Let's face the fear together, Sao Nian Chapter 61 The Floor That Does Not Exist
"Classmate, please calm down. Can you please let Beibei go? You misunderstood!" A girl said hurriedly. She was a friend of the girl who was being held hostage.
Through the light, she could vaguely see that Beibei's neck had been scratched with a sharp knife, and bright red blood dripped out.
"Help me... Oh, it hurts! Help me..." The kidnapped girl Beibei, her eyes filled with fear and tears, was too scared to move.
"What a misunderstanding! Guys like you... are self-righteous and like to put your own happiness above the pain of others. Then try what it feels like to be overridden by others!" The boy was very excited, and he didn't know if he was usually suppressed.
After a while, he started laughing, "Hahahaha!"
His face was a little distorted: "There are ghosts in the fog now. You can't leave here even if you want to survive, and..."
He looked at the tape tied to the table leg, and several girls had a bad premonition: "You... what do you want to do? You can't do this! That's to guide Senior Xing Nan and the others..."
"Why can't it be like this?" He turned around and asked, pointing the blade at the girl, which scared the girl and subconsciously backed away.
"Since they like to go out so much, let them die!" The light from the mobile phone shone on his face from diagonally below, making him look more like an evil ghost.
He swung the utility knife over to cut the tape...
"No!" Upstairs, Xing Nan suddenly said when he stepped on the last step.
Luo Zhi was startled: "What's wrong, classmate Xing Nan?"
"Don't you feel something strange under your feet?" he said.
"Classmate Xing Nan..." Luo Zhi was confused, "Isn't it a very ordinary staircase?"
"No...no."
"From a scientific point of view, most of us are right-handed. The habit of stepping on the stairs is to step on the first step with the right foot first, and finally step on the last step with the right foot. If there are even numbers of stairs, it will cause
Slight discomfort and discomfort, easily suspicious."
"So, most of the stairs are odd-numbered, and our academy is no exception! I started counting steps as soon as I left the classroom door. Although I have never been to the third floor of the teaching building, every flight of stairs before has been level 9. Why?
Maybe there will be an extra level when we get to the third level!"
"That is to say..." Luo Zhi's teeth were chattering.
"Well," Xing Nan looked more solemn than ever before, "Unfortunately, we encountered a supernatural incident."
Luo Zhi hurriedly whispered: "Senior Xing Nan, how about we leave quickly? We have no way to deal with the ghost!"
"No!" Xing Nan decisively refused, "This is a good opportunity to study supernatural phenomena. This is why I chose to come to the teaching building!"
Xing Nan said slowly: "School Ghost Story No. 12 - The non-existent floor..."
As he said that he had completely stepped onto this floor, he continued to murmur slowly: "...wandering up and down the stairs late at night, carefully counting the number of stairs. When it ends with an even number, maybe you can find a floor that does not exist."
Luo Zhi swallowed. There was a cold wind in the corridor, and he felt a chill down his spine. He regretted following the guy in front of him.
Xing Nan pushed up his glasses: "This is
The president made up ghost stories, but the president did not describe too much about the characteristics of the floor and what was inside. If she expected that someone would know that all the ghost stories were true, then she would definitely hide the really valuable information to avoid
Exploited and hacked.”
"The non-existent floors with the least information may also hide information that we don't know. We can't just wait for others to come to the rescue. No one knows when the rescue will come. While the academy is still safe, I think we have
You must take the risk!”
Xing Nan looked at the coquettish dark purple and the deep darkness at the end, and what he saw was indeed a glimmer of hope.
In fact, he still didn't say a word.
"...If she is the president, she will never let things get out of control. She must have a way to control these supernatural events in an ordinary way!"
"And I want to find it!"
And in the same stairway...
Wang Ge was almost desperate. She squatted in the corner of the stairs and couldn't find a way out.
"Why can't I get out? What's going on?" She experienced great terror on this floor, and she couldn't get out of this floor, either up or down.
The phone was about to be turned off, but she still had no clue. Her face became paler and paler, her mental stress reached the limit, and her entire sanity was about to be swallowed up by darkness.
As a teacher, she received a good materialistic education, but at this time she could not explain what she was suffering from. It was not only the fear of the unknown, but also the collapse of her worldview. In this case, she could not calm down at all.
Find a way out.
Under a spiritual event, both academic qualifications and a pretty face become meaningless, and money and power cannot bring any harm to ghosts.
Without people like Qiao Xi, this world would be a hell.
Regardless of how cute the little ghost is in Zhang Luo's hands, countless experiments have proven that ghosts, such almost idealistic things, are not affected by any real matter at all, even so-called electromagnetic weapons. In other words, for modern physics
Words cannot be understood, cannot be studied, and are beyond cognition.
So much so that the people from the Supernatural Events Bureau that Zhang Luo met last time could only rely on the ghosts bound by the Destiny to make spiritual devices, and they broke into the possibly haunted toilet with ordinary guns, purely to prepare for the ghost-level supernatural event.
When an incident breaks out, a gun can only bring a sense of comfort if you risk your life.
No wonder those people looked weird when they saw Zhang Luo. It was like entering a tiger cave with bare hands and preparing to feed the tiger, and suddenly found a teddy inside digging at the roots of a tree... This is probably what reality looks like.
So let alone Wang Ge, several experts on ghosts and ghosts have committed suicide.
"Ugh..." Under pressure, the teacher, who had always maintained a serious and cold image in front of the students, finally couldn't bear it and cried.
"Woooooooo..." Not far away, Xing Nan turned his head instantly, "Did you hear anything?"
There seemed to be a slight light in that direction, but it was too faint and it was also behind the head. It was a blind spot in the perspective. They didn't notice it just now.
Luo Zhi's legs began to wobble, and a big boy almost cried: "Senior Xing Nan, I beg you! Let's leave, it's too scary..."
"It's not necessarily a ghost cry," Xing Nan looked at the stairs going up and used the light from his mobile phone to illuminate it, "If you're scared, you can leave here."
"No! Senior Xing Nan, don't leave me!" Luo Zhi clung to him with a sad face, "Let's go together!"
Xing Nan sighed: "How can I go upstairs if you hold me?"
"Oh," Luo Zhi retracted his arm angrily and followed Xing Nan upstairs.
It could be seen that a purple halo appeared in front of him, and Xing Nan looked thoughtful. If there was a light, these should be teachers and students of the academy, but it was not ruled out that they were ghosts pretending to be ghosts, but he still breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ah——! Ghost! Ghost!" Luo Zhigang shouted in fright when he saw the figure.
"Ah——!" The other party also screamed, with a complete soprano voice, and the whole fog seemed to be boiling.
Xing Nan's veins popped out on his forehead and he raised his elbow and hit Luo Zhi on the chin.
"Ugh..." Luo Zhi bit his tongue and shed tears in pain. He could no longer hit a high note.
"It's a human being!"
The two halos of light merged, and a woman was seen squatting at the corner of the stairs, with a somewhat inelegant posture.
At this moment, the lights on the woman's side went out and the phone was turned off.
"You are..." Xing Nan frowned. The woman seemed to have been crying for a while, and the eyeliner on her face was a little smudged. No wonder Luo Zhi thought she was a ghost.
"I remembered, you are Wang Ge, the head teacher of Class 1, Grade 3."
His memory has always been very good, and he can identify most of the teachers in this academy by their looks.
Wang Ge's high-pitched voice suddenly stopped, and after wiping his tears, he realized that the other party was two teenagers, still wearing school uniforms.
The important thing is that it should be a living person!
Wang Ge stood up in disbelief, suddenly thinking that his current state was a bit embarrassing, and quickly straightened up his appearance: "...Um, who are you? Sorry, I'm too scared, so..."
"Nothing." Xing Nan felt that he was still very determined and introduced himself, "My name is Xing Nan, secretary of the student union. I am here to explore the survivors on the floor this time."
"Oh, are you the genius child from Class 4?" Wang Ge's eyes were red and he was a little dazed.
"You are not worthy of being a genius. I think President Xia Zisu is the real genius. I am just an ordinary person who is partial to science. The person next to me is called Luo Zhi, and he is currently my partner." He pointed to the boy behind him and said
, with a calm tone, "So, teacher, are you trapped here?"
"This...that's right. Even if you come in, you can't get out. No matter how you go up or down this staircase, you will always return to this floor." Wang Ge seemed to have lost his fighting spirit and sat on the ground with his knees in his arms.
Then his eyes showed fear, "Besides, the corridor is full of corpses."
"Corpse?" Luo Zhi looked at the darkness behind him, his whole scalp trembling.
"Yes, there are many students, but none of them have any shame!" Wang Ge looked gloomy and looked like his spirit was broken by this supernatural incident.
But because there was a living person around, her face looked better and she wasn't so scared.
"Teacher Wang, there is no need to be so negative. If we go back, I think we still have a chance." He pointed to the tape in Luo Zhi's hand and said, "We can follow this thing back. One end of this thing is tied to the first floor.
On the desk in the classroom, I think the situation here is like the ghost hitting the wall in folklore, which affects our sense of direction and vision, and has no impact on real matter."