Just when Jian Ning hesitated to raise her head, the crying in the bathroom sounded again, and this time Jian Ning was very sure that the crying came from above her head.
Jian Ning became even more frightened, as if her heart was about to jump out.
I have grown up, but I have never encountered such a thing.
What should I do now?
Should I pray to the Buddha for blessing, or should I pray to God?
Jian Ning turned around and looked at the bathroom door, and quickly rushed towards the door, wanting to leave the bathroom, but this time, no matter how hard Jian Ning tried, she couldn't open the door.
"Someone, help, please come quickly," Jian Ning almost cried, shouting hard, and banging the door hard, hoping that someone could come to save her.
But this move seemed to have no effect at all.
No one responded to him at all, and no one came to open the door.
Jian Ning is about to collapse.
God, God, Buddha, although I, Jian Ning, don’t believe in you on weekdays, but now, please help me.
Just when Jian Ning was cramming, the crying seemed to be getting louder and louder.
Jian Ning didn't dare to turn around or look up, for fear that she would see some horrific scenes that would make her unable to hold on.
But sometimes people are like, the less you can see, the more horrifying pictures you will make up in your mind.
This is what Jian Ning is like now.
Just because she couldn't see it now, countless scenes from horror movies appeared in Jian Ning's head.
She even felt that there should be a bloody female ghost standing behind her, which made Jian Ning even more scared.
I made up my mind and thought about what I had to face no matter what.
Even if I was killed, I couldn't be scared to death.
So, Jian Ning clenched her fists, slowly turned around, raised her head, and looked in the direction of the bathroom ceiling.
Looking up, Jian Ning was stunned.
She originally thought she would see some bloody scenes, but to her surprise, what she saw was a girl in school uniform.
Jian Ning didn't grow up in this city, so she couldn't tell which school the girl was wearing.
However, there were two words tattooed on the left chest of the uniform, "No. 2 Middle School", which let Jian Ning know.
The girl in front of her was a middle school student.
As for whether she was in junior high school or high school, Jian Ning couldn't tell.
The girl was suspended in the air, with her toes not far from Jian Ning's head.
It seemed that if the girl went down a little, or if Jian Ning raised her toes a little, she could touch her.
"You, you, you, what are you going to do?"
Jian Ning asked tremblingly.
This was the first time she had experienced such a situation, so she didn't know what to say at all.
But after thinking about it, she still wanted to figure it out.
The girl's purpose is to hope that she can let herself go quickly.
The girl was still crying miserably, and Yin Hong's blood dripped from her eyes.
This made Jian Ning know that the blood that fell on her face just now was the girl's tears.
Gradually, the girl dropped some height, and finally she was parallel to Jian Ning, their eyes facing each other.
Jian Ning actually saw a feeling of sadness in the girl's eyes, which made Jian Ning less afraid of the girl.
"I died so unjustly," the girl finally said, with a bit of coldness and a bit of sadness.
Jian Ning's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that this girl was killed?
She wanted to ask what happened to this girl, but when the words came to her lips, Jian Ning couldn't open her mouth.
She didn't talk to her.
The experience of chatting with ghosts The girl sighed heavily, "Hey, he said he loved me, but why did he lie to me again?"
After saying this, blood and tears oozed from the girl's eyes again.
Jian Ning was confused by what was said.
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However, now that the girl had spoken, she didn't have to ask anymore.
She just had to be an audience here obediently.
She only hoped that after being an audience, she could let her leave.
Here "He was my chemistry teacher.
I noticed him on the first day he came to work in our school.
He was very handsome and sunny.
I was attracted to him at that time.
From then on, whenever I had time, I would go to his office with various exercises for more than half a year.
Every time he took the trouble to explain them to me, but in fact, I couldn't listen at all and just looked at him.
It’s like when I’m talking about exercises.
During that time, my grades plummeted.
My teachers and my parents were very puzzled.
Only I knew that he was the only one in my head.
Apart from him, there was nothing else.
After a while, I really couldn't bear it anymore, so I finally found him after school one day and confessed to him.
I thought he would reject me, but I didn't expect that he said that he had been paying attention to me for a long time and liked me very much.
So, we started dating secretly.
During that time, I was extremely happy and felt that everything was so beautiful.
However, the good times did not last long.
Not long after, I found out that he was very close to a girl from another class.
That girl was prettier than me and had a better figure.
Better than me, he even speaks better than me.
I asked him, but he refused to admit it and said that he was a student who liked to ask questions.
But didn’t I also change from a student who asked questions to being in a relationship with him?
So, I began to secretly observe the two of them, and finally I discovered that they really had an unusual relationship.
I made an appointment with him that day to meet him nearby, intending to explain things clearly, but I arrived too early and started wandering around here.
When I went to the toilet, I realized that the girl had been following him.
I saw me entering the bathroom and followed me directly.
I argued with the girl and ended up fighting.
She pulled out a sharp knife from somewhere and wanted to kill me.
I struggled, but in the end the knife still scratched my wrist.
The girl was scared when she saw me bleeding, but she couldn't scream.
That would attract a lot of people to watch, and it would be troublesome.
So, the girl took out her cell phone, called him, and told him to kill me.
I thought that he on the other end of the phone would call the police, or at least be very sad.
In the end, he just kept comforting the girl, and even directed her on the phone how to turn the scene into a suicide.
How ridiculous.
I was killed by someone, and it was eventually deemed a suicide.
Moreover, it was accomplished with his help.
He cheated on me.
Of course I hate him.
What I hate more is that girl.
If it weren’t for her, we would be fine and I wouldn’t die
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