puddle in the courtyard and then walking forward. Under the eaves, a black cat was combing his fur with his little pink tongue.

The black cat noticed Qingming, constricted his pupils, opened his mouth but did not make the expected "meow", and even said the human words: "Ah. You are a human."

Jia Qingming didn't know how to answer it.

He crossed the threshold and entered this ancient building named Thiotian Pavilion. The door of the hall opened to him. He passed through the hallway and entered the hall.

A screen was in front of him, and the sound of the piano flowed from behind the screen.

The figure of a woman was stretched out on the screen. She was stroking the guqin behind the screen. There was only one screen separated from him. The figure seemed to blend in perfectly with the freehand paintings on the screen. It was so wonderful that she was like a woman playing the piano in the painting.

He hesitated for a moment, the sound of the piano from slow to urgent, and suddenly stopped when the strings were about to collapse. A gentle woman's voice came from behind the screen:

"Since it's here, please come in for a comment. Mr. Qingming, I have...waited for you for a long time."