Help, I've become a paper man

As night fell, dark clouds obscured the moonlight, and as the fog grew thicker, the air became humid, a chill slowly rose, and the entire building exuded a gloomy aura.

The world was in silence. There were no birds singing or insects chirping. Only a faint wind rustled the leaves. Amidst the rustling sound, light and shadows swayed like walking figures.

School was over long ago. There was no human presence in the building and the corridor was empty. Along with the faint sounds, black marks began to appear on the clean tiles, spreading vaguely forward and deepening.

When they came to the third floor, the traces they left at the place where they first appeared were clear enough. It looked like a footprint, with a triangular front part and a small circle behind it, like one left by a high-heeled shoe.

As soon as Song Yi and the others sneaked over, they saw this scene and watched the stain move and condense into the shape of a shoe print.

The cold wind blew from behind, and they shivered together. After looking at each other, they walked into the teaching building one after another, their determination to explore remained unchanged.

The end of the trace was classroom 307. The door was closed at this moment, and there were desks and chairs inside, which was completely different from the scene in the daytime.

It's not just the scene, but also the atmosphere. There are quite a few "people" inside, and the atmosphere is quite warm, even too warm.

The man with a crew cut was holding his waist, standing in the middle of the classroom, angrily saying, "Do you have brains? As soon as a problem occurs, you blame each other. What else is there to talk about? You are all idiots having a meeting, seafood stew!"

He cursed so excitedly that his body was shaking. The woman in the long skirt next to him couldn't help but tilt her head and look at him a few more times, as if she was worried that he would faint and fall on her. She moved a few steps to the side and said:

"Okay, okay, everyone knows that your little business is all thanks to Yan Changyue's support. Don't speak for your master anymore."

"What are you talking about!" the man with a crew cut yelled, his tone getting higher. Just as the conflict was about to escalate, he was interrupted by a gentle voice.

"It's okay, Boss Ye." Yan Changyue said, retracting her gaze from the window, slowly walked towards the crowd, and said with a smile:

"Only the first day, we already had casualties. It's normal for everyone to suspect each other, and it's reasonable for them to suspect me, but..."

"I don't lack that material. Among all of you here, there is no one who is unhappy with me, and no one needs me to bear grudges. Why should I do this?"

After he finished speaking, the air was silent for two seconds, and then voices rang out one after another, responding sporadically.

"Yes, Boss Yan doesn't care about anything except money. If we win first place, we won't get any money, and it will offend us."

"You're wrong. Boss Yan still loves humans. How could he break his own rules? Hahaha!"

"That's not necessarily the case. Everyone is a suspect. Boss Yan could be the murderer, and so could you."

"It's possible to revive here? Right? While the night is still long, who among you is willing to give it a try?"

"Screw you!"

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter, everyone started joking, breaking the tense atmosphere, but some people still couldn't let it go.

"I still stick to my previous opinion. The man was most likely killed by Yan Changyue. I suggest that everyone investigate thoroughly." The woman said, taking a step forward and revealing a heroic face.

If Song Yi were here, he would be surprised, because this person was none other than Ling Zhi, a friendly soldier.

Her words caused another round of laughter, and someone immediately said:

"Don't flatter Boss Yan. We are 'ghosts' now, imitating the state after death. Even Boss Yan's power will be limited."

Someone else said, "That's right, there are so many of us, and we want to kill quickly and silently. Compared to Boss Yan..."

"You are more deliberate!" they said, and laughed again.

The scene was gloomy and a bit weird. The "dead faces" of the people were fake, but they didn't look good either. If someone laughed too hard, the flesh on his face would fall off. It was really hard to look at.

Ling Zhi's pale face became even worse. She said, "You can check me, but I also hope that you can check Yan Changyue. His ability is more useful in the dungeon."

The laughter got louder.

Yan Changyue said: "It's an interesting suggestion. It is indeed possible. The closer my mental power is to the copy, the greater the possibility of controlling it. But there are some doubts."

"For example, I have never been here, nor have I studied at school. I have completed all my studies at home. I know nothing about the academy. It is ridiculous to want to control it through a fitting method."

"Besides...after I die, I will have my own territory."

When he said this, the corners of his lips curled up, and there was no trace of gloom on his face, especially with this face, it was even more convincing.

After all, the copies seemed to pamper him. Unlike everyone else who looked miserable, Yan Changyue's face was clean, without a trace of scar, and his clothes were neat enough.

His "wound" was on his chest, and it was also his only "wound". However, when the blood spread and remained on his light-colored suit, it became a blooming flower, as if it was a part of the design to embellish this delicate face.

The others looked at each other. From each other's eyes and from Yan Changyue's words, and thinking of the legendary island, they knew something. For a moment, no one spoke again. Yan Changyue's innocence was almost certain.

The girl in the long skirt sighed and said half jokingly and half complainingly: "Sometimes I am really jealous of you."

Yan Changyue smiled back, which immediately caused a burst of laughter and the atmosphere became even more heated. Under this circumstance, Ling Zhi spoke again and said firmly:

"I'm not kidding. Yan Changyue killed the man. If we let him continue, more people will die."

The scene was quiet for a moment, and then louder discussions arose, not towards Yan Changyue, but towards Ling Zhi. This time the tone was even worse, full of hostility, and in an instant the noise became so loud that even the voices could hardly be distinguished.

The argument lasted two minutes, and it would be more accurate to describe it as a criticism of Ling Zhi rather than the word "argument."

Finally, the wheelchair man concluded: "Come on, sister, you have no credibility."

Ling Zhi sneered and said, "Your legs are broken, and your brain is broken too?"

The wheelchair man added: "This is not your paradise. I advise you to be quiet."

The crew cut also said, "Hey, now that you mention it, did she kill the person? Among us, the only one who has a good relationship with her is Boss Yan. She has a habit of killing teammates."

Laughter rang out again, and everyone lost all their previous tension and put Ling Zhi's words aside.

The wheelchair man asked again: "Forget it, there is no point in criticizing each other. Are there any good people here?"

The atmosphere became more heated because of this sentence. Everyone gathered together and discussed each other's "sins" and the injuries they were feeling at the moment. They made jokes about themselves and others. Amidst the laughter, someone felt out of place.

For example, Sui Yuesheng, he only knows Ling Zhi, but he is the big boss, he also knows Yan Changyue, but he is the master of friends.

He stood outside the crowd, looking awkward and out of place amid the laughter, but his gaze moved forward, through the crowd, and fell on Yan Changyue.

His heartbeat suddenly quickened, and a strange feeling arose. At that moment, Ling Zhi's words emerged in his mind, saying "more people will die"...

At the same time, Yan Changyue seemed to sense something and looked sideways at him. Their eyes met. Yan Changyue slowly raised the corners of her lips and revealed a gentle smile. Her face looked even more delicate and beautiful under the moonlight.

Sui Yuesheng had no time to appreciate it. He just felt a chill on his back, as if a piece of ice was stuffed in his throat, his limbs became stiff, and every cell in his body was shouting "Run", but he couldn't move at all.

"Sure enough, there is something wrong with the classroom, and the footsteps have been all the way here."

"Shh, shh, stop talking nonsense!"

There was a voice talking, and Sui Yuesheng came back to his senses. At the same time, the scene in the classroom changed, and the "ghost" left, leaving an empty room.

Then, the door was pushed open.