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.

you going?” someone

continued walking outside, she

him from outside the window. Raising his

and he

the girl’s visit was brief, as

that he could not see the head anymore, he looked up only to find

a nine or ten-year-old, holding the head of an adult.

but wonder, why was she always fixated on

the girl and instructed her to return to the classroom. When she resisted, the teacher attempted to pull

strength, resisting the teacher’s efforts

them to crowd around the windows. Even students

she Selen? What’s happening??” someone whispered

was relatively tall, seemingly a

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

the boy’s hand as he held

not worth my attention,” he whispered.

Selen was taken away, and Josh remained restless throughout the afternoon,

Task Force’s Dissection

displayed a human

head was drenched in blood, the eyes wide open and lifeless. It was a gruesome sight, but no

investigators

“Any progress?” inquired one.

railway has four tracks with over a hundred trains

the head rolled, it appears to have come from a train traveling downward. We’ve examined more than 50 trains in that direction, but

who appeared to be in charge furrowed his brow. “No, considering the level of decomposition, it seems that the person has been dead for at least seven days. This

words, someone brought this head

However, that seemed implausible.

a head through

the

responded the team, determined