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The little paper man's left hand is glued to the cabinet, and he stretches out his right hand, clasps the handle on it, and gently opens the cabinet.

But because its hands are too short, the cabinet cannot be opened at all. Every time it opens a little, the cabinet closes automatically.

After a minute or two of combining hands, feet, and body, I finally opened the cabinet.

The little paper man climbed into the cabinet,

Picking up a bag of potato chips, he tilted his head and looked at it in confusion. After shaking it in his hand, he threw it on the table below.

I threw away more than a dozen packets of potato chips and biscuits at once, and finally I held a bottle of Coke in my arms, climbed out, closed the cupboard gently, and slid down. It was about to become a big fruit.

The little paper man sat on the edge of the table, swinging his feet in the air like a child.

Holding the potato chips in his arms with his left hand, he reached into the bag with his right hand and took them out one by one. After looking at them carefully, he happily stuffed them into his mouth.

Its cheeks were bulging, and before it finished eating one piece, it started to stuff in the second piece, as if it hadn't eaten for a long time, and it couldn't wait.

Both sides of the corners of the mouth are covered with potato chip residue and grease left behind when eating.

The sound of ravaging snack bags echoed in the dormitory one after another.

The little paper man put his right hand in and touched it, and found that there was nothing else in the package except smooth grease.

He opened the bag's opening and put his head in to take a look.

Then he moved his buttocks, stood on the table with his legs, picked up the package in his arms, and poured it down with the opening facing down.

Only then can I be sure that there are indeed no potato chips in it.

Finally, I climbed down the stairs and threw the finished potato chip package into the trash can below.

After finishing, he ran back to the table, opened the biscuits and coke and started eating.

The sun hangs in the sky at eleven o'clock in the morning,

The golden sunlight shines into the dormitory balcony, and toothbrushes, tooth cups and other items shine with a slight reflected light.

Click~

The sound of a key being inserted into the lock rang in my ears,

The eyes of the little paper man sleeping on the table suddenly opened.

Then he immediately got up with his body propped up, his expression panicked and his steps disordered.

Hold the last biscuit in the biscuit box in your arms, throw the garbage on the table into the trash can like a basketball,

Although no one came in, the table looked relatively clean.

Crunch~~

The door opens gently,

The face of the little paper man changed again, becoming as pale as the wall. Nie Nanyan's bunk was opposite, and it would definitely be too late for it to pass now.

In desperation, he turned around and ran into Song Xinchang's books. He hid in and shivered while holding the biscuits.

The door was slowly pushed open,

Nie Nanyan and the other four stood outside, frowning and looking at the situation inside the house seriously.

The pile of garbage on the ground is extremely conspicuous.

"There's a lot of garbage... Xinchang, didn't you clean it up last night?"

"I cleaned it up, it couldn't have been lost by ghosts..."

Song Xinchang's face turned pale, and she stared at her messy table.

He immediately ran in with his feet up, his movements were very fast, and his goal was very clear in his mind. He opened the cabinet directly.

"Hey..."

He took a breath, stared, and slumped down on his stool.

"My snack...was eaten by a ghost!!!"

"My snacks..."

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he immediately reached out to cover his eyes, crying with an aggrieved look on his face.

"this...."

When Nie Nanyan and the other two saw this, they looked at each other with frowns, not knowing what to do.

"Okay, Xin Chang, don't cry. Let's go shopping later."

"This is definitely not haunted... How can a ghost eat... It must have been eaten by rats..."

Hearing Luo Ningxin's words, she cried even louder.

"But...but I think being eaten by a rat is worse than being eaten by a ghost!"

"I think rats are scarier than ghosts..."

"I want to move to the dormitory...why doesn't the counselor agree..."

Covering his face again, the sound of crying grievances reached everyone's ears,

The little paper man turned his head secretly, looked at the crying adult outside the gap, and then looked at the cookies in his arms.

Smelling the fragrance above, he looked hesitant and his face was tangled.

After a brief ideological struggle, I moved my steps and walked slowly outside.

He closed his eyes and turned his head away, his expression unbearable, and he didn't dare to look at this reality.

He secretly stuffed the biscuit in his hand through the gap,

For you to eat...

After finishing this, he turned around and looked at the cookies outside.

Pouting his mouth, he moved his steps, turning his head three times to hide in the depths of the gap.

"Nan Yan...I just saw something..."

Luo Ningxin's face was dull and her eyes were frightened. She pushed the classmate Nie beside her, and then stretched out her right hand tremblingly, pointing towards the pile of books with her fingertips.

"I...I saw a cookie running out of there..."

"The mouse...in Xin Chang's book..."

"ah!!"

Before Nie Nanyan could speak, Song Xinchang screamed with a pale face and pushed hard with her feet.

His figure immediately jumped up from the stool and ran behind several people. Cold sweat broke out on his head and he spoke tremblingly,

"Don't scare me, I'm most afraid of mice."

"You...don't be afraid yet, I'll go over and take a look."

Nie Nanyan reached out to calm the roommate behind him, then turned to look at the pile of books on the table.

Swallowing, with fear in his eyes, he slowly raised his legs and walked out, and cautiously moved his hand towards the book.

"Nan Yan, I'll hold you."

Feeling the warmth in his left hand, classmate Nie looked back at Luo Ningxin, forced a smile and nodded,

He quickly took out the book, shrunk his body immediately, and squeezed together with the three people behind him.

It was quiet among the stacks of books, without any reaction.

"Huh? You haven't come out yet?"

"You're not hiding behind other books, are you?"

"Don't worry, I'll take a look again."

After finishing speaking, Nie Nanyan stretched out his catkin towards the book again,

The book not far away from him was taken away, and the little paper man turned pale with fright.

With his back against the back cabinet, his legs began to tremble wildly with fear, and his teeth chattered.

There is no way around it,

Another book was taken away, and a beam of light poured into the dark corner.

The little paper man continued to move, and the space for hiding was once again squeezed by the opponent.

call out!

The last few books were taken away, and it quickly stood up and slumped limply on the table.

Start pretending to be dead...

"Huh? There are no mice... What is this thing? Did you do it, Xinchang?"

Nie Nanyan frowned slightly, stretched out a white finger and touched the body of the little paper man, and then said,

"I'll get it out and take a look."

The little paper man was brought to the table by the other party and directly exposed to the eyes of the four people.

It just lay there motionless, like a dead thing,

"This paper man..."

Luo Ningxin frowned slightly, her eyes looking strange. The more she looked at this thing, the more familiar it became.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and his expression changed in shock.

"Here, this, isn't this the little paper man who threw chicken legs in the cafeteria a few days ago?"

"Why did you come to our dormitory??"

Everyone's faces turned pale, and their minds instantly became clear.

"It's really..."

"Then Nanyan's makeup was not made by it yesterday, right?"

"It must be. Look, it has red lipstick on it..."

The four of them took a step back, looking panicked.

"What should we do? No one wants to harm us, right?"

"Some people say this little paper man is a witchcraft. It must have come to our room to curse us."

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