Horror Studio

In the middle of the night, with the bright moonlight shining on the door, Qian Jiangyue opened the slightly old classroom door.

This is an ordinary classroom, inside... there are dozens of corpses lying horizontally, all of them are mutilated, and no corpse is complete.

Moonlight shone on his right cheek, and countless pieces of glass shone strangely.

The blood dripped down the cheeks to the ground, splashing out a blood-red flower.

The classroom where Chen Bing played for Liu Ruoxue was not on the fourth floor, but on the third floor, and was deceived.

Qian Jiangyue thought.

At the same time, he quickened his pace.

When he came to the stairway, he held the handrail with his right hand, but he didn't know how to stop the step he should have taken at the moment.

Suddenly, a scary red figure appeared in front of him.

Countless gray-green hands stretched out from behind the red figure, and each hand smelled like fished out of a stinking ditch.

Seeing the red figure appear, Qian Jiangyue immediately turned and fled.

He didn't run along the corridor, but jumped directly from the fourth floor. A black chain was held in his hands, and the whole person drew a beautiful arc in the air and fell into the corridor on the third floor.

Qian Jiangyue, who was half squatting on the ground, looked at the blood that was gradually accumulating on the ground, not only was there no tension, but there was a smile on the corners of her mouth.

It seems that he doesn't care about death at all.

After standing up, Qian Jiangyue quickly ran to an empty classroom.

Compared with other classrooms, this classroom is much messier, because this classroom was not used by students at all. For some special reasons, this classroom did not recruit enough students this year. This classroom happened to be abandoned.

After entering the classroom, Qian Jiangyue immediately locked the door. He had just finished this action.

The center of the door suddenly protruded a large part in the direction of the classroom, and something hit the door.

There was a clap of the door, and every time there was a click, a palm print was left on the door.

This palm print is very slender, as if only bones.

Can't you come in?

Qian Jiangyue glanced at the door.

Although this door looked very unreliable, what Qian Jiangyue didn't expect was that he could survive for a while under such tremendous power.

Qian Jiangyue came to the blackboard and touched his left hand along the bottom edge of the blackboard. He quickly touched a buckle. After pulling it, the blackboard became loose.

He lifted the blackboard vigorously and threw it on the ground.

On the wall behind the blackboard, there are several sheets of whitened A4 paper, with scribbled notes painted on them, and some gazes and alterations.

"There is no violin..." Qian Jiangyue touched the paper.

"Hum, forget it, good luck may be able to resolve Liu Ruoxue's grievances, bad luck..."

Having said that, Qian Jiangyue did not continue.

He started to hum the tune, because he didn't have the relevant skills, so he hummed a little intermittently, but at least it was complete.

After he hummed the tune, the slap of the door became louder, and the entire teaching building began to tremble, shaky, and seemed to collapse at any time.

Qian Jiangyue ignored it, his attention now was all on the white paper that was slightly yellowed in front of him.

"Use this."

A voice rang by the window, Qian Jiangyue turned his head and saw a violin for practice.

He walked over and picked up the violin. At this moment, a gust of wind blew up the classroom with closed doors and windows for some reason, blowing up the white paper clinging to the wall.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the white paper with scores is flying in the classroom, as if it has come alive.

Qian Jiangyue stood back to the podium again.

This time, instead of facing the wall where the white paper was, he turned his back...Just now, he had memorized all the syllables.

There is no need to waste time to rearrange the score.

The dust on the ceiling began to fall, and the shaking was very obvious, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Qian Jiangyue held the bow in her right hand, closed her eyes, and began to recall the song she had just memorized.

The elegant piano sound spread throughout the classroom. After pulling out a few syllables, Qian Jiangyue felt that her hands seemed to be controlled by someone, and she became more and more proficient.

The pale moonlight penetrated the window and concentrated on him, and the right cheek pierced with glass **** looked a little amazing at this time.

The melodious melody seems to fluctuate the heartstrings of people, making people intoxicated.

When the sound of the piano stopped, everything was calm.

Flying white paper was scattered on the ground, and the door was quiet, without any noise.

The violin gradually turned into a phantom and slowly disappeared.

Qian Jiangyue walked to the door, opened the door, and outside the door stood a person exactly like him.

"It's very good, maybe you can become a master of music in the future." Nan Yuan's voice came into Qian Jiangyue's ears.

Mouth shape and content can be perfectly matched.

Qian Jiangyue first thought of this.

He ignored the person he had imagined in front of him, but went straight through.

In the process of leaving the teaching building, Qian Jiangyue recalled this movie.

In the series of movies called "Wrong Love", each has a different content, but it expresses the same theme.

The original beautiful love caused tragedy due to various coincidences, which produced resentment that could not dissipate on its own. When the resentment accumulates, ghosts of revenge also appear.

Qin Yue, played by Qian Jiangyue, is a member of a ghost research group. All members of this group have met ghosts, and they have all been super ghosts.

The entire series is based on the members of the group as the protagonists. As for the number of names, it depends on the content of the movie itself.

Because the super ghosts have failed, the members of the group will be reduced, but there will also be other people who encounter ghosts by chance to join the group.

In general, the members of the group are relatively constant.

After crossing a street, the injury on Qian Jiangyue's right cheek began to heal on its own. About a few seconds later, Qian Jiangyue could no longer see any wounds on her body.

Unlike in school, after coming out, the time is not night, but day.

Qian Jiangyue took out his mobile phone from his pocket when the mobile phone text message sounded.

Not from the operator’s concern, but...

[Mr. Yi Cunling, hello, I am a staff member of Huyang Mental Hospital. Your mother has some conditions. I hope you can get in touch with this hospital as soon as possible after receiving this text message. 】

Qian Jiangyue clicked on the text message and called the phone back.

"Hello, I am Yi Cunling."

"Mr. Yi Cunling?"

"It's ~www.ltnovel.com~ May I ask what's the matter?"

"Your mother has a strong suicidal tendency recently, and she clamored to see you. I don't know if you..."

"I know, I'll pass now."

"Ok."

Qian Jiangyue looked around, and then walked to a place with a lot of people.

At the same time, he clicked on the remaining text messages.

[When are you coming to work? It's been half a month, and I don't say anything. Here is a project that can't be done, come and help! Please reply if you see it. 】

[Yi Cunling, you have been absent for a few days, is there something in our organization that makes you unsatisfied? If so, you can bring it up. Don't get bored when you encounter problems. Everyone speaks openly and can solve problems together. 】

He continued to scroll down, and a dozen of the remaining two dozen were collection records, and the rest were ‘something’ looking for him.