I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

Chapter 211 Listen, someone is singing

Lin Qinglan left the office very late today. She lived in the school dormitory and was very familiar with the way back home. She could walk back with her eyes closed.

But she didn't dare to really walk with her eyes closed.

There was no one in the dark corridor, only the voice-controlled lights flashing from time to time. The wind from the corridor blew into her ears, but she had no time to identify the sound of the wind because someone was singing in the corridor.

The sound was intermittent, making people's scalps tingle. A chill spread from the soles of their feet to the hair. Lin Qinglan walked close to the wall, feeling uneasy.

She held up her cell phone for light.

"Xiao De, you don't think there are really ghosts in the world, do you?"

"Host! Stop talking, I'm scared!" Xiao De's scream dispelled the fear that Lin Qinglan had just felt.

She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she was overthinking it, and patted her chest to calm herself down: "Don't scare yourself."

The surroundings fell silent, and the faint singing voice just now became exceptionally clear. Lin Qinglan could even recite the lyrics clearly.

"Yumen Pass is the gate of hell. One step out of it will bleed to death..."

It was a female voice, and the voice seemed to come from a deep place, with an echo and the sound of nails scratching against the wall.

……

If Aunt Yang and Aunt He were present, they would definitely tell her firmly: "There are no ghosts in this world."

The "ghost" that Aunt Yang and Aunt He encountered in the stairwell of the library last time was Aunt Deng who was worried about something. Who is the singing ghost this time?

……

"Ah! There's a ghost!" A louder scream drowned out the singing.

Bi Xiaode's voice was so loud that Lin Qinglan covered her ears.

The one who made the sound was Uncle Zhou, an outstanding student in the vocal class and the only lead singer of the Old Naughty Boys band.

He was currently standing at the door of the men's restroom on the first floor.

Because he and Grandpa Chang were not serious during the chorus, Teacher Lu kept them back for extra practice. Grandpa Shi escaped temporarily because he had to pick up his grandson.

Lu Dazhi only let them practice for half an hour longer.

The two of them slipped away after Lu Dazhi left, and found Old Fu and his group in the chess and card room. They opened a deck of cards, and Uncle Zhou and Uncle Chang played the game of drawing turtles.

They played until dark, and none of the six old men heard the phone calls made by the kids.

As luck would have it, Teacher Li had something urgent to do in the store and forgot to ask Uncle Li for the key, and no one reminded them that it was getting dark.

The six of them really had a great time.

If Mr. Fu hadn’t drunk too much Nutri-Express and needed to go to the toilet, he would not have been able to get out.

Uncle Zhou came out to accompany him.

"Old Fu, you are an old man in your sixties and you are still afraid of the dark?"

Old Fu didn't come out of the toilet, but he could hear Uncle Zhou calling him. He loudly retorted: "I'm not afraid of the dark, I just saw that you have been sitting for too long, so I asked you to come out and take a walk."

Even if the sky falls, Lao Fu will hold it up.

"Why did you ask me to come out and let me carry this thing? Are you afraid someone will steal it?" Uncle Zhou shook the bag in his hand, and the mahjong tiles inside collided with each other, making a loud noise.

Just now, before going to the bathroom, Mr. Fu put all his mahjong tiles in his bag, for fear that Uncle Li would peek at his cards while he was away.

Uncle Zhou also has to guard it all the time.

"What's so precious about this broken mahjong?" Uncle Zhou was tired of holding it and wanted to throw it away.

"It's custom-made and very expensive!" Old Fu roared.

Uncle Zhou thought about it and took it back. After all, for someone like Lao Fu who wears a big gold chain around his neck and walks around in public, the things he buys are really not cheap.

He was leaning against the railing bored, when he suddenly heard a burst of singing.

"You are living happily with your beautiful wife in your golden house, why would you care about me crying when I enter the prison..."

The wind hit his face and the hair on his back stood up.

"Old Fu, did you hear any noise?" Uncle Zhou turned around suddenly and shouted into the toilet.

"What? What did you say? I can't hear you." Old Fu was still humming a song inside.

"I said...it seems like there really is a ghost." Uncle Zhou was shocked and felt his teeth chattering when he spoke.

The "ghost" seemed to hear him talking and sang a little louder.

Old Fu in the toilet also heard it. There was a loud noise in the cubicle, followed by Old Fu's wail: "My phone!"

"I heard it, there's a ghost! Lao Zhou, are you still there?"

"Zai Zai, stop howling. It wasn't the ghost that scared me to death, it was you who scared me to death." Uncle Zhou quickly responded and urged Lao Fu: "Don't scare yourself. When are you going to come out from there?"

"I was anxious to get home. My son had called me for the fifth time."

Lao Fu's voice was drawn out: "No, my stomach hurts."

His legs felt a little numb from squatting, and when he looked up and saw the pitch-black surroundings, he would be lying if he said he wasn't scared.

The horror movie he watched a few days ago suddenly popped into his mind, and he closed his eyes and shouted:

"Lao Zhou, let's sing."

Uncle Zhou was also afraid, and he was not very confident: "Sing... what to sing?"

"I don't know. You have studied vocal music, so tell me." Old Fu shouted at the top of his voice.

"Sing the song 'Ode to the Motherland' that we just learned today." Uncle Zhou cleared his throat and sang with all his strength:

"Singing to our beloved motherland, from now on it will move towards prosperity and strength..."

"No, I'm not in the choir, how would I know what you are learning?" Old Fu was so anxious that he had given up thinking.

The “Strong Army Battle Song” suddenly sounded from a stall in the men’s restroom on the first floor: “Listen, the horn of a new journey is blowing, and the goal of strengthening the army is calling ahead.”

While singing, Lao Fu suddenly stopped and said, "Lao Zhou, have you ever heard that there is a cemetery under the school?"

……

In the chess and card room in the distance, several old men also heard the strange noise.

"Why did I hear them shouting there was a ghost?" Uncle Li picked his ears, suspecting that he had heard it wrongly.

Uncle Chang said disdainfully: "It sounds like Old Fu's voice. It must be another trick of his. Everyone ignore him."

The more Uncle Liao listened, the more he felt something was wrong: "Why are they singing revolutionary songs?"

"Don't you say there are ghosts? Can ghosts understand my deep and silent love?"

Uncle Jia slumped in his chair, his voice intermittent.

Uncle Li received a WeChat message from Lao Fu on his phone: "Men's restroom on the first floor, come and save me!"

"It's urgent. Very urgent!"