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?”

outside, she could not hear

a piercing gaze fixed upon him from outside the window. Raising his eyes, he

and he squinted

as she proceeded

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

resting upon the girl’s shoulders. She appeared to be a nine or ten-year-old, holding the head of an adult. The sight was eerie no matter how

help but wonder, why

return to the classroom. When

surprising strength, resisting the teacher’s efforts

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

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

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

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

from the boy’s hand as

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

away, and Josh

Task Force’s Dissection

table displayed a

open and lifeless. It was a gruesome sight, but

investigators were

“Any progress?” inquired one.

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

appears to have come from a train traveling downward. We’ve examined more than 50 trains in that

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

other words, someone brought

However, that seemed implausible.

checks upon entry. Carrying a head through the security check without detection

the leader

team, determined to