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.

are you going?” someone called

she could

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

quickened, and he squinted slightly in

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

nine or ten-year-old, holding the head of an adult. The sight was eerie no matter how one looked at

couldn’t help 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

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

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

Selen? What’s happening??” someone whispered

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

the spinning object in the palm of his hand. If Josh had noticed

hand as he held onto it tightly before turning and

attention,” he whispered. “Ivan, where has that

away, and Josh remained restless throughout the afternoon, unaware

the Task Force’s

dissecting table displayed a

It was a gruesome sight,

investigators

“Any progress?” inquired one.

other shook his head. “Not yet! This stretch of railway has

from a train traveling downward. We’ve examined more than

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 suggests that they couldn’t

brought

However, that seemed implausible.

station required thorough security checks upon entry. Carrying a head through the security check without

the leader

the team, determined to uncover more