It was raining heavily.
I turned up my collar and stood in front of the school in the wind and rain. otbnkotgt The heavy rain has soaked my hair, and patches of water gathered on the concrete floor like a stream.
The whole school looked like a faded ink painting, looking very gloomy.
I lifted my feet and walked in the direction of the playground.
Because of the heavy rain, my line of sight was disturbed.
Fortunately, the teacher on duty probably wouldn't come out at this time, so I had plenty of time.
There is only one reason for choosing to return to school at this time.
I want to see with my own eyes the ghosts of Japanese soldiers who may appear after the lightning.
The old doorman said there was something strange in the library, and it turned out to be true when we went there.
So now that the skeleton of a Japanese soldier has been found, does it mean that its ghost is indeed wandering in the school?
I must figure this out It rained heavily, but there was no lightning.
Walk to the playground.
The sandpit was filled with water and was damp.
The strong wind blew the swing on the sandpit, making a "creak" sound as it swayed.
I walked over slowly.
There was no one in the playground in the heavy rain, and there was no lightning.
Was my run today in vain?
Feeling that he might have missed the point, he shook his head helplessly.
There was no place to hide from the rain now, and it seemed that he had no choice but to leave.
After turning around and walking a few steps, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly came down, and then a very bright lightning pierced the sky, followed by a "rumbling" thunder, and lightning came.
After a few seconds, the atmosphere around me seemed to have completely changed.
The air was colder, the yin was getting thicker, and a thin mist floated on the ground.
I saw something behind the playground wall, passing through little by little.
The walls drifted inward.
"Coming" I couldn't help but feel nervous, waiting for this guy to come, but I didn't expect that I was actually bumped into.
He hurriedly hid behind the command post and looked forward.
A gray mist-like figure outside the wall actually passed through the wall without any hindrance and walked into the sand pit.
He was wearing a dead Japs uniform, but with his hands hanging down, he looked like he was wandering aimlessly.
He couldn't see his face and his whole body looked thin.
But I saw it slowly walked to the wall and stopped facing the wall.
There was no movement, as if it was standing at attention.
This is the same as what the old man said.
I still haven't shown my head.
Even if I really have the ability to capture the soul of this Japanese devil, it will be of no use to me.
In the end, I will have to find a way to sell it or send it to the underworld. , isn’t this looking for trouble when you’re full?
It was raining very fast, and the clothes on my body were completely wet, and they were sticky and sticky against my skin, which was very uncomfortable.
This guy stood there for about ten minutes, and I was soaked in the rain for about ten damn minutes.
Finally, the thunderstorm gradually became smaller, and it slowly disappeared in front of my eyes through the mist.
As soon as this guy left, I hurried up and stood where it stood at attention, facing the wall and looking at it.
The wall was very clean and there was nothing left.
I lowered my head and looked at the ground again.
This time I finally made a big discovery.
There was a dirt bag in the corner.
It looked like something was buried.
I bent down He used his hands to dig open the sand and gravel on the earth bag.
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What was buried underneath was actually a doll.
It was not an ordinary doll, but a small Japanese doll.
This doll had a pale face, thin eyebrows and small eyes, red lips, and was dressed in purple.
The Japanese kimono looks like a petite and cute girl.
But why are there Japanese dolls in Chinese schools?
You can’t buy them on the street.
You can’t collect a doll as a trophy.
Could it be that a Japanese ghost buried it here?
Not to mention whether ghosts can dig dirt, even if they can, There is no need to bury the doll here.
If it is more secure if placed in the hole, it means that this doll is not buried by a ghost.
Who could it be?
I put the doll in my pocket and returned to the school gate.
At this time, the old man was sitting in the duty room reading the newspaper.
He seemed a little surprised when he glanced at me and asked: "How did you get in?"
"Hey, I'm sorry, I turned over the iron gate."
I smiled awkwardly and replied.
"You kid didn't come here to steal anything, did you?
If you really commit a crime, I will call the police comrades to arrest you.
You didn't steal anything, did you?"
The old man said reproachfully.
"What are you talking about?
Am I a thief who steals things?
It's raining today.
I came to see if I can see a ghost.
I didn't expect that I was lucky.
I actually saw the ghost of the Japanese devil.
It's so weird. " I told the truth, and the old man was a little surprised and said: "You saw it, hey, you are lucky.
I have only seen it once in so many years of work, and you saw it once you came here."
"By the way, uncle, do you have any other stories here?"
As soon as I thought about it, the old doorman told two supernatural stories, and they all came true in the end.
If he knows anything else, maybe if he tells it together he can help me solve the mystery of this school.
"What a story," he thought as he took a dry towel from the shelf and handed it to me, and then said, "I can't think of too many if I try to think of it, but there is a rumor I don't know whether it's true or not.
Do you want to listen?"
"Whatever you want, you tell me."
I nodded quickly.
"This incident is said to have happened before I came to this school.
You also know that there were still two or three years between the establishment of the school and my coming to work.
Something happened at that time.
It was said that after liberation, we had insufficient intellectual talent. , many knowledgeable people were engaged in scientific research, and no one came to teach.
However, the children's education was about to begin, and the school also opened literacy classes, so there was not enough manpower, so the principal at the time made a report and asked the higher-ups to send some people down.
Unexpectedly, the last person sent down was actually a Japanese."
When I heard this, I immediately felt that maybe what the old man was about to say was related to what happened in this school.
"That was a Japanese man.
I don't know his name.
But I heard that he was originally an anti-war activist.
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He was a prisoner of war and was later released.
He was nearly forty years old when he came to teach.
You also know that in that era, What do these three words Japanese represent?
Many people in the school disliked him, and many parents and even so-called patriots from the neighborhood attacked him, often beating him black and blue, but he still insisted on teaching his children.
But he didn't expect that later.
Something happened that escalated the situation."
The old man paused here and took a sip of water.
"This Japanese had a daughter who was born in China.
She never had the chance to send her back to Japan.
Moreover, the economy of Japan, which had just been defeated, was in a recession.
There was no one to take care of her when she was sent back, so she took her with her.
He was transferred to this After school, my daughter also moved into the dormitory.
Unexpectedly, one night the teacher did not come home on time because he was besieged by gangsters.
Some lechers in the school got lustful and raped his daughter when she was still in her prime.
When he got home, he found that his daughter had hanged herself and was out of breath.
The matter was later dealt with internally. , it seems unbelievable now that those people were punished but not held legally responsible, but the times are special and the method of handling them is also special. " "What about the Japanese later?"
I asked quickly.
"Then no one knows, but some people say that this Japanese man actually knows magic, but he is very kind and has never used it.
His daughter has been trapped in this school since her death, so the rooftop of our school was sealed. , because there is a small compartment on the rooftop, so It was the place where the Japanese father and daughter lived in the past, and the soul of his daughter was still trapped in it and couldn't escape.
But I didn't come to the school until after this happened.
I don't know if it was true or not.
I didn't go into the cubicle or the rooftop.
It has been closed for so long and was only opened a few days ago to save people.”
The story told by the guard aroused my suspicion.
Teacher Wang entered the rooftop without opening the lock.
This was not something she could do.
It must have been done by the ghost who possessed her at the time.
That ghost is so powerful and his resentment is so strong, he must have a lot of background.
It is very likely that she is the wronged Japanese or his daughter.
In other words, if you open the rooftop and take a look at the compartment, you may be able to reveal the answer to the mystery.
"Thank you, uncle.
It's getting late today.
I'll go back first.
It's raining heavily."
I smiled and pushed open the door and rushed out.
When I looked back, I didn't know if I was dazzled.
There seemed to be a pink petal on the ground in the back room of the concierge: