No matter what I said next, the driver no longer replied.

The taxi drove through a gloomy and secluded path and stopped at the school gate.

"Get off," he said.

I checked my phone.

The network had been completely cut off, and I couldn't contact anyone.

I had only been in the car for a few tens of minutes, but the time on my phone showed that four hours had already passed.

It's now midnight.

"Hurry up and get off," the driver urged.

I had just closed the car door when he stepped on the gas and drove away as if escaping for his life.

The school at midnight was not desolate. The school gate was locked, and the security guard was resting on the table.

The lights were on in the teaching building, and there was a lively atmosphere with the sound of reading.

Through the window, I saw myself sitting in the classroom, reading.

The first rule of escaping: [Shake the phone at the crossroads every midnight until someone finds you through the phone.]

Our school happens to be not far from the crossroads.

I was wearing a white nightgown, with my long hair flowing down to my waist, walking alone towards the crossroads.

Although my phone had no signal, I still shook it as I walked.

Every time I shook the phone, it responded with a gentle vibration, as if responding to me.

As I got closer and closer to the crossroads, the intensity of the vibration grew stronger.

Finally, I reached the center of the crossroads.

When I shook the phone again, it was no longer a progressively intense vibration that responded to me.

Instead, it was a melodious bell.

Thick fog began to spread.

As the bell rang, the mist dissipated, and I saw countless men walking towards me from all directions, each holding something shiny in their hands.