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I bent down and grabbed the legs of the corpse, dragging him towards the balcony. This guy was really heavy! Finally, I managed to drag him to the balcony. I was panting heavily. When I looked back, I saw bloodstains trailing on the floor. I'll have to clean it up later.
After resting for two minutes, it was time to begin the even more difficult part. I summoned all my strength again and placed his legs on the fence. Luckily, the fence wasn't very high. Then I squatted down and supported his upper body.
I exerted all my strength to stand up, and the body flipped over the fence and fell to the ground below.
I suddenly felt exhausted and collapsed on the ground. I didn't dare to look out for a moment, afraid that someone might pass by and see the whole process of me disposing of the body. I was afraid of seeing him fall onto the concrete ground next to the embankment, with brain matter splattered everywhere...
I sat on the ground for over 2 minutes before I staggered to my feet and cautiously peered outside. I breathed a sigh of relief - the body had landed safely on the slope, and the earth would absorb his blood and the sound of the impact. At that moment, a chill ran down my spine - as if someone, somewhere behind me, was watching me...
Involuntarily, my body began to tremble slightly. I jerked my head back.
Behind me was a pitch-black classroom, with no sound or any sign of a person's shadow, but the feeling of being watched did not disappear.
Who is it?
I shook my head vigorously, silently cursing myself for being so paranoid. No time to dawdle. I quickly walked back to the classroom, exiting through the front door into the hallway. Suddenly, I remembered something and went back into the classroom to pick up the blood-stained pen - the weapon needed to be disposed of.
The corridor was quiet and pitch black, making me feel like I was walking in a graveyard. Fear compelled me to quicken my pace. Before heading downstairs, I went to the cluttered room at the end of the hall to grab a shovel, then hurried down the stairs.
The area outside the teaching building was just as eerily quiet. I tiptoed as quietly as possible, trying not to make a sound with my footsteps, so as not to attract the attention of the security guard - after all, it was just too quiet around.
I circled around to the back of the teaching building. The body still lay there, in the same position, face pale, eyes wide open, staring straight at the dark sky... I dared not look at his face again, and quickly began to dig up the soil.
It took me more than half an hour to finally bury the body and the murder weapon. By this time, my whole body was soaked with sweat. But the work was not finished. I went back to the classroom, stuffed my tattered T-shirt and underwear into my bag. The bloodstains on the floor had already started to dry. I went to the bathroom to get a mop, brush, and cleaning agent. I spent another half an hour cleaning up the crime scene, scrubbing and mopping as if my life depended on it, until there was no trace of blood on the floor, and not a hint of the smell of blood in the air...
Finally got it done, I almost exhausted all my energy. I tidied up the messy desks, then slumped into my seat. I was worried that some of the books might have bloodstains on them, that would be troublesome. Luckily, there weren't any.
After sitting for nearly 10 minutes, I regained some strength. It's already 1:30 in the early morning, I have to go home soon.
The classroom is filled with the smell of cleaning agents, so I opened all the doors and windows. The wind is strong, by the time someone comes to the classroom tomorrow, the smell will surely have dissipated, and with this dry weather, I believe the floor will also be dry and won't raise any suspicions.
I relaxed, put on my backpack, and left the classroom. Just as I walked out of the teaching building, I suddenly stopped in my tracks - in the distance, I saw the security guard uncle sitting on a bench in front of the security guard room, idly playing with a deck of cards. It was so late, and the school gate had long been locked. It was only then that I suddenly realized the fatal problem - if the security guard were to ask me why I was leaving so late, how should I respond? Should I say that I accidentally fell asleep in the classroom?
No! No matter what the reason is, leaving so late will definitely attract attention. The security guard will likely remember my face, and if a body is found later, I will undoubtedly be the prime suspect!
What should I do? I suddenly felt at a loss and couldn't help but become anxious.
Should I stay at the school tonight and not go back? No, that's not an option. Staying out all night will worry my grandmother, and besides, I need to go home and change out of these blood-stained clothes...
But... how can I get out? Just as I was getting anxious, it was as if help came from above - the old man picked up a flashlight and leisurely walked in the other direction. It seems he intended to patrol the senior teaching building. It will take a while for him to come back down. This is a good opportunity!
As soon as the figure of the uncle disappeared into the shadow of the teaching building, I immediately ran towards the school gate. At that moment, I caught sight of a surveillance camera in the corner and abruptly came to a halt. Seeing the red light on the camera, I realized it was currently on. That was close! Carefully avoiding the camera, I slipped into the security guard room. The switch for this camera was inside the security guard room, and it took me more than two minutes to find the switch, turn it off, and wipe away the fingerprints on it.
Now I can walk to the front gate with peace of mind. The main gate is locked, and the side gate for motorcycles and pedestrians is also locked. But it's not a big deal because the careless uncle just left the keys on the table in front of the door and walked away.
I used the key to unlock the side gate, wiped the fingerprints off the key, put the key back on the table, and then walked out of school, locked the door again - no need for a key - and wiped off the fingerprints on the lock. Of course, while doing these things, I was very careful not to be seen by anyone.
When the uncle comes back and finds the camera turned off, he might be a little puzzled, but he will probably just think it's a machine problem and not take it too seriously.
In the late night, the doors of the shops on both sides of the street were tightly closed, and there was not a single person or car in sight. However, this was advantageous for me, as I didn't have to worry about anyone noticing the unnatural bloodstains on my pants. I straddled my bicycle and quickly rode home...
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