It's broken, I'm playing a really weird development game

The rain was pouring down, and the dense and rapid raindrops made Wu Wen, who was standing in Chengdong Road Primary School, unable to see the distant scenery.

The strong wind blew past, blowing Wu Wen's raincoat high, soaking his pants with rain.

The evil ghosts didn't touch water only for him, but it didn't protect his clothes.

Wu Wen stood at the gate of the school and pulled the human skin in, then held the hand axe in his hand and looked vigilantly at the dark school hidden in the wind and rain in front of him.

"Let's go to the small courtyard first!" Wu Wen muttered to himself, and the rumor of the small courtyard came to his mind again.

Rumor 3: With the sound of the wind, the desire to go home will swing with the swing. Who is looking anxiously on the swing in the courtyard? Who is spying on the outside world through the crack of the door? Who can bring her hope of returning home? Go, go and see her, maybe you can replace her and stay there?

"A little girl died in the courtyard, hanging from the swing, and in addition to that little girl, there should be a little boy ghost in Teacher Yuanyuan's story! If I didn't want a guarantee, I really don't want to deal with these child ghosts!"

Wu Wen sighed and looked at the dark campus in front of him. Children's emotions are more unstable than adults, so the two child ghosts here are likely to change the style of those old ghosts who scare first and then kill, but instead want to kill him right away, so as to reduce his tolerance rate, so Wu Wen hates getting along with such emotionally unstable ghosts.

However, the other rumored points are all in the playground at the back. Compared with the two little ghosts, the playground closer to Linjie County Primary School is undoubtedly more difficult to accept. Moreover, the other ghosts are all in the back. If they all come together, then I will be in trouble. So compared with the two, the ghosts of the children in the small courtyard are easier to deal with.

Wu Wen made up his mind and then started to walk towards the direction of the small courtyard.

The terrain of this school is lower than that of the outside, so there is a lot of water in the school now, and the whole campus is full of water.

The human skin walked in the water, making a sound of gurgling footsteps. Wu Wen also stepped deep and shallow in the water, and the hand axe in his hand became tighter and tighter.

"Something is wrong, this school is wrong! It's too quiet, too stable!" Wu Wen frowned and thought while walking in the water.

Compared with the previous missions where ghosts could be seen, this mission was very wrong. He had been in the school for at least three or four minutes, and he had not noticed any strange existence so far.

"Huahua..." The raindrops fell on the puddles, making a huahua sound.

Wu Wen walked towards the courtyard with increasing vigilance. His heart was constantly emitting death, which made his spirits more and more high.

Wu Wen wandered left and right while walking, trying to find the figure hiding in the school.

The teaching buildings on both sides of the school were still dark and quiet. The mops placed on the railings on each floor looked like female ghosts standing there with their hair down, giving people a palpitating feeling.

Although Wu Wen had been deceived once last time, he still did not relax his vigilance, but looked at the disheveled figures on the right teaching building one by one.

They were indeed mops.

The school was very small, and Wu Wen walked to the door of the courtyard in less than a minute.

The door of the courtyard was also very small, just a simple old wooden door, and the door lock was still the old big copper lock, which looked like it should be difficult to knock.

"It's not good if the knocking sound is too loud and people around hear it."

There are residential buildings around here. Although there are ashes rooms at the back door, the floors in front are all residential buildings.

Wu Wen looked at the copper lock on the door of the courtyard with a headache. After hesitating for a while, he still picked up the axe in his hand, switched to the position of the punch, and then knocked hard on the copper lock.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound sounded in the rain, but fortunately the sound was not too loud in the rainstorm.

Wu Wen looked down.

The copper lock was not broken, but the door railing fell off.

It is estimated that this wooden door has been around for a long time and is often eroded by rain, causing the door railing to become brittle.

But it's okay, at least now you can go in.

Wu Wen pulled hard with both hands and completely tore off the door railing that had almost fallen off. Then he pushed the wooden door with his right hand and pushed it open.

"Bang!" The end of the wooden door seemed to hit something, making a slight vibration.

However, the size of the opening at this time was enough for Wu Wenjin

Enter it.

The dead silence in Wu Wen's eyes deepened a little, and as his eyes changed, the scene in the dark courtyard appeared in front of him.

The layers of bunk beds were dismantled and piled up in the depths of the courtyard. These should be the things left over from the abandoned dormitory.

Several desks and student tables were piled up a little in the front, and broken chairs were piled up on them, occupying the deep right position.

A little further out in the middle, there are some large iron racks. This thing looks a bit like an assembled stage. It may be something used for the school anniversary or New Year's Day meeting, so it is placed a little further out.

Further out, there are various wooden boards and iron frames or scrapped bicycles and other miscellaneous items. And the closest to the door is a bulletin board made of iron frames, on which are posted various exhibits that are obviously students', which should be used for performances. (Photo attached in the comment area)

Anyway, Wu Wen remembers it very clearly. When he was in elementary school, these things would be placed at the school gate every day. The students’ good handwriting or good paintings would be posted on it to show their parents.

And this thing was against the door.

The courtyard was not small. It looked like it had an area of ​​at least 100 or 200 square meters, but it was oval in shape, so the surroundings could not be seen.

Wu Wen looked inside and confirmed that there was no danger, then he got in.

The human skin also got in. Its head was covered by a hood, and it was like a headless fly, sometimes on Wu Wen’s back, and sometimes on Wu Wen’s buttocks.

Wu Wen reached out and pulled it aside, and his attention was always on this courtyard.

According to Teacher Yuanyuan, the girl who was hanged was called Li Xi, and the swing that hanged her was pulled out afterwards, so it was obviously impossible for him to use the swing to locate the ghost.

All he could do now was wait for her to take the initiative, and then counterattack himself. As for the human skin, to be honest, it could only serve as a warning.

Wu Wen was not panicked. He had two trump cards, one large and one small, on him. Even if he left this kid alone, he wouldn't be able to cause any trouble!

If he hadn't wanted to get more points, he would have summoned Meihao and Hongyuan to fight them when he came in.

Wu Wen's eyes wandered among the surrounding objects.

The blackboard in front of him posted various students' works, some of which were written words, and some were painted. Moreover, the blackboards have been upgraded now, and there are glass barriers, so the contents of these blackboards have not been polluted by rain.

However, these blackboards have been around for a long time. The closest painting of a small sun says 2023, a product from a year ago.

Wu Wen's eyes followed his body as he walked closer in the aisle of debris. As his eyes turned, a railing-like object emerged in his perspective.

It seemed to be a swing made of iron railings.

Wu Wen's eyes suddenly tightened, and his spirit was instantly lifted. Then he picked up the axe and walked carefully towards the swing in the pile of debris.

Renpi squatted in front of the blackboard, looking at the various excellent works on it infatuatedly, and didn't care about the whereabouts of his old father at all.

On the blackboard in front of Renpi, a child's graffiti-style water pen painting was inconspicuous in the upper right corner.

The content of the water pen painting was also very simple, just a little girl in a red skirt sitting on a swing, and behind her, there was a deflated little boy pushing her.

Group friend AI picture, not very accurate, but artistic conception

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Renpi squatted in front of the blackboard and read it with relish, and his eyes had not yet moved to the upper right corner.

Wu Wen carefully approached the swing with an axe, ready to strike at any time.

In the picture on the upper right corner of the blackboard, the little girl's red skirt is getting redder and redder, to the extreme, even bleeding out a little red ink, looking like blood. (Comment with picture)