When I was in the second grade of elementary school, a tall building was built outside the west wall of the school.
At that time, it was a tall building, but now it does not seem to be high, it is all seven floors, there is no elevator. At present, high-rise buildings are often more than a dozen floors and dozens of floors, which are considered high-rise buildings.
At that time, the buildings in our area were the most four or five floors, and the seven floors were even high-rise buildings.
During the summer vacation, I went to the newly built building with a few classmates in boredom.
The building was very good at the time, and it is worth mentioning that there was also a garbage hall, and on the slow walking platform between the floors, there was a rectangular iron cover, and the garbage was poured in, and it slid directly into the garbage room next to the door of the first floor.
At that time, several of our classmates lived there, and they used to live in a small room, but then they moved.
We went all the way up to the roof, and the door to the roof was unlocked, and now that I think about it, it was a bit dangerous.
The roof was covered with a layer of black asphalt, several smoke pipes, and the edge of the guardrail was low and thin, about the height of a child's knee.
When we went up, it was an afternoon, and there was another student on the stage who was a few years older than us, whether it was our school, I can't remember, some of my classmates knew him.
We stayed on the rooftop for a while, didn't think it was interesting, and went down.
Later, they may have gone up and played a few more times. I heard that from time to time, a broken quilt appeared under a low wall on the roof, and there was a corpse inside!
This matter spread in the class, and the male students were curious and scared, just wanted to see what was going on, and finally couldn't help it. One day at noon, everyone decided to go and see the corpse.
After the fourth class, everyone did not go home to eat, and about seven or eight male classmates went to the rooftop together.
The broken quilt is still there! In the sunlight, it looked a little harsh, everyone walked over, very nervous, coupled with the movement of climbing stairs, the heartbeat was very intense.
A bold classmate stepped forward and lifted the quilt!
In fact, there is nothing under the quilt.
Everyone scattered. I remember never going to the stage again.
There was also an experience of searching for a corpse in a dilapidated bomb shelter in front of the school.
The air raid shelter is a product of the era of "digging deep holes and accumulating grain", although we are not on the border here, but it is not far away, and if the enemy's planes fly over, it will be a matter of minutes. So there are a lot of bomb shelters here, usually on the ground there's a building that looks like a small house, with a door, and there's a staircase down the stairs – that's the bomb shelter.
The bomb shelter in front of our school, next to a residential building, was close to the side of the building, the door had long been broken, it was black and rumbling inside, I had never entered it, and after it was abandoned, it was once used as a garbage bin.
At some point, the class again spread the rumor that there was a corpse in the air raid shelter.
The students once again planned to find out. One day after noon, we went to the bomb shelter together, and some students brought flashlights from home.
However, just as we were about to enter, we were stopped by a female teacher, who was not the class teacher of our class, nor had she taught us lessons, as if she was the leader of the senior year group or the leader of a certain subject.
She said that it was very dangerous there, you couldn't go in and play and so on, and then she added intimidation, saying something to tell your class teacher, deduct points for you or something.
So, we didn't go in.
As for whether their other classmates went in later, I don't know, and no one mentioned it again.
After a while, maybe the school intervened. The bomb shelter was filled in, a hut was built on it, and it later became a small shop that remained open for many years until the old houses in the area were moved.
Looking back now, at that time, we were half naïve and half stupid, and if we really found the body, we would have panicked at that time.