Help, I've become a paper man

Song Yi leaned against the door frame and looked inside. In the darkness, tables and chairs were placed in a messy manner, which was not seen during the day, but was particularly conspicuous at this time.

"Wow, this looks like..." He muttered as he walked into the house, gesturing in the air twice and said casually:

"In those movies, the abandoned classroom where bad boys gather, with desks arranged in a circle in the middle, eh...?"

His voice stopped, and his footsteps and movements followed. Further ahead, in what he called the "center", the ground was even stranger, with multiple footprints intertwined.

It seemed like there was a group of things moving around here frequently at some point in time.

Song Yi paused for two seconds and said, "What the hell is that? Are you dancing ballroom dance?"

He spoke briskly. Sui Yuesheng glanced at the door again and saw that Jasmine was still standing there, so he walked into the classroom.

"Are there any signs of activity?" Sui Yuesheng asked as he lowered his head and began to search along his line of sight.

Song Yi replied: "Something, um, stayed here."

Then, from Sui Yuesheng's expression, he realized something.

"Can't you see it?" Song Yi asked, following the route of the footprints, walking beside them, and said, "For example, footprints?"

Sui Yuesheng shook his head and replied, "There are no footprints. The room is clean enough, whether it's the floor or the tables and chairs..."

"Did you clean this this morning?"

Song Yi was shocked when he heard this, and subconsciously said, "Oh my god, I won't have to redo the work later, what the hell did you step on? This is really unethical."

He spoke sincerely, but it was a pity that his two teammates stood there, unable to see any trace and only had to observe him with the eyes of a fool.

Jasmine said, "You haven't picked up that prop that can deal with hallucinations yet, right?"

Song Yi nodded readily and asked, "Yes, sister, do you want to use it?"

Before Jasmine answered, a sneer sounded, as if it was in her ears or in her soul, it was the cufflinks' protest.

After all, it was a dead thing, so Song Yicai didn't listen to it and was about to take the opportunity to promote it, but Jasmine nodded and said:

"No need to lend it to me, but please check the surroundings again. There is something wrong here. It smells a bit strange."

"Well, our family is too poor. Props are disposable. We will need them in class later, so it's hard to get them. I can give you more in the settlement share."

"No problem, there's no need to split the profits." Song Yi agreed immediately and looked at Sui Yuesheng again. He only needed to smile at this man and he would understand what he meant. There were no props either...

Wait, it’s better to say that it’s obvious without any expression that he peeks into other people’s lives, and he may know what’s going on in the protagonist group better than the parties involved.

Song Yi touched the tip of his nose and said again: "No problem, leave it to me."

First there was Jasmine's hint, and then his sense of smell revealed that there was indeed a smell that was different from that in the daytime.

Song Yi sniffed and followed the smell towards the center. The smell was stronger there, but as he got closer, he sniffed the lingering scent and his expression became more subtle.

A fishy smell, a bit like blood, with a rotten smell, lots of it... very strong...

Song Yi retched and hurriedly moved back. After taking several steps back, he finally had the strength to raise his hand and cover the lower half of his face. Tears filled his eyes, and it was obvious that he had suffered tremendous damage at some point.

Jasmine laughed and said "don't worry", but there was a sigh in her tone, and she started to move. She was worried and ran directly to Song Yi.

"Xiao Songyi, are you okay?"

After she asked, she tiptoed closer, took out a cooling patch and shook it around. Seeing that she couldn't reach Song Yi, she didn't worry about the height and just stuck it directly on Song Yi's wrist.

The smell of mint spread, a little irritating to the eyes, and Song Yi burst into tears, but it was indeed refreshing enough, and his brain was almost washed away.

"It's okay." Song Yi said with difficulty.

Jasmine tilted her head slightly, sizing up his expression, and the smile on her face faded. When she confirmed that Song Yi was not joking, her worries became clearer.

"It's okay, just a little disgusting. The smell is too strong..." Song Yi explained, patted the cooling patch, and signaled Jasmine to rest assured.

Seeing that he moved freely and his expression had eased, Jasmine and the other girl breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. They discussed the issue of "taste" together.

But before they knew it, the three of them had left the door, and there was no one guarding there anymore. A thin figure took the opportunity to act. He crawled out from under the table, and while there was no one at the door, he tiptoed towards it.

He held on very well, even his breathing slowed down, but just a second before he could cross the door, his collar was grabbed and he was pulled back.

It was Song Yi who did it. He used enough force that his glasses flew off and hit the ground, then bounced up gently and flew into the corridor.

Song Yi said, "Where are you going? Do you know how to entertain guests? Why don't you chat with us?"

To the skinny boy, this was a terrifying event. He was shaking violently, his eyes were tightly closed, and he refused to communicate, as if he was waiting to die.

Jasmine took a deep breath, grabbed Song Yi's sleeve, and signaled him to let go. Song Yi also cooperated well and put the boy down.

Looking at it this way, they look even more alike. They have similar body shapes and looks, and they both wear glasses of similar styles. But this is not a guy with glasses, he is a human being.

It appears here, so there is obviously a problem.

Song Yi moved closer to the other party and lowered his head. Even if he did not interrogate him, the feeling of oppression exerted on the young man was strong enough at this moment.

Jasmine gritted her teeth and said, "Xiao Songyi, don't worry, we can take it slowly."

He was stunned, raised his hands and patted his cheeks, confusion flashed in his eyes, he couldn't figure out Jasmine's routine, but he still nodded, stepped aside and handed the venue to Jasmine.

The senior lived up to everyone's expectations and the method he proposed was indeed useful. Two minutes later, the boy confessed the reason why he was here.

It's simple, "he's playing tricks." He used to live in an orphanage, but after the director passed away, the children were homeless, so they would hide in the school after school and use it as a secret base.

Finally, the boy concluded: "There are no ghosts here, only me and my friends."

Song Yi nodded and said, "Well, I don't believe it."

He turned his gaze towards Jasmine and the other two, trying to persuade his teammates not to trust the NPC's words, but before he could get a response, his vision went dark and the power was forcibly turned off.

After two seconds of darkness, a gray screen popped up, and text automatically popped up, explaining the current situation:

The time came to one o'clock in the morning, marking the end of the first day and automatically entering the late night stage.

It is a game called "Guess What". The surviving players get one chance. Tonight's question is: "Who is the ghost?"

Song Yi wrote down the three words "Glasses Boy".

Three seconds later, the writing was erased, and with a ding sound, the text on the screen changed and the words "Wrong answer" appeared.

Song Yi complained: "You're still able to chat even though you're bleeding from all seven orifices. Are you telling me you're not a ghost?"

The copy did not answer, and text popped up again, prompting: All players answered incorrectly. You only have one chance to ask a question, please cherish it.

Song Yi asked: "Who is the ghost?"

The words disappeared again, new content popped up, and after "Invalid question, one warning" popped up, it disappeared, and no input box appeared.

"Wait? It's over? You can't afford to play?" Song Yi protested, and the picture changed again.