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?” someone called after

walking outside, she could not hear

the window. Raising his eyes, he locked gazes with the girl from the neighboring class. Her unwavering stare carried an

he squinted slightly

visit was brief, as she

the head anymore, he looked up only to find the girl from

resting upon the girl’s shoulders. She appeared to be a nine or ten-year-old, holding the head of an adult. The

wonder, why was she

instructed her to return to the classroom.

everyone’s astonishment, the girl exhibited surprising strength, resisting the teacher’s efforts and emitting a horrific

of those inside the classroom, prompting them to crowd around the windows. Even students who could not

What’s happening??”

was relatively tall, seemingly a

of his hand. If Josh had noticed it, he would have recognized it as

hand as he held onto it tightly before turning

attention,” he whispered. “Ivan, where has

end, Selen was taken away, and Josh remained restless throughout

in the Task

dissecting table displayed a

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

case investigators

“Any progress?” inquired one.

of railway has four

the head rolled, it appears to have come from a train traveling downward. We’ve examined more

charge furrowed his brow. “No, considering the level of decomposition, it seems that the person has

brought this head onto the

However, that seemed implausible.

upon entry. Carrying a

the

team, determined