"What a fool." Seeing that the surroundings suddenly darkened, Zhang Xinyu couldn't help but uttered a curse word.
This time is different from last time. Last time there was still a dim yellow light, but this time it was completely dark.
Fortunately, we had equipment. Each of us took out a flashlight and illuminated the surrounding area.
The surrounding environment became shabby again, to be precise... it seemed to be even shabby than before. When I turned around, there were suddenly a lot of tables and chairs piled up on the stairs leading downstairs, and the stairs leading to the fifth floor
The stairs were also filled with tables and chairs.
The ghost is probably going to appear soon, and this stairway will not be cleared in a short while. The situation is now irreversible. In this case, we can only bite the bullet and go ahead.
But what is the level this time?
With the help of the flashlight, we saw a black mist seeping out from the door of the classroom of Class 11, Grade 11, which quickly solidified into a sign.
We immediately moved over. Zhang Xinyu and Anyang used flashlights to illuminate the surroundings and warned, while I shined a light on the sign, reading it while reading it.
"Ten years ago, a senior in Class 11 of Senior High School was obsessed with music, but he neglected his studies and was at the bottom of the class. His hobby was severely opposed by his parents and teachers. They strongly demanded that he now
Studying should be the main focus, but this senior couldn't learn at all. He was confused as to why his hobby was not recognized by anyone. After arguing with his parents and teachers countless times, the senior became frustrated and committed suicide by hanging himself.
Already."
I:"..."
"This senior is really unique..." Zhang Xinyu was also speechless for a while.
"Even if my hobby is not recognized by others, I won't commit suicide..." Anyang also said with a twitching corner of his mouth.
"Don't say that. I haven't experienced his feelings. How do you know what this senior is thinking." I looked at the content on the sign and said, "But this has nothing to do with us. The content of this sign is nothing more than singing.
Hobbies are not recognized. I feel that if you want to pass the level, the first prerequisite is to praise this ghost senior’s song..."
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a burst of howling songs coming from the Class 11 classroom. At the same time, the classroom door slowly opened.
Upon seeing this, we looked at each other, nodded in unison, and then stepped in one after another.
The moonlight shines through the window into the classroom. A dark figure is standing quietly at the window sill with his back to us. When he sees us coming in, the dark figure turns around and points to the three seats in the front row.
, with a stiff face, he said to us, "Sit down."
I think these levels are not particularly difficult. Anyone with a little bit of brains can pass them. However, it is a big problem for ordinary people to withstand the terrifying appearance of these ghosts.
For example, our senior from the 2007 class had a bruised face, protruding eyeballs, and his tongue almost ten centimeters out of his mouth. It was extremely terrifying. In such a dark environment, seeing such
It is not a strange thing for someone with poor psychological quality to faint from fright after such a terrifying scene.
Fortunately, the three of us have good psychological qualities. After seeing his terrifying face, our expressions still did not fluctuate much. Instead, we walked to where he pointed, moved the chairs and sat down.
This ghost senior was standing in front of the three of us. We could even clearly feel the cold aura on his body. However, our psychological quality was also very strong. We just sat in the front row without changing our expressions and stared at the ghost senior.
Look, after a while, I suddenly said: "Classmate, I have heard that you are a good singer. I wonder if we can be lucky enough to hear you sing a song?"
I was very flattering. After listening to my words, the ghost senior, who was originally stiff, actually had a look of excitement on his face, and he nodded immediately.
Seeing this, the three of us took it seriously and stared at the ghost senior, as if we were the most loyal fans.
The ghost senior nodded with satisfaction, he snapped his fingers, and then the background music of a song sounded inexplicably in the classroom.
The three of us were all shocked at the time. We probably all looked like what the fuck, this kind of operation was possible, and why this song was sung by Zhou Moulun back then...
Can you imagine that in such a ghost place, on a dark night, the three of us were actually listening to a scary-looking ghost senior singing nunchucks!
I think our experience was really... weird...
But if you think about it carefully, ten years ago it seemed that this song was at its peak.
Not long after the background music started playing, the ghost senior started to sing, shaking his head and shaking his head. Let’s not talk about the weird and scary way he shook his head and flicked his tongue. Let’s just talk about what he sang. It was real... it was so loud that it was hard to listen to.
.
It's just that he's out of tune. The key is to give birth to you. Maybe it's because he is a ghost. One voice is harsh and the other is unpleasant. Anyway, listening to him sing is simply a kind of torture.
Listening to him singing this song, for the first time, I felt from the bottom of my heart a saying that was circulated on the Internet at that time: Listening to others singing costs money, listening to you singing will kill you! To be honest, I feel like my ears are getting pregnant!
However, the three of us kept smiling and enjoying ourselves from beginning to end, and listened to him finish the song. I really admire myself for actually making it to the end.
After the ghost senior sang the last line of the lyrics, the background music suddenly stopped, and the ghost senior put on a pose that he thought was cool.
At the same time, the three of us stood up at the same time, applauded in unison, and I shamelessly shouted "Hello". Zhang Xinyu, a gangster, actually blew a loud whistle, which made the ghost senior stunned.
Stunned.
"Niupai, this is the first time I've heard such a beautiful voice and song." Anyang clapped his hands and gave a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Yes, brother, you are really good at singing, I admire you." I said with tears in my eyes.
"Not bad, really good." Zhang Xinyu also said shamelessly.
The three of us took turns trying to please the ghost senior, just praising him for his good singing, nice voice, singing talent, etc. Anyway, we were almost bragging to the sky, but the three of us were very shameless.
Gentle people don't blush when they brag, but they are confident and confident.
While we were bragging, we heard the ghost senior actually cry. While he was crying, he said in his hoarse and sharp voice: "Students, whether you praise me sincerely or not, I am very touched.
No one has ever praised me before, I have never been praised, I know I don’t sing well, but this is my dream, those blind bastards..."
You also know that your singing is ugly, we thought silently in our hearts. Having said that, this senior’s courage to pursue his dreams is still worthy of admiration.
Using the word "crying" to describe the ghost senior's voice is a bit misleading. It should be better to say "ghost cry" or "wolf howl". The ghost senior screamed for a while, then walked to a table in the center of the classroom and took out a crystal clear, sparkling hair from the hole in the table.
Shining...
trumpet?!
Let me go, I thought he was going to bring out some kind of weapon. In the end, he had to give me a silver dagger!
However, the reality is so cruel. The ghost senior handed the big speaker to us. After giving us a moved look, his body gradually swayed, and all the ghost energy in his body quickly poured into the big speaker.
In the end, the ghost senior, like the ghost senior before him, disappeared between heaven and earth, and the originally ordinary big speaker was covered with luster, making it look like it was not a mortal thing at first glance.
This is a bit like the small speaker used by the four commanders during the competition. Its function is also very simple, that is, it can transmit the sound to a long distance.
But it’s not of much use to us! At least it’s useless in this mission world. Although the loud sound can allow nearby students to find us, I obviously can’t use it. Why? Because I’m afraid that my classmates won’t summon us.
If you come here, but it summons a group of terrifying creatures, then the gain outweighs the loss.
Moreover, I have a whistle in my backpack, and its effect is not much worse than this big speaker, but I have never used it because I am afraid of summoning other creatures.
Although this crap is useless, it's better than nothing... I just stuffed the speaker into my military backpack, and I wasn't afraid of it getting damaged. It was a prop after all, so it wouldn't be so fragile, and today's backpacks are much better than
It was much emptier a few days ago.
The second level was passed. Although the props were a bit useless, our morale was still improved a lot. At this time, the tables and chairs that were originally blocking the stairs turned into black mist and then dissipated.
Upon seeing this, the three of us immediately strode towards the fifth floor.
To be honest, I originally thought that there should be no third level in this teaching building, and I went up to the fifth floor just to search more carefully. However, when I was counting the steps of the stairs and walking towards the fifth floor, my face suddenly changed.