Under the red Moon, Red Moon primary school, headmaster's office.
After miss Lu finished her speech, she seemed to have used up all her energy. Her head lowered weakly. Her wrist, where it had been cut by the paper cutter, was bleeding again, even though it was wrapped in thick gauze. The dark red color soaked the gauze and it looked a little shocking. The dim light in the office once again made it blurry and miserable.
There was a faint chuckling sound that rang out in the office.
In the darkness where the light could not reach, mysterious and strange figures began to appear one after another. They had faces that all three of them were familiar with. They ran in the dark as if they were running under the sun. They laughed and played. Then, they got closer and closer to miss Xiaolu. Their little hands reached out from behind the sofa and grabbed her hair.
It was impossible to tell if it was real or fake, and it gave people a deep sense of guilt.
