[Ghost Story] The hole for the fan

When I was in the second year of graduate school, I rented a first-floor suite in an alley at the back of the school. Although this room is only six pings in size, it has at least one separate toilet. Unlike the elegant room before, where four or five people had to share a nasty toilet that no one wanted to clean, going to the toilet is a pleasure now.

This toilet has no external windows. The landlord asked someone to dig a small circular hole the size of a palm in the wall and install an exhaust fan. However, on the first day I moved in, I found that the exhaust fan was broken. After the landlord removed it, he temporarily glued a small piece of window screen to prevent mosquitoes from flying in. He promised me that he would buy a new exhaust fan and install it next week. .

This small hole is located above the toilet, and its height is about the same as my height. When I stand to pee, I can just look out through the small hole and see the room window of the student suite on the other side of the fire alley, and I often see students in the fire alley. Come and go.

The next night, I had to go to the toilet urgently. While urinating and urinating, I involuntarily raised my head and faced the small hole in the half-dreamer and half-awake - it was pitch black outside the small hole, and I couldn't see anything .

The next day, my classmates and I came back drunk, it was already one o'clock in the morning. When I went to the toilet to liberate, I saw that it was still dark outside the cave. I didn't think much about it, and went to sleep after using it.

Two days later, I was distracted during class, and suddenly I thought about this matter, and the more I thought about it, the more strange it became-- obviously there is a student suite opposite, and the college students who live there play the electricity every day until the early morning, and I can vaguely hear the sound, How could it be seen as black? Even if he went to sleep with the lights out, there should be a faint street light shining in.

The thought crossed my mind, but I didn't think much of it at the time.

That night, I was in time for the paper until two o'clock. I was lying in bed, picked up my mobile phone and slid to the school's Dcard version to watch everyone chat about school gossip. Swiping and swiping, a headline caught my attention:

I heard that there was an accident in Lane 287, does anyone know?

Lane 287 is the alley where I live, and I will click to see it right away. At this moment, there was a urge to urinate in my bladder and anus. While holding my mobile phone, I walked to the toilet and stood in front of the toilet to read the message below:

Some things are better not to know too much...

The accident happened five years ago. I also listened to my sister, and it seems that I can find the news by searching Google.

The news is an understatement, I lived in that alley when I was a sophomore and just witnessed the accident...

A master dug a hole in the wall on the first floor in the fire alley on the right side of the alley, as if to install an exhaust fan. The fifth floor of the same building was being decorated. For some unknown reason, a whole glass of glass fell off, hitting the master so deadly and slicing off his entire face!

The police were already there when I passed by and I saw a white cloth covering the body, strangely enough...




The place where the white cloth covered the head of the corpse was a whole piece of black, and there was a black paint bucket next to it. The paint that fell from it should have been splashed on his face.

I looked up, it was still dark outside the cave, I finally knew why...