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Horror Chapter
As they exited the classroom, Wang Chao asked Jiang Liu, "Who are you planning to look for?"
Jiang Liu thought for a moment and replied, "Let's first find the Gatekeeper we met when we picked up our books at the beginning of the semester."
"Why? Do you think he might know something?"
"Pretty much. Do you remember how familiar the Gatekeeper seemed with Teacher Mei? If Teacher Mei knows anything, I think that old man should know something as well."
"That makes sense."
Having made their decision, the two headed towards the Gatekeeper's location, following their memories.
On their way to the Old Man, Jiang Liu noticed that this path appeared much more dilapidated compared to other routes in the school. The weeds along the way were nearly knee-high. A cool breeze occasionally swept through, and although it was summer, both of them felt a chill rising from deep within.
"Jiang Liu, do you remember it being this eerie the last time we walked this path?" Wang Chao suddenly remarked.
"No," Jiang Liu frowned, glancing around at the unsettling surroundings. "I didn't feel this way last time. Maybe it was because there were more people then."
Wang Chao remained silent and did not dispute Jiang Liu's words; he simply continued walking ahead. After about ten minutes, an old wooden house came into view. They exchanged a glance and quickened their pace.
Upon entering the wooden house, Jiang Liu noticed that the door was ajar. Through the wooden door, they saw a familiar old man lazily reclining in a rocking chair inside, just as they had seen him last time.
Jiang Liu approached the door and softly called out, "Grandpa."
The old man in the rocking chair did not respond, so Jiang Liu raised his voice and called out again, "Grandpa!"
This time, the old man finally woke up. He struggled to open his eyes, and after a long moment, his cloudy gaze settled on the two young people standing at the door.
"What is it? Are you here to collect books again?" The old man's voice sounded strained, giving off an impression of exhaustion.
"Well, Grandpa, we actually came to ask you something. May we come in?" Jiang Liu inquired.
"Oh, you have something to discuss? Then come in and sit down."
As the old man began to rise from the rocking chair, Jiang Liu quickly said, "No need to get up, Grandpa. We just have a few questions."
The two of them then stepped into the wooden cabin. Once inside, Jiang Liu took a good look at the sparse furnishings. The room was quite empty; aside from a table and a bed, there was nothing else. This sight made Jiang Liu's heart ache a little.
"Grandpa, we want to ask you if you know anything about Classroom 000?" Wang Chao squatted beside the old man and asked.
"Classroom 000? What classroom is that?" The old man looked puzzled.
Jiang Liu patted Wang Chao on the shoulder, signaling him to let him take over. Wang Chao stepped aside, and after a moment of thought, Jiang Liu asked, "Grandpa, do you know if anything ever happened at our school?"
"Kid, what do you mean by that?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Liu felt a glimmer of hope!
He quickly said to the old man, "It's just some rather strange things!"
The old man thought for a moment and then shook his head, "I'm getting old; I can't remember clearly."
"Has anyone ever died at the school before?"
Jiang Liu asked again, clearly hitting the right note this time. It was uncertain whether the old man recalled something upon hearing Jiang Liu's question or if it was simply his age affecting him, but his right hand noticeably trembled. He then made an effort to open his eyes wider to see the two young people in front of him.
"What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
As soon as he said this, Jiang Liu and Wang Chao exchanged surprised glances. Jiang Liu felt there was a chance here and quickly pressed on, "Grandpa, did someone really die at the school before?"
"Oh, it’s all just misfortune!"
The old man sighed, but even without knowing the details, this was making the two of them anxious. They didn’t dare to be rough with the old man and could only keep asking him what had happened.
The old man sighed for a good ten minutes before finally focusing his gaze on the two of them. "Why are you so interested in this matter?"
"Grandpa, I can't tell you the specific reason, but this is really important to us!" Wang Chao asked anxiously.
"Oh, it’s all just misfortune."
The old man sighed again and, after some hesitation, slowly began to recount the events to the two of them.
Many years ago, perhaps over a decade, the exact time had faded from the old man's memory. He could only vaguely recall that it was a rainy night.
That evening, the old man was patrolling the teaching building with a flashlight, checking to see if any classrooms were left unlocked. The silence of the building in the dead of night was particularly eerie as he inspected each classroom door.
When he reached the fifth floor, he thought he heard a girl's laughter, faint and distant. Startled, he broke into a cold sweat, but his sense of duty compelled him to investigate. As he illuminated the corridor with his flashlight, he seemed to see a girl’s figure slip into one of the classrooms. She was wearing the school uniform from years past, which eased his concern. He assumed it was just a playful girl who had lost track of time.
“Hey there, young lady! You should head back; it’s late!” he called out as he approached the classroom.
However, there was no response when he reached the door. A flicker of anger ignited within him; he silently vowed to report this girl to the school once he found her.
As he pushed open the classroom door, what he saw froze him in place—a corpse hanging in the center of the room! The bloodshot eyes were fixed on him with an unyielding stare. But what terrified him even more than the sight itself was the expression on the girl's face; it wore a grotesque smile.
This horrifying scene nearly caused the old man to faint. He stumbled out of the teaching building and reported what he had seen to the school leadership.
What happened afterward remained a mystery to him. It seemed that the school had suppressed the incident, offering him a substantial sum of money to keep quiet. At that time, his son was about to get married, so he reluctantly accepted their offer but requested a change in position. After experiencing such trauma, no one would dare patrol at night again. Eventually, he was reassigned to manage books—a much quieter job.
Later on, he heard from some colleagues that the girl who had hanged herself had been bullied by her classmates and, in a moment of despair, chose to end her life in that classroom.
Afterward, the old man tried to forget about it, but that girl’s eerie smile continued to haunt his dreams.
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