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 after

outside, she

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

he squinted slightly

the girl’s visit was brief, as

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

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

but wonder, why was she always fixated on

instructed her to return to

surprising strength, resisting

prompting them to crowd around the windows. Even students who could not find a spot to observe

happening??” someone whispered in

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

in the palm of his hand. If Josh had

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

woeful ghost… not worth my attention,” he whispered.

Josh remained restless throughout the afternoon,

the Task Force’s Dissection

dissecting table displayed a

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

case investigators were

“Any progress?” inquired one.

head. “Not yet! This stretch of railway has four tracks with over a hundred trains passing

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

level of decomposition, it seems that the person has been dead for at least seven days.

other words, someone brought this head

However, that seemed implausible.

entry. Carrying a head through the

investigation,” the leader

responded the team, determined to uncover