The office of the school workers is separated from the garbage room by a football field.

It's a bungalow.

I took one last look in the direction of the classroom and saw the faceless teacher standing by the window.

So persistent.

I withdrew my gaze as the wind blowing on my face became colder.

Opportunities come only once.

I fixed my gaze and decided to walk straight across the lawn, taking the shortest distance.

But as I got closer to the lawn, I smelled a familiar stench, exactly the same as the smell on the faceless female ghost.

Blood.

I didn't step on it and chose to run 400 meters instead.

When I arrived at the bungalow, gasping for breath, I found that the office of the school workers was empty.

I looked at the clock, it was 10:29.

Not far away, the shrieks of the headless ghost became sharper, and the lid of the garbage bin was bouncing up and down as she pushed it.

I had to find the school worker quickly.

But this bungalow is so small, there's absolutely no place to hide.

Could he be in the dormitory?

While I was pacing in the same spot, my phone started vibrating. It was 10:30.

"Teacher, it's time for inspection."

I turned off my phone and put it on silent mode.

Across the football field, at the windows of the teaching building, there was still a figure standing motionless.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on my shoulder from behind.

I was startled.

"Don't look, young man."

A man's voice came from behind.

But I didn't dare turn my head, afraid of "extinguishing the fire on my shoulder."

Isn't there a saying like that?

Each person's shoulders and forehead have a fire, if you immediately turn your head when something dirty pats your shoulder, it will extinguish that fire, and the dirty thing can harm you.

Although I didn't know if it was true or not, it's better to be cautious here.

Now the weather is not cold, so I'm wearing summer clothes and I can clearly feel the warmth on my shoulder.

Realizing this, I slowly turned around.

I saw a middle-aged man smoking, tall and burly, wearing a blue school worker uniform, looking at me lazily with his eyes slanted.

Wearing the same badge: School Worker.

"Tsk, it's not bad to be able to see me while you're still alive."

He said lazily.

Indeed, he's a living person.

But how can a living person live so... comfortably in this environment?

"Come in, oh, you don't know, in these ten years, including you, I've seen 18 students, it's really..."

His voice was hoarse, and he kept talking.

Me: ...

"Aren't you coming in?"

He opened the door with a key and stepped into the room.

I looked inside, small but well-equipped, even with a bathroom.

It's like a clean land.

But in this situation, it feels even more doubtful.

Suddenly, there were two loud bangs in the distance.

I looked over.

One sound was the faceless female ghost jumping from upstairs, broken but still wriggling.

The other sound was the headless ghost flying out of the garbage bin.

Both of them had the same target: me.

The headless ghost was flying, while the faceless female ghost crawled towards me like a lizard.

At the same time, the lawn began to surge as if something was about to emerge.

In the hallway, the "teacher" who was inspecting also ran towards me.

I never wanted to face this scene in my life.

So without hesitation, I rushed into the school worker's office and locked the door.

The next moment, the lights went out.

I was startled.

Again?

There's nowhere to run now.