Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The high school I attended has a new toilet. The two-story structure is covered with white tiles and looks extremely elegant. It is said that it cost 200,000 yuan. It is the best toilet in the city ’s public schools. Everyone chooses a new toilet, and gradually, the original old toilet is abandoned.

Said it was deserted, but it wasn't quite the case. I have been there a few times. Although I haven't seen anyone, new cigarette butts often appear in the toilet cubicle. Perhaps some students secretly went there to smoke.

After school that day, I chatted with me about the old toilet at the same table.

"Takakawa, remember the old toilet?" He said.

"Well, isn't it waste? When will it be removed?" Although I said so, I didn't want it to be removed so quickly. At some times, the remote location and abandoned state of the old toilets bring a lot of convenience. Presumably those students who often use old toilets must have a heart.

Although it exudes an unpleasant smell due to lack of cleanup.

Another mention, it is just behind the teaching building, a wasteland with weeds. It takes ten minutes from the upstairs classroom. There are also three stone table tennis tables not far from the toilet. It used to be prosperous for some time, but now it is covered with moss.

"I haven't heard that it is going to be demolished. After all, there are people who go there often," said the same table.

"I go sometimes."

"Is it?" Stunned at the same table, "Is the new toilet bad?"

"Nostalgia." I just picked a reason.

"It turned out to be the case. But I heard that there were several cases of disappearance there. You need to be careful."

This time I was surprised.

"Missing?"

"Yes, you are missing. Someone enters and never comes out again." The expression of interest at the same table was like talking about school talk, without any tension.

"how do you know?"

"Private rumor has been circulated in private, but don't you have such a sentence, no wind and no waves."

"This kind of rumor is not credible." I dealt with it casually: "If there is a case, the school will not be so calm, and the police did not come."

"I've been there." Mysteriously came together with the table god: "A student in the third grade was missing for a few days, the parents called the police, but the search was on Sunday, and the school blocked the news, so many people did not know."

"So, did you find it?" I said so plainly, and sighed at the same table.

"I found it, but I found it elsewhere."

The tone of his speech was a bit overwhelming, frustrating, and unwilling, as if he could not have found the missing senior. In a word, he took this matter for fun, but then again, since he found it, it's no big deal.

In recent years, students have done a lot of unbelievable things because of environmental pressure. They commit suicide more seriously than they come from home.

"It's good, now he is going to school again?"

"Ah, um, but someone asked him where he went when he disappeared, and his answer was" I don't know. "The same table said seriously:" It seems to be amnesia, where I went, what I did, I can't remember . "

Actually, I am not surprised by this result. If I switch to my home, I will not confess what I did, because it is very embarrassing. Of course, I would n’t just go missing and play casually. My studies are very good, and my mental tolerance is also stronger than most people.

Although this period of time, newspapers and news did not report such incidents, but according to the proportion of the total number of students in the country, there are still very few. It's just that these few people are gathered together, it seems a little shocking.

Anyway, those media have nothing to do with it. They just ate this meal, and everything should be exaggerated.

But at the same table a surprising conclusion was reached.

"I think that student must have encountered incredible things, so he was brainwashed."

Is really whimsical, I can only sigh so much, the other party has a special hobby for mysterious events, no matter how ordinary things are, it becomes strange in his mouth, but none of them are true.

I didn't want to attack him, so I started to talk about it.

Immersed in my fantasies at the same table, I didn't care about the obvious coping with me.

After leaving the classroom, I went to the old toilet again.

As always, there was no figure in the toilet, and no other people were seen on the way.

Found several new cigarette butts in the compartment filled with yellow urine spots and moss.

I nodded, pulled out a cigarette from my schoolbag, and lit it with a lighter.

In most cases, good students do not smoke, but although my grades are among the best and hailed as good seedlings in key universities, I will also do something in private to make my teachers dumbfounded.

For example smoking.

When I smoked for the first time when I was ten years old, I went to my classmate's house to play. On the balcony, I saw the classmate's father's self-dried tobacco and a stack of cigarette paper. Encouraged by curiosity, he secretly curled up with his classmates.

Classmates did not dare to breathe into their lungs, they just spit it out in their mouths, and kept complaining about the bitterness.

I took a deep breath, and at first I was worried that I would be choked, but surprisingly, my body just got used to it.

After that, from time to time, I would buy camel packs of cigarettes. This brand is very expensive and has very few supplies. Every month's pocket money must be saved to buy a pack. Although there is less pocket money that can be used elsewhere because of smoking, I still like this brand of cigarettes.

After all, I do n’t particularly like smoking, but once the body has adapted to the bitter taste and flavor of tobacco burning, wanting to quit completely is also a test of willpower.

It ’s not that I lack self-control. Although it is medically said that smoking is harmful to health, there are many examples, but there are more people who die without smoking than those who have lived for 60 years. My goal is only to live sixty years old, so quitting smoking has become a dispensable thing.

Every time I come to the old toilet to smoke, I wonder if I will encounter smokers.

In this school, probably the only good student who smokes is me, the others are poor students in the mouth of the teacher. Of course, they can't be fooled in the future. It's a foolish thing to evaluate one's future in the student years.

I also know a few of these people. Except for the poorer test scores, they are talkative and dressy, and there is no difference between them and ordinary people.

I have a point of intersection with them only about smoking. Although I can talk about it, the friendship will be light.

They knew that I was smoking, but they never stabbed with the teacher.

I thought I would meet them in the old toilet, but I have never encountered them. It was a coincidence once, but this time, I could n’t help but wonder if there was a decisive factor? Maybe they don't want to touch me.

Thinking so wildly, a cigarette was almost exhausted, and footsteps came from the entrance of the toilet.

Someone came in.

I do n’t know why, I suddenly felt nervous, probably because I met other people for the first time.

I was hesitant about going out or not. Maybe the other party didn't want to meet other people. It was embarrassing if I couldn't make it.

Smoking is not a big bad thing, but students smoking are all sneaky.

In the end, I still did not go out.

The man entered the innermost compartment of the toilet. After listening for a while, the toilet was quiet again.

I didn't want to stay any longer, so I pushed open the door of the compartment.

I was about to go out, and there was a scream from the innermost compartment of the toilet.

I was taken aback, turned around and looked over, but there was silence again.

I waited for a while, there was no movement there.

I can't tell what I think in my heart. There is a complex emotion, worry, or curiosity. Driven by this emotion, I walked over there.

Walked while thinking of the topic of disappearance at the same table. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

I do n’t know which compartment the man was in. I guessed that I stopped at a place and paused and asked aloud, "Hey, are you okay?"

No one answered.

"I just heard your cry, and if I'm fine, I will leave."

Is still silent.

Since this is the case, I will leave my feet and leave, and suddenly a feeling of awkwardness pulls my body.

I turned around again and carefully grasped the flashing aura.

Yes, isn't that person coming to smoke? I didn't smell the smoke.

Although the old toilet is dirty and smelly, it is close, and the smell of smoke should be heard through the door.

If you are going to the toilet in a serious manner, there is no need to say nothing about cordial inquiries.

Of course, it is possible for the other party to do so. Maybe he is not in this compartment. Maybe he has stepped on the stool, so he does n’t want to be seen by his own.

Despite various reasons, I kicked the door of the compartment with one foot.

No one was inside.

I do n’t care, this is a signal, if you are inside, hurry up, otherwise I will not let it go.

no respond.

I am willing to kick the doors of the other compartments.

Strange things happened, the people who should have disappeared.

There is no figure except me in the toilet.

But I clearly heard someone walk in before and entered the compartment inside.

The ventilating window of the toilet is broken and rusty. No one can climb out from there. Having said that, why would you climb the window of the toilet? There was nothing but a wall behind.

This strange thing made the words from the same table echo in my mind once again.

"I heard that some students are missing in the old toilet."