Nightmare Attack

"Everyone suspects that Xiaoyao was frightened alone at night. These are all her hallucinations, or a nightmare. ReadМ"

"But after finding the notebook in Xiaoyao's schoolbag, the psychology professor and doctors who were responsible for explaining her were all stunned."

Yuan Xiaoyi took a deep breath, looked at Jiang Cheng, and whispered: "There is a dark handprint on the note. It is not the kind that is painted on. It is like being grabbed by a burnt hand, and all five fingers are scratched." You can see clearly that there are black embers on it.”

"No one dared to tell Xiaoyao the news, fearing that she would lose control of her emotions and have an accident. But at this time, everyone also realized that this matter may not be that simple."

"The psychology professor waited for Xiaoyao to feel better, then tried to communicate with her, and then drew a picture based on Xiaoyao's narration."

Yuan Xiaoyi explained: "It was the borrowing desk she said she saw before she fainted, as well as a few tables nearby."

Jiang Cheng could probably guess what he wanted to do, because the 4th floor of the school library was closed early, so Xiaoyao wouldn't know what was inside the 4th floor.

And if based on Xiaoyao's memories, the pictures she drew can match the layout of the 4th floor, then can it be proved to some extent that her words are credible.

The fourth floor of the library does hide some unknown secrets.

"The communication went quite smoothly." Later, Yuan Xiaoyi said in a strange tone: "To the surprise of the psychology professor, Xiaoyao's memory of that night was extremely clear, even the positions of those people sitting on the table They can all be marked one by one.”

"Based on his experience, it doesn't look like a dream."

"Because the fourth floor of the library has been closed for a long time, some young teachers didn't know what was going on inside. The psychology professor took the painting and found the old director of the library."

"The moment he saw the painting, the old man actually trembled, and then in a questioning tone, he asked the professor who allowed him to open the iron door leading to the fourth floor of the library?"

"The psychology professor told the old curator about Xiaoyao and asked if something bad happened on the fourth floor?"

"I don't know what the professor and the old curator said. The originally silent old curator finally spoke and told him about an incident that happened many years ago."

“When the library was first established, the fourth floor was indeed open to the public.”

"Because the books on the 4th floor are relatively unconventional and complex in composition, in order to facilitate management, a special lending desk was set up on the 4th floor, which is the corresponding location in the painting."

“Those tables also existed, and the old curator remembers them clearly.

"The school also specially arranged for an elderly retired teacher to be in charge."

"There aren't many people here usually, and it's relatively quiet. This teacher is not in good health, so this can be regarded as taking care of her."

"But gradually, the teacher reported that she could often hear strange sounds when she was on duty at night, like someone turning the pages of a book."

"But when she followed the sound and looked for it, there was nothing behind the bookshelf."

"What's even weirder is that the books on the corresponding bookshelf will be inexplicably messed up."

"At first, the teacher thought it was a student playing a prank, so he ignored it, but by the end, the situation became worse and worse."

"Gradually books began to be thrown on the floor, and at one point an entire bookshelf was knocked over."

"The teacher couldn't bear it anymore, so he called other teachers in the library, locked the door on the 4th floor, and then started looking for someone, but he searched every corner on the 4th floor and couldn't find him."

"Now someone noticed something was wrong. I can't say why. Anyway, after closing the door on the fourth floor, the temperature inside dropped quickly."

"Everyone feels like they are in a cold storage."

"Then when we were looking for someone, everyone felt like they were being watched."

"Not the upright kind, but voyeuristic, as if there is an eye staring at them through the gaps between the bookshelf and the books."

"But they can't find each other's location."

"The strange sight seemed to come from all directions."

"Someone privately advised the teacher at the library desk to let her react to the school and then take a leave of absence until the matter is settled."

"The teacher also agreed. He said he would go back to pack his things and ask for leave. He would not come tomorrow."

"Unexpectedly, something happened in the end." Yuan Xiaoyi shook her head, took a long breath, and said in a regretful tone: "That night, there was a fire in the library. The fire point was on the 4th floor. The person who went up The younger teacher didn’t escape and was burned to death inside.”

"After the fire was extinguished, the strangeness of the scene was also exposed."

"Although the fire was fierce, it was only concentrated in the lending area and a small area nearby. Books on other bookshelves and some flammable wooden utensils were unscathed."

"Of course, what's even weirder is the teacher's body."

Having said this, Yuan Xiaoyi paused, raised her head, looked at Jiang Cheng with strange eyes, and said: "Her body was found on the chair behind the borrowing office. The body was sitting smoothly on the chair, with both hands He was leaning on the handrail, his whole body was burned to ashes."

"But the chair under her is fine, it's a wooden chair!" Yuan Xiaoyi spoke urgently, her pupils trembling when she looked at Jiang Cheng, "Senior, can you imagine that the entire library was burned down? , only a charred corpse was left, just sitting on a wooden chair, as if waiting for someone to come see her. "

When Jiang Cheng heard this, the first thing he thought of was the old creaking chair in Xiaoyao's story.

There was also the invisible "person" sitting on the chair, whose whole body exuded the smell of burning.

"It's indeed strange." Jiang Cheng touched his chin and said seriously: "Normally speaking, people who are burned to death will struggle violently due to pain before death, and their skin and muscles will shrink when they are burnt, so the corpses will be large. Extremely distorted."

"For people like her, it seems like they were already dead before they were burned."

Moderate and reasonable speculation will eliminate Yuan Xiaoyi's wariness about herself to a certain extent. After all, the other party has begun to doubt herself, and Jiang Cheng is also keeping a close eye on him.

"Senior." Yuan Xiaoyi's eyes were bright, "You know so much."

"Xiao Yi, I feel ashamed for you to say that. If I could understand more, maybe" Jiang Cheng pursed his lips slightly and his voice choked up, "maybe Xiaolin, Xiaoting and the others would not have died."

"Senior, this is not your fault. Don't blame yourself!" After hearing what Jiang Cheng said, Yuan Xiaoyi was busy trying to persuade her, looking a little clumsy.

Jiang Cheng rubbed his face with his hands. After a while, when he put down his hands, his eyes turned red.

"Okay, Xiao Yi, let's not talk about this anymore. You can continue talking." Jiang Cheng took a long breath and said slowly.