The three exchanged glances, and the girl in the middle began to introduce herself and her two classmates.
"My name is Li Bi, the one on my left is Zhang He, and the one on my right is Guo Hongyuan."
After the introductions, she started explaining the whole story.
"Five days ago, the three of us followed four boys from our class to an abandoned teaching building on campus for an adventure. At first, nothing happened, but after we looked in the mirror and combed our hair, the three of us saw a ghost in a red dress."
As Li Bi spoke, her face showed fear, and she began to recall the events of five days prior.
Five days ago, one o'clock in the morning, outside the abandoned teaching building.
"Xiao Bi, you're really not afraid, actually coming out in a red dress."
Zhang He looked at Li Bi, who was wearing a red dress. Late at night, let alone ghosts, even people would find it a bit eerie.
Li Bi snorted lightly and waved her flashlight: "What's there to be afraid of? Even if a ghost comes, I'll still take it down."
Guo Hongyuan looked at the pitch-black teaching building: "Xiao Bi, that's enough, let's go back soon."
Li Bi rolled her eyes at Guo Hongyuan: "I say, Yuan Yuan, we haven't even started, and you're already backing out. Don't be so timid."
Guo Hongyuan was a bit speechless: "Who is like you, acting like a boy all day long."
As they were chatting, they saw four lights approaching in the distance.
"They're here," Li Bi said, waving her hand.
The four, who were all dressed up, walked over. Qian Cong, who was leading, looked at Li Bi's attire and teased her: "Yo, Bi Jie, you really came in a red dress. I thought you were just joking."
Li Bi rolled her eyes at Qian Cong: "I always keep my word. Today, I must find a mirror to comb my hair."
Jiang Jie, who was burly and strong, clicked his tongue and nodded: "It really has that vibe now."
Fang Hui, who was short and wore glasses, glanced at the eerie teaching building behind them and swallowed: "I say, everyone, let's just take a look inside. What if we really encounter something unclean later..."
Before Fang Hui could finish, Liu Mang, with a lewd expression, said speechlessly: "I say, Fang Hui, you're the most timid in our dorm. Brother Jie is the captain of the sports team. Even ordinary little ghosts would give him a wide berth."
"Exactly, don't be worse than a girl," Qian Cong also chimed in with a tease.
"It's getting late, everyone, let's go in quickly. I still need to find a mirror to comb my hair," Li Bi said, leading the group towards the teaching building.
Perhaps it was because the four boys were there, Zhang He and Guo Hongyuan, who had been a bit scared earlier, also became braver.
Humans are like this; the more they fear something, the more they want to investigate it. It's like reading horror novels; the more timid you are, the more you want to read them.
Although Li Bi was brave, she was still a girl. After walking only a few steps, she started to get a little scared, and Jiang Jie took the lead.
The teaching building had been abandoned for almost three years, and the fences were covered in a layer of dust.
The corridors and classrooms were in disarray, and occasionally, they could hear the meowing of cats.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, fearing that something might suddenly jump out from somewhere.
After walking for over an hour, they got used to the surroundings, and their courage grew.
Liu Mang took out his phone and checked it: "Bi Jie, it's almost 2:30 AM."
According to folk legend, at 2:30 AM, if you comb your hair in front of a mirror while wearing a red dress, you can see unclean things.
This was something Li Bi had found online, and the idea of combing her hair was also hers.
Li Bi swallowed. She had greatly overestimated her courage and was starting to regret it. Combing her hair in front of a mirror in the middle of the night was scary enough.
But she had already said it, and she had already changed into the red dress. No matter how scared she was, she had to grit her teeth and go through with it.
"Since the time is almost here, let's find a mirror," Li Bi said, mustering her courage.
Zhang He, seeing that Li Bi was really going to comb her hair in front of the mirror, tugged at her arm: "Xiao Bi, let's forget about it. What if we really see something unclean, it won't be good."
Guo Hongyuan also started to persuade her: "Yeah, this is enough. We should go back."
Humans are like this; the more you try to dissuade them, the more they refuse to listen.
"Don't be afraid. What era is this? How can there be ghosts? That's all feudal superstition."
Li Bi comforted Zhang He and Guo Hongyuan beside her, and at the same time, she was also encouraging herself.
The five of them went to the corridor on the fourth floor and searched everywhere. Finally, they came to an art studio. Inside, there were some unfinished paintings, and in the middle was an antique dressing table with a large mirror on it.
Li Bi swallowed and said, "Let's use this mirror."
Zhang He and Guo Hongyuan on either side held Li Bi's arms.
Li Bi sat down in front of the dressing table, and the others gathered behind her, turning their flashlights to the brightest setting.
Li Bi looked at the bronze mirror on the dressing table, noticing the half-burned red candles on either side and a wooden comb placed there.
Li Bi picked up the wooden comb and examined it carefully.
"Do you think this might be what the unclean spirit uses to comb its hair?" Liu Mang suddenly blurted out from behind.
"Ah~"
Li Bi was so startled that she threw the wooden comb back.
Qian Cong beside her jumped in fright and cursed at Liu Mang: "What the hell are you doing, you blind fool? It's obvious someone used this before."