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?”

walking outside, she could

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

and he squinted

visit was brief, as she proceeded

he could not see the head anymore, he looked up only to find the girl from the bus standing outside the corridor, directing her intense gaze at

or ten-year-old, holding the head of an adult. The sight

but wonder, why

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

exhibited surprising strength, resisting

the windows. Even students who

Selen? What’s happening??” someone

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

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

emanated from the boy’s hand as

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

the end, Selen was taken away, and Josh remained

in the Task

dissecting table displayed

open and lifeless. It was a gruesome sight, but no other signs of

case investigators were

“Any progress?” inquired one.

of railway has four

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

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

brought this head onto the

However, that seemed implausible.

every station required thorough security checks upon entry. Carrying a

investigation,” the leader

determined to uncover more