PFC Chapter 359 The Delicate School Beauty Who Uses Physical Exorcism VS The School Bully Who Bites Like
Chapter 359 The Delicate School Beauty Who Uses Physical Exorcism VS The School Bully Who Bites Like
Chapter 359 The Delicate School Beauty Who Uses Physical Exorcism VS The School Bully Who Bites Like a Mad Dog (2)
Song Wanyue was amused by He Suining's dry humor.
Everyone knows that she is indeed very famous at ZJ University, but it's not a good one.
While they were talking, the game of rock-paper-scissors over there had already ended.
The final sort is:
He Suining and Song Wanyue, the first group, are at the very front.
Zhao Qi and Liu Xueying, the second group, are walking in the middle.
The last two boys were actually in the last group.
Because it was a gathering to boost morale, they kept a distance from each other. In Zhao Qi's words, it wouldn't be fun if they huddled together for warmth.
He Suining and Song Wanyue walked into the dilapidated and pale teaching building.
What comes into view are various rooms.
Some doors were closed, some were open. A window on the first floor was broken, and a gust of wind blew in, making the door creak.
The sound was rather eerie at night.
Song Wanyue, as if frightened, hooked her arm around hers.
He Suining glanced at her but did not refuse.
A few seconds later, they had created a significant distance between themselves and Zhao Qi's group in the middle. Only then did they hear Song Wanyue whisper to her, "He Suining."
She turned to look at her, puzzled.
"Don't be scared if anything happens later." To prevent her from misunderstanding, Song Wanyue quietly took out her phone from her pocket, opened the forum to show her, "Look, Zhao Qi is deliberately trying to scare you at the courage-boosting event and make you look bad."
He Suining had considered that her debuff would have an impact, but she didn't expect it to be so significant.
She took the phone.
I discovered that Zhao Qi was actually live-streaming on the forum.
How incredibly boring you must be, she's speechless.
[OP: Hehe, even God is on my side. That bitch He Suining is in the same group as Song Wanyue, and they're both girls. They'll be scared to death.]
[xx: What grudge do you hold against me?]
Original Poster's reply: Where did this stinking maggot come from? If you're not going to read this, get lost. Stop trying to whitewash this scumbag.
[xx: Have you started yet? Just grabbing a little stool to reserve a spot. By the way, just wanted to say to the person on the second floor, it seems like this poster is annoying because of their boyfriend.]
The comments below were mostly either in agreement or a few sarcastic remarks.
Song Wanyue glanced at her expression and whispered to her, "Don't take these things to heart. This place is also known as the garbage dump; it's basically a place for people to vent their frustrations. These people don't necessarily have a grudge against you; they're just bored."
He Suining understood perfectly well that people who could freely spout nonsense in such places basically had no presence in real life.
They walked up the stairs and unknowingly reached the fourth floor.
Although the atmosphere was somewhat eerie, nothing seemed to be happening. The two men were so bored they started chatting.
It seems to be almost there.
Zhao Qi finally spoke up, "This is too boring. I think the fourth floor is perfect. Aren't many ghost stories related to the number four? How about we go in groups, with each group going into a classroom and staying for a full five minutes? What do you think?"
Since she knew that she did it on purpose, He Suining naturally wouldn't bother to refuse, so she nodded and agreed.
So Song Wanyue and He Suining went inside together.
Once inside, Zhao Qi and Wu Wei immediately locked the door. Wu Wei chuckled, looking quite lewd.
He couldn't wait to hear He Suining's pitiful cries, hoping he could sneak in and hug her amidst the chaos, offering her some comfort.
However, the atmosphere inside the classroom was not as terrifying as outsiders imagined; on the contrary, it was even somewhat relaxed.
Song Wanyue casually pulled up a chair and sat down.
The light from the phone shone on He Suining's face, and she, like herself, looked serene.
"It seems you're not afraid."
Hearing the voice, He Suining wandered around the classroom for a moment before sitting down next to her. "Did you come here specifically for me?"
It's not that she's narcissistic, but judging from Song Wanyue's behavior, she really doesn't seem to enjoy participating in these kinds of activities at all.
Song Wanyue didn't deny it; instead, she readily admitted, "Yes, I saw this post at the junkyard and immediately signed up."
He Suining smiled.
This Song Wanyue is very kind-hearted. Even though it was her problem, she acted even angrier than she actually was, saying, "These people are so hateful, and we can't even call the police to arrest them. The teacher won't do anything until something real happens."
Sensing the danger in her words, He Suining's eyes flickered.
She glanced at her phone; three minutes had passed. "Don't you want to scare them a little and make them suffer the consequences?"
Song Wanyue's eyes lit up immediately. "What do you plan to do?"
at this time.
"It's almost five minutes, there's still no sound from inside." Wu Wei leaned closer to the window, squinting as he peered through the glass.
Unfortunately, it was too dark inside, and you could barely see anything.
Liu Xueying and Zhou Zihao leaned against the other wall. Zhou Zihao leaned closer, head down, and asked, "Are you going in later?"
She looked hesitant.
Zhou Zihao continued to urge her on, "Don't say I didn't warn you, He Suining has a lot of points. Killing her is equivalent to doing several missions in total."
Seeing how easily he made it sound so easy, Liu Xueying glared at him angrily and said in a low voice, "But this is murder."
Other small worlds don't need to do this, but here, death is death.
How could Zhou Zihao not know?
Of course he was aware of it; he wasn't stupid. But he deliberately ignored it; as long as he didn't think about it, everything would be fine.
Now that Liu Xueying had exposed him, his eyes instantly turned red.
You look crazy.
"So what? Will the police arrest us here? Nobody will care once we get out. Don't you want to leave the Bureau? Don't you want to be resurrected?"
she thinks.
Liu Xueying didn't say anything more.
"Five minutes are up." Wu Wei stared at the time on his phone, and as soon as five minutes were up, he couldn't wait to speak, but no one paid any attention to him.
He understood what everyone was thinking, so he remained silent.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Another five minutes.
Zhao Qi's smug expression turned to fear, her face twitching. "This isn't right, is it? Why is there no sound at all? Why aren't they coming out?"
Wu Wei hesitated for a moment, then walked to the door and gently pushed it open.
It was eerily quiet inside.
Zhou Zihao walked behind Wu Wei, pushed him aside, and went inside with a frown, followed closely by the others.
The windows on the other side of the classroom were all sealed off with bricks for some reason, making the scene particularly eerie.
It was pitch black all around, and no one could see anyone else. Everyone seemed to be able to hear their own heartbeat.
Especially when they feel guilty.
"He Suining?" Things had turned out differently than they expected. Zhao Qi couldn't help but call out their names with a sob in her voice, "Song Wanyue? Don't scare us, come out quickly."
She just wanted to tease He Suining a bit, but she didn't intend for anything to actually happen to them.
She took out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and shone it around.
The light flickered past a figure, then she quickly shone it on her. It was Song Wanyue, sitting motionless on a chair not far away.
Even if Zhao Qi was stupid, she could see that something was wrong. Instead of moving forward, she took a few steps back.
Head down, fingers flying across the phone.
Her only consolation was that, unlike in horror movies, her phone still had a signal.
[OP: Help! Help! He Suining is missing, and Song Wanyue is sitting motionless in the classroom. What should we do?]
[xx: OP is talking nonsense. What, are we part of your game too?]
[xx: Really? Why don't you go and push Song Wanyue yourself?]
[xx: Don't worry, OP. I'll burn incense for you if you die, haha.]
The forum quickly amassed hundreds of replies, but none of them offered any useful advice. Nobody believed her, and even the person who posted the message was subjected to relentless attacks in this garbage dump.
Zhao Qi was furious.
Just as she was typing, Zhou Zihao, the boldest of them all, grabbed Wu Wei and said, "You go see Song Wanyue, I'm going to find He Suining."
He had some doubts, but he wasn't entirely sure.
Wu Wei's legs were trembling; he didn't really want to go.
But facing Zhou Zihao, who was a size older than him, he was afraid that Zhou would beat him up. Wu Wei, who bullied the weak and feared the strong, could only tremble as he approached Song Wanyue step by step.
Cold sweat poured down his forehead.
He didn't know how long he dawdled; perhaps it wasn't very long, but it felt like an eternity.
No one dared to speak; even their breathing automatically became softer.
Finally, Wu Wei arrived in front of Song Wanyue.
He reached out his trembling hand, which looked like it belonged to someone with Parkinson's disease, and patted Song Wanyue's shoulder, but didn't respond at all.
Wu Wei was about to cry.
Perhaps it was just psychological, but he even felt that Song Wanyue's shoulders were cold.
The chill of death pierced his palms through his clothes.
He was on the verge of tears, wanting to go back. "Is she...is she dead? She's not responding at all, what should I do?"
Zhao Qi got engrossed in arguing with someone on her phone.
Liu Xueying gave him a forced smile, though he probably couldn't see it at all. "Maybe she's just teasing us. Why don't you take a look?"
Wu Wei cursed under his breath.
He did not want.
creak.
As I was thinking this, I heard a faint sound of a chair dragging on the floor beside me. It sounded like a door being rattled by the wind, only much louder.
He looked over doubtfully.
Song Wanyue, who had just been facing away from him, suddenly turned to face him, her hair completely covering her face. In an instant, Wu Wei was reminded of the horror movie he watched as a child—Sadako.
In an instant, his psychological defenses crumbled.
He screamed and turned to run, ignoring the chairs and tables he bumped into along the way, letting out pitiful cries as he tumbled and crawled, somehow managing to reach the doorway by accident, where he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Wu Wei's reaction caused Liu Xueying and Zhao Qi to scream in fear.
The three of them ran away together.
Zhou Zihao was terrified, but he simply couldn't believe it; it must be fake.
He had participated in horror scenarios before and had some understanding of them, which is why he didn't rush out immediately.
But he was also afraid.
He still couldn't find He Suining, and the growing uncertainty in his heart was frightening.
Sudden.
He kicked something soft and yielding.
Zhou Zihao crouched down in the dark and touched it, asking suspiciously, "He Suining, is that you?"
He mustered his courage and patted the ground again, his voice tinged with laughter, but if you listened closely, you could hear that his tone was trembling. "He Suining, stop joking. They've all been scared away. Isn't the ground cold? Get up quickly."
Still no one responded.
creak.
He turned around in fright—it was just the wind making the door creak and groan.
Nourishes—
There was a screeching sound of something sliding on the ground.
at this time.
A freezing hand gripped him tightly. "Zhou Zihao, come—keep—me—with—you, I'm so cold."
Zhou Zihao remained silent for a few seconds.
Suddenly, she let out a painful cry, "Ah—owa ...
He scrambled and stumbled, and seeing the faint, bright moonlight at the doorway, rushed out.
Like everyone else, he disappeared through the classroom door in the blink of an eye.
The classroom fell silent again, eerily so.
A few minutes later.
Then Song Wanyue's tentative little voice came from inside the classroom, which was quite cute, "Um... He Suining, are you still there?"
Her voice showed absolutely no fear compared to Zhou Zihao's.
"He Suining?"
Song Wanyue sat obediently in the chair and waited, but when she didn't hear a response, she became worried. "Damn, what's wrong? Did you get a leg cramp and can't get up?"
She prepared to get up and find where He Suining was lying, as she vaguely remembered it.
He Suining, who had already quietly walked up behind Song Wanyue, was speechless. She had a Minion-like expression, her lips drawn into a straight line.
Song Wanyue's thought process is rather unique.
"I'm here."
She gently patted Song Wanyue's shoulder, and the latter quickly turned around.
Seeing that she was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that you're alright. Let's go, it's very late now."
He Suining walked alongside her, very curious about her. "I was just about to scare you, aren't you scared at all?"
Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment.
He scratched his cheek. "Well... how should I put it, I'm an atheist."
Since they are atheists and do not believe in God, they naturally do not believe in ghosts.
She is a staunch believer in science.
He Suining was amused by her serious words and gave her a thumbs up, "That's good."
They quickly went downstairs.
Because both of them come from well-off families, they live in another apartment building at ZJ University. The environment and atmosphere are good, and there are only a dozen or so girls living together, each with their own room and private bathroom, which is very nice.
They moved away from the teaching building.
Behind them, on the fourth floor of the teaching building, a faint shadow was watching them.
She disappeared only when they were out of sight.
"Whoosh—whoosh."
Zhou Zihao was panting heavily, his hands on his knees, and he calmed down for a long time.
hum.
The vibration of his phone in his pocket startled him.
The ringtone that played gave him a sigh of relief; at least he was still alive.
With wet hands, he picked up the phone and held it to his ear. "Hello."