Yesterday evening, four girls who were trapped in the art building almost got scared out of their wits. When the teacher went to patrol at over 9 o'clock, they found them, either crying to the point of convulsions or being so frightened that they couldn't speak coherently. The next day, not a single one came to class, and all asked for sick leave.

  Xin Xiaolu regretfully touched her red hair tie, looks like she'll have to wear it for a few more days.

  It wasn't until three days had passed that two female students returned to school. They didn't dare mention the ghost they encountered in the art building, nor did they dare mention Xin Xiaolu jumping off the building and dying because when they left the art building, they hadn't seen the corpse lying on the ground. The more they thought about it, the scarier it became.

  They stayed at home nursing their illness for these few days, with a nervous heart, afraid to hear the news that Xin Xiaolu had really died. What if they were suspected of being the murderer?

  But it was all calm and peaceful, after they returned to school, they casually inquired and found that nothing had happened, that Xin Xiao Lu attended classes as usual every day, living a good life.

  Two girls didn't believe it and secretly went to see Xin Xiaolu. Seeing the real Xin Xiaolu, as well as the red hairband she was wearing, the two girls instantly recalled that terrifying night when they saw a corpse fall from the building with their own eyes.

  "Did we see it wrong?"

  "She was clearly fine... We, we didn't do anything, did we?"

  One of the girls was nervously peeling her own fingernails, seeking confirmation from another girl. The other girl just wanted to speak when she saw Xin Xiaolu seemingly notice them and turn around with a smile.

  It was a smile that was difficult to describe, with profound implications, eerie and terrifying, which even in broad daylight, startled them into a cold sweat.

  The two girls didn't even have the courage to talk to Xin Xiaolu, and they hastily turned around and left. It wasn't until they couldn't see Xin Xiaolu anymore that they stopped, and one of the girls, who was still in a daze, couldn't help but ask her companion: "Do you think that was really Xin Xiaolu, or... a ghost?"

  "Is she already... already dead? When we locked her in that toilet the night before, she was already dead. And now this isn't even her, what we saw that day wasn't even her..." The girl's voice grew softer and softer until she couldn't speak anymore. As they exchanged glances with their companions, they all saw fear on each other's faces.

  Modern young people's lives are diverse, often online, and have been influenced by too many cultures. They have rich imagination, and the original seven points of horror have been supplemented by their own brains, becoming a full ten points of horror.

  After that, they didn't even dare to come near the junior high school teaching building, let alone bother Xin Xiaolu. What's more, two girls were even more exaggerated, after recovering from their illness and returning to school, they left the original small group and dared not bully people anymore, tucking their tails and wanting to chat with more like-minded people about "The Female Lead and Male Supporting Character", "Popular Web Novels" or discuss their favorite books with more book friends.