My House of Horrors

When the math teacher was ready, he didn't say anything. He stared at Chen Song for a while, and then photographed the ruler on the podium: “Sit down, don't look out the window again, Duming, you come up and answer. ”

Fat Round Face walked up to the podium and Chan Song touched his backpack: “I feel like everything here is too normal, something is wrong, something must be wrong. ”

I finally made it to class. Chen Song stopped Fatty Roundface and took him to the corner of the school.

“What are you doing? You don't have to be so enthusiastic to copy homework, do you? ”

“I want to ask you something, and you have to answer me honestly.” Chan sings to himself: “What kind of person do you think I am? ”

“Solitary, poisonous, unpopular, less popular scum.” The little fat guy with a round face snapped his finger and said it one by one.

“Have I always looked so bad in your heart?” Chen Song looked at the familiar round face and was not happy to know that he was telling the truth.

“It's okay.” The round-faced little fat man is unaware of his dangerous situation at the moment.

“Well, in other words, have we had any weird conversations at school? Unmanned classrooms with strange sounds at night, moving specimens, etc. ”

Chen Gong's face was full of desire for knowledge. Fatty Round Face couldn't resist rejecting it. He took a transcript from his bag and handed it to Chen Gong.

“Why are you showing me this?” Chen Gong took the transcript and saw DUMING's name in the second place of the class.

“The first ten years of the year, the second in the class, you asked such a man, did our school talk weird? ”

“What does it have to do with weird conversations? Weird talk wouldn't happen if you were an honor student? ”

“I was able to accomplish this because I spent my time thinking about other people. ”

“Stop it, if you weren't nice, I'd show you what a weird conversation is.” Chen Song is also quite speechless, but when he thinks of the other child as a stinking child, he is also relieved: “I don't see you in general, the next question is, has anything bad happened in our school, such as school violence, student accidental death, etc. ”

“What do you think every day?” The round-faced little fat man shook his head and got his transcript back: “Have you been under too much pressure lately? That's right, fourth in the class, your grades are steadily slipping and you can't really tell your family. I suggest you get down to the ground and start studying. It's useless to think about anything else. ”

Put the transcript back in your backpack and the fat, round face just left.

“This guy's character hasn't changed a bit, exactly as I remember it.” Chen Gong and Du Ming were not friends, and the two walked closer, purely because they were both bad in character at the time, and the two unpopular guys who had no friends were just hugging and heating up.

Quickly the students were not seen on campus, the surrounding area became very quiet, Chen Song did not leave, he chose to stay steady and explore the school first, as the center, slowly searching the entire town.

“It's important to note that the day may be running out. ”

The sky grew more gloomy, and people couldn't breathe.

“The night in the town will never be as lively and warm as it is during the day, it will tear down its disguise, reveal its ragged fangs and severely tear apart every innocent person. ”

Turning to the teaching building, Chen Gong checked a classroom with his backpack through the window. He watched for a long time and still found no abnormality.

He walked all the way to the top floor of the teaching building, and Chen Gong heard the sound of footsteps on the roof: “Who will go to the roof at this time? ”

Grabbing the broken head hammer, Chen Gong entered the hallway and the door to the roof was unlocked. He quietly pushed the door open a seam.

The top floor of the school building is the closest place to the sky, rising up as if the whole cloudy sky were going to fall at any moment.

“Nobody? ”

The cold wind blew and the rain dropped on my face, and the rain suddenly fell.

Retracting his gaze, Chen Gong walked downstairs. When he was ready to walk out of the teaching building, it was already raining heavily outside.

“This is supposed to be normal rain, right?” The rain behind the door may conceal resentment and curse. Chan Song tried his hand into the rain screen, and the rain fell in his palm, and the silk was cold and soaked into his heart.

“There will also be rain behind the door, it seems to be necessary to pay attention to the powerful ghosts with umbrellas as their backyard. There should be a lot of strong ghosts of this type. After all, many of the stories under the umbrella are good places for the shadows to hide...” Chen Gong was looking forward to indoctrination, a shadow suddenly covered his face: "Who?! ”

Turning sharply, Chan Song saw Zhang Ya in shock.

“Why haven't you come home yet? Forgot your umbrella?” Zhang Ya stood behind Chen Song with an umbrella. It was just now that she lifted her umbrella over Chen Song's head.

At this moment, it seems that there are only two of them in the teaching building. Chen Gong looked at Zhang Ya, opened his mouth and suddenly felt his heart beating faster. He hurriedly took a step back.

Zhang Ya seemed amused to see Chen Gongjie: “Are you afraid of me? ”

“No.”

“That's fine, the rain doesn't know when to stop, I'll take you to the station.” Zhang Ya walked to Chen Gong with his umbrella: “Let's go. ”

Chen Song, who has always been very opinionated, didn't know what was going on, followed Zhang Ya, what investigation school strange talk and visit the town all to the back of his mind.

The light fragrance of shampoo drifts into the tip of the nose. Chen Song's eyes always fall on Zhang Ya independently. At this moment, he probably feels happy.

The more rain it rains, the more pedestrians rush by, the neon on the street blurring through the mist of water, and the world seems to be full of rain.

“Zhang Ya...”

What did you just say? ”Zhang Ya seemed to hear Chen Song say something, but the rain was too loud and she didn't hear it clearly.

“It's all right, you go inside, there's plenty of cars out there, I'm afraid they'll splash mud on your clothes.” Chen Quo walked to Zhang Ya's other side with the bag, and the two of them only saw that the other side of their shoulders had been wet by rain. Neither of them wanted the other to get wet, so they didn't expect their clothes to get wet.

Walking down the rainy street, the two did not speak until the nearest station to the school.

“How many cars are you taking? ”

“104 Road.” Chen Quo reported a line and stood quietly next to Zhang Ya. He didn't want to talk too much and looked at Zhang Ya secretly.

The world behind the door is woven from memories. Although there are absurd and strange places, the vast majority contrast with reality. Zhang Ya's appearance as it is today is also related to Chen Song's own memories.

“Here comes my car, you go home early, don't run around.” Zhang Ya took out his own phone: “This is my phone, send me a message when you get home and report it to me for peace. ”

After switching cell phone numbers, Zhang Ya boarded the 4th bus and waved to Chen Song at the window.

The painted bus vanished into the rain screen, while Chen Song remained in place.