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 called

she

him from outside the window. Raising his eyes,

heartbeat quickened, and he squinted slightly in

the girl’s visit was brief, as she proceeded to

similar encounter. Initially relieved that he could not see the head anymore, he looked up only to find the girl from the bus

shoulders. She appeared to be a nine or ten-year-old, holding the head

why

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

the girl exhibited surprising strength, resisting the teacher’s efforts and

windows. Even students who could not find a

What’s happening??” someone

stairs. He was relatively tall, seemingly a sixth-grade

palm of his hand.

hand as he held

a woeful ghost… not worth my attention,” he whispered. “Ivan, where has that kid

was taken away, and Josh

Task Force’s Dissection

dissecting table displayed

head was drenched in blood, the eyes wide open and lifeless. It was a

investigators were

“Any progress?” inquired one.

“Not yet! This stretch of railway has

direction the head rolled, it appears to have come from a train traveling downward. We’ve examined more than 50 trains in that direction, but we haven’t found

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

other words, someone brought this head onto

However, that seemed implausible.

thorough security checks upon entry. Carrying a head through the

investigation,” the leader commanded.novelxo.com

team, determined to