"Integrate into your eyes..."

"Integrate into your eyes..."

"Integrate into your eyes!"

Li Guanqi suddenly woke up from the chaotic state, resting on the cold and stiff wall, and the cold wind blowing around him made him get goosebumps.

Looking at the empty corridor at both ends, he was dull for two seconds before he lowered his head and saw the broken right arm.

He felt a sharp pain like a heart-wrenching, and he made a comeback since his brief coma. This time he needed to fight clearly.

After taking a few deep breaths to stabilize his mind, he slowly stood up against the wall with difficulty. After staring at the ground for a while, he finally moved to the corridor on the left.

"Have Xiao Chen gone to find a big cook?"

Li Guanqi raised his remaining left wrist and looked at the time above to point "18.42", thinking that he should not be in a coma for less than five minutes.

Five minutes is not short, why didn’t Xiao Chen come back and Wang Dachao no longer sees you.

Standing alone in the silent corridor, a trace of chill flashed across Li Guanqi's heart, and he felt the signs of bad luck.

"Xiao...Xiao Chen..."

He staggered towards the position of Class 4, Grade 1, and his pace was not fast because his brain was still a little dizzy.

The vision was shaking with the shaking body, and the corridor in front of me was also shaking, and the dark floor tiles made people look a little dislocation.

Li Guanqi's head was very heavy, and there was a little more ghost in the world in front of him. The pain in his right arm made him sweat again.

"Is the injury too serious..."

But then, in a trance, he suddenly saw a figure appearing at the innermost part of the first floor.

Li Guanqi supported his left hand on the wall, opened his eyes wide and looked at the figure carefully, making his mind even more dizzy, almost making him unable to stand upright.

The man on the first floor was over two meters tall, with wide shoulders and thick back, and was particularly burly.

This feature is too short of sight, and it is Wang Dachao who Li Guanqi is looking for.

He was so excited that he was about to shout out the four words "Brother of Cooks", but then he suddenly stopped urgently.

Because in the difficult sight, he vaguely saw the "Wang Dachao" opposite him, and seemed to be holding a bright notebook in his hand.

This book is also releasing a strange light, illuminating the face of "Wang Dachao".

In the blurred vision, Li Guanqi saw in surprise that the "Wang Dachao" had lost his pupils, all of his eyes were white, and even flowing like liquid!

Li Guanqi quickly shook his head, gathered his eyes and prepared to carefully distinguish them, but in just a blink of an eye, the "Wang Dachao" opposite disappeared from the first floor.

Everything just now seemed like a hallucination after a serious injury.

He stood there and gasped, and the feeling of badness became more and more obvious. He quickly accelerated his pace and ran towards Class 4, Grade 1.

Strange to say.

The dizziness that I couldn't contain just now disappeared at this moment.

The pain in his right arm made him extremely awake. Apart from his physical weakness, he did not feel mentally uncomfortable.

It was like... the dizziness just now only appeared because of "Wang Dachao".

Li Guanqi had already guessed something, so he quickly walked and rushed into the fourth class of high school, almost running and rushing.

What caught my eye was naturally the messy scene of the book and the desk. Apart from that, there was no one else, no trace of struggle or struggle.

Stepping on the ground with waste paper, he picked up one of them, identified half of the shoe print on it, and followed this footprint all the way to the podium.

His eyes saw something on the podium at a glance...

With just one glance, Li Guanqi's eyes closed again, and the breath he was holding on was finally discharged, and his left hand, clenched his fists, shook secretly.

When he saw this thing, he already understood Xiao Chen's ending.

There is no teaching object on the lectern, it is just a dark wooden table, and the center is made of a "closed eye" with a few curved lines.

"Integrate into your eyes..."

This is a reminder, and a way to die.

Xiao Chen died in this eye. The moment he looked at it, he died tragically without any solution.

Li Guanqi could imagine that perhaps a few minutes ago, when Xiao Chen arrived for a long time, he did not find Wang Dachao.

Xiao Chen turned around in the classroom for a moment, climbed onto the podium, attracted by this eye, and it was the moment of looking at him that made him useless to give up his qualifications and died since then.

The closed eyes are at this moment.

If Li Guanqi guessed, the eyes that Xiao Chen saw at that time might have been opened.

And his situation of not seeing the corpse when he died was exactly the same as the saying "integrated into his eyes".

"Wang Dachao..."

After mourning for a moment, Li Guanqi raised his pale face and stared straight at the back door of the classroom, and his heart was filled with thoughts.

"Wang Dachao must have opened Chen Ping's notebook in advance for some reason, which led to the revival of the ghost.

He is not sure whether he is dead or alive now, but the ghost has killed people and walked upstairs, with other purposes."

After thinking about it, Li Guanqi felt even more sad.

Before leaving, Su Chenghe handed Wang Dachao to him, but it led to a situation where he was not alive and immortal. How should he explain to Su Chenghe...

After a few deep breaths, abandon these ideas.

Li Guanqi walked towards the back door while wrapping the broken part of his right limb with gauze.

The two desks on the back door are blocked in the aisle and form a relatively protective area with the back door and walls.

There must be where Wang Dachao was waiting for him, and it was also where the disaster began.

"The only place where Dachu has the opportunity to open his notes is here, so the supernatural incidents start from here.

What I saw in the corridor was either hallucination, or the culprit after death, or ghosts.

It saw me but did not kill me, but went upstairs, which shows that it had a more important goal than killing.”

Li Guanqi raised his leg and kicked a desk away, flipping around an overwhelming piece of books, and finally found half of the waste paper.

This half of the waste paper comes from a page of a textbook, and there is a crooked big word on it, which is written temporarily - "Eight".

Wang Dachao, after all, is the deputy store manager of a store. It is difficult to kill him instantly in non-extreme circumstances, because he must be alert in advance.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Li Guanqi indeed found the clues and information left before his death, but when he looked at this capital "eight", he could not understand the mystery for a while.

“Is this a number?”

It won't be a number, otherwise there is no need to write in capital at the critical moment of life and death.

This is not a detective drama or a movie. It leaves a clue of last words, and it is definitely not a word game, but provides real clues.

Why is it difficult to guess? It is because it is difficult for the writer to express all the information in a single word, so he helplessly uses it as a substitute for his reference.

How should Wang Dachao understand the "eight"...

"Dong!"

In the corridor outside, a light footstep sounded, but it really hit Li Guanqi's heart.

His left hand trembled, and when the half of the waste paper fell to the ground, he raised his head suddenly.

The panic that made him tremble in the previous situation made him come back again, and this time it was even more fierce.

His own injuries have not been suppressed, and the fear of external invasion has increased his mental pressure.

Li Guanqi was completely indifferent for a moment, and he felt that his soul had to leave his body and could not even make the most basic thinking.

The powerful and terrifying sense of oppression reached the heart, and it clenched tightly, so that it could not breathe freely.

The steps were unclear, so he could only use all his strength to lie on the back door glass and look outside.

And at this glance, he actually saw a ghost that was extremely familiar and could even be imprinted on his soul.

He was standing tall at the ceiling, stepped on the floral tiles, and a gray ghost was covered in ripped old clothes.

The slender and dry fingers pinched the heavy warp and turned it slowly. With every step, the impact of the ringtone and the armor plate was particularly pleasant.

That was a terrifying memory that Li Guanqi would never forget.

In this ghost...

wrong.

It should be said that in the place where such ghosts survive, it is also the place where Li Congrong was buried.
Chapter completed!