The head of the dormitory of Heiduanzi

I'm a night owl, and I like to play games all night, so do most other people in the dormitory-except our dormitory manager.

Speaking of our dormitory manager, he is really a model. He is not only strict with himself, but also requires us to work and rest on time. He turns off the lights on time every day according to the requirements of the school, urges us to turn off our mobile phones and computers, go to bed and lock the door to prevent people from sneaking out to play in the middle of the night. And he will wake us up at dawn in the morning and urge us to study early.

At first, this routine made us night owls complain bitterly, so we were very critical of him. But he is helpless and reasonable, and there is nothing we can do about him. Later, we gradually got used to this routine and felt the benefits of going to bed early and getting up early, so we stopped scolding him behind his back.

But today, he died in a tragic traffic accident. It is said that the scene is terrible. His body was so bloody that even the upper part of his head was crushed by a car.

That night, although the head of the dormitory was gone, we turned off the lights on time. After all, everyone has formed a habit. Besides, after what happened around him, no one is in the mood to play. But that night, when I opened the door in the lower berth because of internal emergency, I found that the door could not be opened.

"What the hell? Why is the door locked?" He looks dissatisfied.

We looked around and found that the door was unlocked. But when we tried to open the door, we couldn't open it, as if there was an invisible force holding down the door panel. Just as we looked at each other, a voice suddenly appeared: "It's time to rest, please go back to sleep."

Everyone was shocked, because it was clearly the voice of the head of the dormitory! After a while, someone got up the courage and said, "I want to go to the toilet."

"Please go to sleep, or don't blame me for being rude." The other party seems to have no reaction, but the tone is much more serious. At the same time, I felt a little coolness coming from behind.

"Go back to sleep first!" I stopped the man who tried to break the door. "Now it's a ghost. I don't know what it will do."

Everyone had to do this, but although they went to bed, everyone was not sleepy and just talked quietly.

"Do you think the head of the dormitory is coming back to harm us?"

"No crows."

"I don't think it lost its mind. Maybe it will open at dawn as usual? "

"Bullshit, then why doesn't it let me go out to the bathroom?"

"You keep your voice down ..."

The conversation faded away and probably everyone else fell asleep. But I'm not sleepy. I have an idea: the head and ears of the dormitory were damaged in the car accident, so it can't hear us.

Wait, the dormitory leader's eyes should be damaged by the car, right? In other words, in its eyes ... there will never be dawn!