As night falls, the weather turns cooler, and the gradually expanding twilight sweeps over thousands of lights.
The gusts of autumn wind lifted away the cover of large black clouds, and the moonlight first showed its beauty, glowing with an arc-shaped halo. The surroundings of the house were covered with a thin layer of fog, dotted with ginkgo trees all over the ground.
The sky is covered with ink-colored clothes, slowly appearing along the soft colors, and a ray of moonlight has its corners broken by the hard buildings on the way.
The location is the abandoned old campus of Hyun Ying High School, where an incomplete teaching building stands alone.
Walking into this building, the light next to the wall suddenly dropped, making the dark space even more eerie.
"Why did you bring her?"
Sun Miao was carrying a schoolbag full of ghost exorcism charms, holding a demon mirror she bought for fifty coins. She also stuffed a few strong-smelling garlic into her pockets, and even the cross she wore close to her body was Hanging brightly around his neck.
Ji Zehong was frightened by this posture. He just casually mentioned that he wanted to carry weapons for self-defense. Unexpectedly, the simple-minded Sun Miao took it seriously and went to the grocery store to get fully armed.
"Ask you, why did you bring her here?"
Sun Miao's tone was obviously unkind. Ji Zehong followed her gaze and saw Su Qian squatting aside and playing with a lighter regardless of her appearance.
The corridor was pitch dark. If he didn't look carefully, he would most likely mistake Su Qian for a huge mushroom. The color of the mushroom was the color of their school uniform.
"She came here on her own..."
Ji Zehong had to admit that he only realized that there was a third person following him halfway.
Sun Miao snorted coldly and pulled her light schoolbag on her back: "She is like a ghost. She suddenly appears behind people. Do you want to scare them to death?"
Su Qian just fiddled with the lighter and made a "click" sound while tracing the hot side edge with her fingers, without paying any attention to Sun Miao.
Sun Miao's hostility towards Su Qian came out of nowhere, faster than the tornado of love. She couldn't stand the other person at just one glance. Maybe it was due to a different aura, or maybe Su Qian was too pushy.
Sun Miao's family runs a chain store, so there is no need to talk about money. She grew up with a golden key in her mouth, and she has implemented my best individualistic ideas and cannot bear the slightest grievance.
She couldn't tolerate a peer who was superior to her, not to mention that this peer treated her like nothing.
Ji Zehong, who wanted to catch ghosts, had no intention of caring about the conflicts between the girls. He looked around slightly and patted his forehead with some annoyance: "I forgot to bring my flashlight."
"Use it."
The "mushroom" on the ground uprooted itself and raised its arm in front of him.
The lighter stood in the palm of his hand, creating a ball of fire that illuminated the corridor, swaying with warm light, and the shadow tied to the soles of his feet gradually lengthened.
"So good."
Su Qian looked at the lighter and said happily.
"I haven't used a flashlight in many years. I always use a lighter when walking at night."
She straightened up, straightened out the wrinkled corners of her clothes, and then glanced at Ji Zehong, finding him staring at her with disbelief.
"What's wrong?"
"No...it's just the first time I've heard you speak for such a long time."
In Ji Zehong's impression, Su Qian has been a taciturn scholar since she entered school. Except when matters related to her academic career are endangered, she will frown once or twice, and her words will be concise and to the point.
"oh."
Su Qian nodded, "So you thought I had severe language dysfunction."
Ji Zehong couldn't help but smile awkwardly.
Sun Miao opened her mouth and was about to say something when a gust of cool wind blew from outside the teaching building. She crossed her arms out of instinct, only to realize that only a thin piece of clothing could not protect her from the cold.
"Why is the wind so strong tonight? If I had known better, I would have brought the cashmere coat at the bottom of my box."
Sun Miao murmured dissatisfiedly. She rubbed the back of her hands and looked at Ji Zehong with fiery eyes through the darkness.
on the jacket he was wearing.
Ji Zehong thought something was wrong, so he forced himself to look away, but Sun Miao spoke first: "Lend it to me."
There is no doubt that the eldest lady has a temper.
Ji Zehong didn't move or move. He stood there like a wooden sculpture. He wanted to say that he was only wearing a tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt.
Sun Miao became impatient because of Feng's entanglement. When she took a step forward and wanted to forcefully pull off her coat, she was hit on the back of the head without any deviation!
"ah!"
She covered the back of her head as if frightened, turned her head and bumped into Su Qian's eyes. The calm eyes stung her, and the anger rushed up along the tense nerves, out of control. She even burned Su Qian's heart.
"Are you crazy?"
No one dared to treat her like this since she was a child.
Su Qian raised his fist as if to hit her again, but Sun Miao's feet went weak and she almost sat down on the ground.
"are you angry?"
Su Qian's expression was indifferent, and her face was as blank as a piece of white paper, which was in sharp contrast to Sun Miao's flushed face.
"When a person is angry, the blood circulation of the human body will increase sharply with the violent fluctuations of emotions, and the body temperature and blood pressure will also rise. You will not feel cold now."
She explained it generously, and Sun Miao, who was not interested in the human body structure, gritted her teeth: "...crazy person."
Su Qian accepted it happily, even though she was thought to be paralyzed. The word "crazy" could not disturb her thoughts.
Ji Zehong felt that team awareness was indispensable, so he came out to smooth things over: "Sun Miao, don't be angry if you have a lot. Su Qian didn't mean it..."
Su Qian tilted her head innocently: "I did it on purpose."
Ji Zehong: "..."
Sun Miao: "..."
Okay, there is no way to ease the atmosphere.
Ji Zehong subconsciously pulled on Sun Miao's clothes and advised her to calm down. After all, now was not a good time to get angry.
Sun Miao was furious and slapped his hand away without any dignity. Ji Zehong, who was tired of being tormented by the two girls, raised his forehead and said, "The wind is really strong today, why don't we go back?"
"What are you afraid of? Can the wind eat you?"
Sun Miao grabbed her schoolbag and yelled loudly, treating Ji Zehong as a punching bag just for venting, while the "culprit" Su Qian stayed beside him calmly, his eyes slightly condensed.
wind?
wrong.
Autumn here is controlled by the Siberian high pressure and the Pacific low pressure, and the wind direction should be from northwest to southeast.
But she vaguely remembered that the location of this teaching building seemed to be...
Su Qian took a step forward with a solemn expression, bent down and raised his heels, and quickly pulled out a pen from the bottom of the shoe, leaving only half of the ink.
She unscrewed the pen and knelt down on the floor. The cold floor tiles made her knees hurt. She pursed her lower lip and dragged the pen tip to mark the southeast, northwest and northwest.
Ji Zehong and Sun Miao were both dumbfounded. The former stuttered involuntarily: "Su, Su Qian, are you okay?"
"Inverted."
Su Qian paused with the tip of his pen and scratched the scratches on the ground. His eyes darkened unconvincingly, "The wind direction is reversed. The wind direction in this season cannot be from southeast to northwest. There is something really wrong with this building."
Sun Miao disagreed, and her impression of Su Qian was a little worse, although the impression was corrupted from the beginning.
"Who are you scaring? Could it be that there really are ghosts in this world... Oh, don't touch me!"
Sun Miao scratched her hair extremely irritably, and the hand on her shoulder refused to let go. Just when she couldn't bear it anymore and was about to explode, she saw Ji Zehong standing in front of her, and Su Qian squatting on the floor next to it.
They were all in front of her.
So...whose hand is this behind your back?