Hush!don't open the door for him

Chapter 127 Little Diary

Fang Yin stiffened his neck, moved his body stiffly, leaned against the wall slowly, and then turned his head to look at the rows of bookshelves that felt extremely oppressive.

After he turned around completely, the creaking bookshelf became quiet instead, and nothing unusual could be seen from the outside.Obviously it was a movement from an abnormal reason.Fang Yin's back felt cold, and he took a deep breath.

His face was a little pale, but he had to bite the bullet and hold on, and the hand holding the wall trembled slightly.He clenched his fists, frowning and forced himself to calm down quickly.

Standing against the wall like this all the time, although it feels quite safe, but going on like this is not an option, and it is impossible for him to stand here all the time.If you don't move forward, if you don't find a way out, it's possible that you're still waiting for the exit to appear in front of you automatically.

Be wary of the surrounding environment, Fang Yin walked forward tremblingly against the wall.Fang Yin has fallen into this space before, and knows how rich the horror elements are here.

There are a total of three rows of bookshelves in the room, with no end in sight at a glance, and no one knows how many rows there are.Each of them is full of books with all kinds of books.There are everything about it, the thin ones are crowded together, and the dense ones are there.

Fang Yin glanced briefly, and saw novels, literary history, picture albums, history, computer programming and so on.It's not like a private library anymore, it's more like a small school library.It is not all-inclusive, but at least it can be said to be complete in variety.

Fang Yin touched his nose, and carefully walked through the narrow corridor left by the bookshelves and walls on the left.

Probably to create a scary atmosphere, the structure of the rooms inside is different from the common house types outside.

Basically, they are extremely long and narrow, the lights are dim or flickering, and it is impossible to see the surrounding situation clearly, and the field of vision is very cramped.From the environment, the heartbeat can't help but speed up.

Fang Yin walked a few steps forward when he heard the creaking sound again.

It was very ear-piercing, like the kind of rotten wooden gate in an old house, which groaned sharply when it moved, and groaned wildly.

The source of the sound was obliquely ahead, and it sounded a little far away.It was not like the movement of the row of bookshelves closest to him.

If you don't do it, you won't die.Fang Yin, who has read countless films, is well versed in the routines of horror films. At this moment, he is deeply involved in it, without any curiosity, and has no intention of going to find out.

He let him ring, even if the bookshelf collapsed, rotted, or fell down today, Fang Yin would not go over to take a look.

I thought so.The soles of his feet accelerated, wanting to quickly pass through this ocean of knowledge.

The ghost tossing the bookshelf seemed to know what Fang Yinxin always thought, and the next second the bookshelf in front of him really fell down.The books above were smashed down, like a mountain avalanche and the ground cracked, scattered all over the ground in a mess.

If Fang Yin didn't hide fast enough, he would have been hit on the head directly.

Fang Yin looked at the blocked road ahead, feeling a little speechless.He now has two choices, to climb over here, or to take a detour to the corridor formed by the left column and the middle column.

Before he could make a decision, he felt a gust of wind blowing beside him, making him feel chilly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a gray shadow passing between the bookshelves.

Fang Yin bit her lower lip, wishing she could just close her eyes.But I was afraid of closing my eyes and groping for something unclean.He froze in place and broke down a bit.With all his strength, he bypassed the collapsed bookshelf and continued to walk forward.

The cloudy wind rose again, this time changing positions, behind him.

Fang Yin even felt something caressing the back of his neck, causing goosebumps.Fang Yin shrank his neck, frowned and turned his head slightly to look.

There is nothing behind.

In the next second, the one on the other side appeared again, and with a swipe, the black shadow flashed past quickly.Fang Yin couldn't even see what it was.

Then the bookshelf in front of him was pushed back.

……

What is it for?

Fang Yin was silent, slightly speechless.Some irritability grew out of fear, but he was not as timid as he was at the beginning.

His left shoulder sank, feeling like he was being tapped by something.Fang Yin froze in place, and the next second the wings ejected and "swish" forward for a certain distance.Where he was standing just now, the bookshelf has completely collapsed.

A strong wind hit from the side, Fang Yin turned around and put on a defensive posture.However, he didn't need to do anything, the little ball of light that had been hanging in front of his forehead without any sense of presence moved.

It shook up and down a bit, as if suddenly awake, shook its chubby body, swayed left and right to block Fang Yin, and moved forward to draw a few irregular circles.The speed was so fast that it dragged out afterimages, which seemed to be some special symbols.

Fang Yin couldn't understand.But it can be felt that this little prop has self-awareness.It protects Fangyin to some extent.The unclean things inside can only scare Fang Yin with bluff, and under the protection of the small light ball, they can't cause any real harm to him.

The creaking sound sounded again.

This time, the little ball of light jumped back and forth in front of Fang Yin, and then turned around in the direction of the sound.It seemed to be signaling him to go over.

Fang Yin looked back at the way he came, and the bookshelf collapsed to the ground, not as neat as when he first came in.Looking at the trajectory, it seems that he is also forcing him to go in a certain direction.

Sighing silently, Fang Yin was forced to compromise.

Fine.

Reluctantly go over and take a look.

Bypassed layers upon layers of obstacles.Fang Yin finally saw the dishonest bookshelf, which creaked back and forth.

nothing special.

Fang Yin stood in front of the bookshelf, and it became quiet all of a sudden.

The books above were not high enough, and they were not filled tightly, leaving a gap of about three centimeters between the top of the book and the compartment.

Fang Yin raised his head suddenly, and met a pair of eyes through the gap.

The apricot eyes are very delicate, and there is a small mole on the lower corner of the eye, adding three different charms to the pure and delicate.

Nice looking eyes.

It's just that the eyes are not agile.

They are dull and lifeless, revealing gray and gray, like the eyes of a dead man.

Fang Yin's heart skipped a beat, and he faintly felt that those eyes were somewhat familiar.These are... small eyes?

Those eyes stared at him for a while, then suddenly raised his hand against a book and slowly pushed it forward.

With a "click", a book on Fang Yin's side was squeezed and fell to the ground.

To be precise, it was a notebook, not a book.The leather cover, the magnetic buckle seals the book tightly, even if it falls from such a high place, it will not open.

There is no text on the original cover, and the pure black cover looks cold.

Fang Yin bent down to pick up the book, and when he looked up again, the pair of eyes on the opposite side of the bookshelf had disappeared. Fang Yin walked around to the back of the bookshelf without finding any traces.

His appearance seemed to be to get this notebook down for Fang Yin to read.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, the magnetic clasp was easily opened, and a photo fell down, which was quickly pinched by Researcher Fang Yin.It was a graduation photo.There are large red characters printed on the top, City No. [-] Middle School... Class No. [-], Class [-]?

At this moment, he was finally sure that the owner of those eyes was Xiao Xiao.It's just why the NPCs in the second illusion appear here?

Could it be that this third space is the waiting room for NPCs?When not working, they are all here?

Fang Yin raised his eyebrows, looked at the back of the photo, and found that there was no handwriting on the back.He opened the book and saw the unusually delicate writing on it.

October [-]th, sunny

I finally changed schools.After leaving the original depressive environment, I will definitely have a new life.The new school looks very good. There are six people in the dormitory. Although they stared at me for a long time, they all greeted me gently.They must be gentle people.Start looking forward to the future life.

This is... a diary?After reading the first page, Fang Yin casually flipped through the book, and found that most of the book had memorized the contents.The date on the last page is the end of June of this year.About a month later, the fog broke out.

Fang Yin flipped quickly, almost reading ten lines at a glance.

Xiaoxiao records all kinds of trivial things in life here, such as some interesting things that happened in class today, such as what food he liked in the cafeteria, such as the fluctuation of test scores...

It's no small matter.

After flipping through more than ten pages in a row, Fang Yin sensitively captured the key information.

That was a diary entry on November 21st a month later.

Cloudy to rainy.

They are all the same, he, they, and those before them, are demons.asshole.

I can't escape, it's the same everywhere.

This is a new hell.

When Fang Yin saw the first sentence, he was slightly taken aback, and exerted some strength on the hand holding the paper, wrinkling the paper a little.From this day on, Xiaoxiao started a life of being bullied in this school.

His classmates teased him for his overly delicate looks and voice.From one person, to a group of people, to the whole class.Then Xiaoxiao was bullied for several months.

At the beginning, he just hid his notebook and put bugs in the pencil case, which was a prank type of "little joke".

Later, it was undisguised abuse, and then it rose to beating.They would drag people to the bathroom between classes and bully them wantonly.Then use a fluffy joke to take it over.

Weeping blood.

Fang Yin flipped through the pages with a sullen face.The little diary is far more detailed than what they felt in the illusion.

The Xiaoxiao here is different from the one in the illusion, without any ability to resist, and can only pour resentment and grievance between the lines.Xiaoxiao in the diary is more like a human being than a human being.

Fang Yin stared blankly, squinted his eyes staring at the diary, his eyelashes trembled, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Those hallucinations they experienced... were they really just hallucinations?

As soon as this idea popped up, it took root in my heart and lingered for a long time.

Fang Yin pursed his lips and continued to scroll down.

The little life didn't stay in No. [-] Middle School forever.He successfully walked out of that purgatory cage.The experience in the third year of junior high school seriously affected his grades. No matter how hard he tried, he could only get into an ordinary high school.

Fortunately, his high school classmates no longer discriminated against him because of his appearance.

It's just that she was small, sensitive, and inferior at that time, shrinking like a withered rose.He often lowers his head, dare not look directly into other people's eyes when talking to people, and has become a completely transparent marginal person in the class.No friends, no partners.

Under the heavy pressure of his studies, he developed serious psychological problems, insomnia, depression, self-mutilation... one after another.

He was expelled from school.Then went to the hospital to recuperate.

The diary is broken from here.

Then, after many years, there were only two short ones.

In May, on a rainy day, his mother died.In June, he plans to change to a new city, work hard and live a good life.

Then, the fog fell.He never left another word.