The Fine Arts Building has been circulating some eerie legends, every school has such a place, students are enthusiastic about it, but most of them don't believe in it, after all, without personal experience, there is no reverence.

  Those four girls were quite brave normally, but seeing such a shocking scene, they were scared to death, and didn't dare to walk through the sea of red to approach the toilet that was constantly overflowing with red liquid, turning around and screaming as they ran out.

  They wanted to leave the art building, but when they arrived at the door, they found that the originally open door was locked. The four of them were even more frightened and shook the door lock with force.

  Xin Xiaolu crumpled up the empty packaging bag in his hand and threw it back into the bag, then, with a flourish, he dodged the red thing on the ground and quietly went upstairs while the four people were shaking the lock at the door.

  The four girls downstairs finally found that their method was ineffective. One of the girls regained a bit of sanity and shouted: "Quickly, quickly call for help!"

  Although the school doesn't allow students to bring mobile phones, there are always some who secretly do. Among them was a first-year high school girl who had brought her phone. She hastily took out her phone, shaking as she unlocked it to make a call, but soon she collapsed and let out a sobbing "Wu", "No signal, why is there suddenly no signal?!"

  Why? Because Xīn Xiǎo Lù had prepared a portable signal jammer.

  "What should we do? Let's shout loudly, maybe someone will pass by and hear us, a teacher must come to see!"

  "And what about Xin Xiaolu, was she really in the bathroom just now? What was that just now? Is she dead?"

  Several girls leaned against each other incoherently. The sky had already darkened, with only a thin red sunset slowly disappearing. The school was extremely quiet after the holiday, as if all sounds had disappeared, and it was even more frighteningly quiet on the side of the art building.

  "Let's turn on the lights, why is it so dark here..." a girl said with a trembling voice.

  Another girl's face turned pale: "I remember, this is a sensor light..."

  Their voices were so loud here that they must have been bright, but the lights had no reaction. In the darkening sky and earth, this dead old art building was not shining at all.

  The circuit breaker was in the corridor outside the door. Before Xinxiaolu came, he had already cut off the power of this building.

  "Is it really a ghost... I don't want to stay here anymore..." Someone started crying.

  Just then, several people heard the sound of someone running on the second floor. The footsteps were right above their heads, and they could hear clearly that it was a panicked run, as if trying to escape from something.

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