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Chapter 20 Appearance
At noon, I sat in the hospital, waiting for the ophthalmologist to come to work.

The corridors were empty, and there was no patient except me.

At the end of the corridor is a door, the door is made of glass, looking through it, it is still a corridor, with doctors and patients coming and going, but no sound can be heard.

I stood up, walked to the door, and suddenly discovered—the door is not glass at all, but a mirror!

I turned around and looked at the empty hallway, my hair stood on end.

... The doctor said: Your eye disease is incurable.

The sun passed under the earth and never rose again.

In the morning, the sky was very overcast.

The writer received a call from Mitya at home:
"At 8 o'clock in the evening, the company will hold a second meeting at Xijing University. You are ready to speak."

"You speak, I'll be the foil."

"You are the protagonist."

"I'm in a trance, worried that I can't speak well."

"Did something happen again?"

"Last night, I met a person in the QQ group, who spoke strangely. Later, I asked to video with her. Guess who I saw?"

"Who?"

"Gu Panpan!"

"The hair is disheveled again, and the face is covered with blood? Last time, the woman who appeared in the prop building never showed her face. It is still uncertain who she is."

"I saw her face this time, it was her, it must be her!"

"Okay, let's not talk about it. In the evening, will you drive here by yourself, or should I send someone to pick you up?"

"I must go?"

"We must go."

"...Pick me up."

In the evening, when the writer came to Xijing University, three students met him at the door.A boy is tall.The two girls were both wearing bright welcome attire.

The tall boy ran over and said, "Hello, teacher."

The writer looked him up and asked, "Did you pick me up when I came last time?"

The tall boy said, "No."

The writer said: "But, I think you look familiar."

The tall boy said: "You forgot, I went to the company to ask you to sign. I have been waiting for you all afternoon."

The writer said: "Look at my memory."

The tall boy smiled innocently and said: "This is the difference between a celebrity and an ordinary person-you have met too many people, it is impossible to remember each other one by one; but everyone who has met you will firmly remember each other." you."

The writer smiled and said, "A person who is always in the open is the most dangerous."

When he walked into the T-shaped classroom, the students applauded together.Just like last time, more than half of the people sat in the T-shaped classroom. Everyone gathered in the front, and the seats in the back were empty.

He sat on the podium.

His eyes, over the faces of the students, kept looking back.In the last meeting, Gu Panpan used to sit in the farthest and farthest seat - now it is empty.

Mitya came and she sat in the first row.Fu Shi sat on her left, and the tall boy sat on her right.

The female choreographer didn't come. After being frightened in the prop building that time, she has been sick at home.

The host is a female student.She was gorgeous in a white feather evening gown, ballerina hairstyle and cool fruity makeup.

Holding the microphone, she said loudly: "Last time, the teacher told about his ordeal here. Today, let's ask the teacher to tell about the horrible incident he experienced, okay?"

The students shouted in unison: "Good!"

The writer withdrew his gaze, smiled slightly, and began to speak slowly.

He talked about the eerie prop building, about the woman who appeared suddenly, and about the bloody face in the video tape...

The scene was silent.

The students all stared wide-eyed, for fear of missing a word.They can't tell if it's fake or real.

After the speech, the writer concluded: "Although I have been creating horror stories, I hope that all the horrors in life are stories. However, life is not arranged by ourselves, and it is not ruled out that one day the nightmare will suddenly come true. Therefore, In reality, everyone should receive some anti-terrorist psychological training. For example, now, we cannot say that there will never be a woman with disheveled hair slowly rising from behind me..."

The host jumped a step aside in fear.

Someone suddenly laughed, which seemed very abrupt in the quiet scene.

The host realized his gaffe, and exaggeratedly said: "Teacher, you can host by yourself, I'd better step down and rely on the masses."

Then, she stuck out her tongue, stepped off the stage, and sat in the vacant seat on Mijia's right——I don't know when, Mijia

The seats on either side of Jia were empty.

The writer smiled and continued: "Actually, fear is also a good thing. It makes people restrain, avoid, think, and fear..."

Suddenly, he fell silent.

Everyone looked at him quietly, waiting for the next sentence.

There is no more text, and the writer seems to have turned into a clay sculpture in one fell swoop.

His eyes were fixed on the seat farthest and farthest out.

Gu Panpan appeared.She was wearing a red T-shirt, looking at him quietly from that seat, her eyes full of love.

(End of this chapter)