Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

The head glided toward Drake’s classroom, its ethereal presence outside the window captivating the attention of the students. After observing for a prolonged period, the motionless eyes shifted slightly, and it entered the room.

“This… doesn’t seem right.”

“This… isn’t working either.”

A shiver ran through the minds of the students, leaving them unsettled.

“Strange, did they crank up the air conditioner? I feel so cold.”

“Yeah, now that you mention it, I thought I was the only one feeling cold!”

During the self-study session, someone decided to investigate further. “The temperature of the air conditioner seems normal,” they reported.

Turning to his deskmate, Drake, the student asked, “Drake, do you feel cold?”

Drake sat upright and replied, “Nope.”

In truth, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as if he were being watched!

Was the head behind him?

Drake folded his hands, assuming the appearance of an attentive student engrossed in his book. Unbeknownst to others, his left hand discreetly clasped the protective bracelet on his right wrist.

The head did not linger in Drake’s classroom for long. After unsuccessful attempts, it drifted away to another classroom.

In that classroom, a girl sat near the window, wearing a somewhat forlorn expression. It was the same girl who had sent Drake a love letter.

The head fixed its gaze upon her, attempting to attach to her. Astonishingly, it placed its head upon hers!

The girl, lost in her thoughts, suddenly experienced a numbing sensation in her head. She abruptly stood up, devoid of expression, and walked out of the classroom.

Everyone in the class was left dumbfounded.

where are you going?”

she could not hear

felt a piercing gaze fixed upon him from outside the window. Raising his eyes, he locked gazes with the

and he squinted slightly in

girl’s visit was brief, as she proceeded

had a similar encounter. Initially relieved that he could not see the head anymore, he looked up only to find the girl from the bus standing outside the corridor, directing

the girl’s shoulders. She appeared to be a nine or ten-year-old, holding the head of an adult. The sight was eerie no matter how one looked at

why was she

a teacher noticed the girl and instructed her to return to the classroom. When she resisted, the teacher

girl exhibited surprising strength, resisting the teacher’s efforts

attention of those inside the classroom, prompting them to crowd around the windows. Even students who could not find a spot to observe joined the

What’s happening??” someone

He was relatively tall, seemingly a sixth-grade student. Positioned among the onlookers, he looked at

down at the spinning object in the palm of his hand. If Josh had noticed it, he would have recognized it as his spirit

light emanated from the boy’s hand as he held onto it

worth my attention,” he whispered.

and Josh remained

Task

table displayed

eyes wide open and lifeless. It was a gruesome sight, but no other signs of

investigators were

“Any progress?” inquired one.

“Not yet! This stretch of railway has four tracks with over a hundred

train traveling downward. We’ve examined more than

the person has been dead for at least seven days. This suggests that

brought

However, that seemed implausible.

security checks upon entry. Carrying a head through the security check without detection would be

the leader

team, determined