I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 475 Mo Ling's Fear

crunch, crunch...

The hot summer day made the students in the classroom irritable.

"Mo Ling! What are you doing!?"

A roar brought Mo Ling back to his senses from his daze.

He looked over quickly and found that it was the Chinese teacher at the podium.

The teacher was looking at him angrily, the fire in his eyes seemed to devour him.

Before Mo Ling could answer, his naughty classmate reported to the teacher: "Teacher! Mo Ling is looking at the plane!"

The classmate's words caused laughter in the whole class, and the originally dull class suddenly seemed to be ignited and became restless.

"Quiet!" The teacher slapped the table and said angrily, "I know I took up the physical education class. You have a problem with it, isn't it because the physical education teacher is sick? Pay attention to the class! Don't let your imagination run wild!"

Hearing this, Mo Ling's naughty classmate started to make a noise again.

"The PE teacher is sick again? The PE teacher has never been sick this semester!"

The desk mate's words caused another commotion. The Chinese teacher's face turned red. He walked down angrily and pinched the naughty desk mate's ear.

"It hurts!"

The teacher pinched his deskmate while looking at Mo Ling who was still looking up in a daze.

"Mo Ling, are you still looking at the plane?" the teacher asked angrily.

"No, teacher..." Mo Ling raised his hand and pointed at the wobbly ceiling fan: "I think the fan is going to fall down."

crunch, crunch...

Mo Ling was not looking at the plane, but at the ceiling fan.

"Hmm?" The teacher was stunned for a moment: "Your imagination is quite..."

Before he could finish his words, the teacher heard a crisp sound.

Ding!
A screw fell to the ground.

The teacher looked up quickly, but a rotating ceiling fan was already in front of him.

The rapidly spinning blades had already cut off her hair, and would separate her head from her body in the next second.

She seemed to see the fan blade cutting into her neck, slicing through the fragile skin, the rusty iron blade cutting through the artery, and warm blood gushing out...

The teacher swallowed and she regretted not listening to Mo Ling.

"It would have been better if we had avoided it earlier."

She closed her eyes, waiting for the rusty steel to cut off her fragile neck in the next second.

However, after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

She opened her eyes and saw a strange cube-shaped hole in front of her. The hole just covered the original position of the ceiling fan. It was pitch black and seemed to lead to endless darkness.

"What is this?"

The teacher quickly bent down, trying to protect Mo Ling and the naughty classmate below.

However, Mo Ling, who was originally sitting in the seat, had disappeared.

The naughty classmate was left standing there dumbfounded.

……

Mo Ling's heart was pounding, but his consciousness was blurry.

"I wonder how I got here."

Mo Ling stood in the middle of the living room at home. He didn't know what to do or why he was standing there. It was as if his mind was suddenly cleared and he couldn't think of anything.

His head started to hurt, so he sat on the sofa and rubbed his temples.

The landline phone next to him suddenly rang and a melodious sonata played. Mo Ling hesitated for a moment and reached out his hand.

"Mom and Dad are not coming back today, so go to bed early at home."

After saying that, the other party hung up.

Click, the clock strikes eleven, it's time to go to bed.

Mo Ling walked to the living room in a daze, ready to turn off the lights in the living room. However, when he put his hand on the switch, he felt a chill rising from his body.

Mo Ling took a deep breath and pressed the switch.

Suddenly, the living room was dark.

The moment the living room fell into darkness, Mo Ling felt a breath blown behind him, and it seemed that many eyes suddenly appeared from those invisible gaps, staring at him.

"run!"

Mo Ling chose to escape at the first moment.

He rushed into the room quickly, and the breath behind him followed him like a shadow, always sticking to his back.

"As long as I rush onto the bed, it won't be able to catch up with me!" This thought suddenly came to Mo Ling's mind, and he ran faster and faster.

This is her home, and Mo Ling could run back to bed with her eyes closed.

But in the darkness, the distance from the living room to the room seemed extremely far.

The coolness from behind had completely touched his body. It felt like something like fingers was touching Mo Ling's back. He instantly broke out in a cold sweat and his heartbeat reached its peak.

"what!"

Mo Ling's senses seemed to have extended to the back of his body. He didn't need to look to feel the threat coming from the darkness. Those things had been following him, waiting for him to turn off the lights.

"It would be great if we could get rid of this weird thing..."

Just as the thought came to Mo Ling's mind, he felt a cool breeze blowing backwards, as if there was suddenly nothing behind him.

Then, that strange sense of crisis completely disappeared.

There was nothing chasing him in the darkness, no fingers caressing his back.

It was like the fear in my heart was instantly stripped away.

"Huh?" Mo Ling stopped immediately, a little confused: "This is my home, what am I afraid of?"

He turned his head nonchalantly, only to find that the living room was cut in half by a terrifying force, with air rushing in continuously.

The ceiling and the floor were cut smoothly, and he stood right on the edge and could see his neighbors on the lower floor through the gap.

The neighbor, who had been watching TV, raised his head as if he had seen something incredible, and the snacks in his hand fell to the ground.

A little embarrassing...

Mo Ling raised his hand shyly and greeted the neighbors below.

"Hello, Uncle Wang! I like to eat dried fish too..."

Before he could say anything, Mo Ling disappeared, leaving only Uncle Wang standing there motionless.

……

"Huh? That's weird."

Mo Ling sat by the playground after school, wiggling on her toes.

"Mo Ling, I'm sorry. I told the teacher about something again. I had no choice but to be the class monitor. Sometimes, friends are not so important when it comes to interests. I'm sorry. I really want to make progress..." Mo Ling's naughty classmate sat next to her, apologizing to her while biting the watermelon in his hand.

"What did you report?" Mo Ling asked puzzledly.

"Alas, why bother to explain so clearly? The more you know, the more uncomfortable you will feel. The content of this report is not that important. The main thing is that I feel that our friendship should be unshakable. Although it is not perfect and has flaws, it is incomparably beautiful..." My deskmate was talking nonsense in a contemptuous manner.

"So what did you report?" Mo Ling ignored his beating around the bush and continued to ask.

My deskmate sighed again: "I told the teacher that you climbed over the wall to buy watermelon during break, so the teacher confiscated your watermelon."

While saying this apologetically, my deskmate took a bite of the watermelon in his hand.

"But the melon you picked is really sweet."

"Why is the melon I picked here with you?"

"This is the reward for my reporting. The teacher gave me the confiscated melon and asked me to share it with my classmates." My deskmate pointed to the students who were eating melons not far away and said, "This way I can win people's hearts and get one step closer to becoming the class monitor."

"That's why I told you, don't get to the bottom of it. This world is very dark, full of deception and intrigue. To achieve your goal, you must do whatever it takes. My classmates will only remember that I shared the melons with them, and that you were punished by the teacher to stand in the corner during class. I benefited, but you were laughed at..."

"Mo Ling, don't be so naive. This is my advice as a friend."

My deskmate looked at the playground in the distance as if he saw through life.

(End of this chapter)