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"The classroom is full of people?" The boy with glasses looked around anxiously: "There are obviously many empty seats in the classroom!"

"Don't make a fuss, the current situation is that I can see those things." Lin Ya said: "But they look the same as ordinary people, I can't tell them apart, I need to know which people died in the fire, it is best to give me Write a list."

The boy with glasses stared at Lin Ya for a while, then said hesitantly, "Don't you know who in our class had an accident?"

"I just said that I hit my head and I can't remember clearly. Don't be silly, write me the list quickly." Lin Ya frowned and tapped on the table.

"Okay." The boy with glasses pursed his lips, took out an exercise book, and wrote his name in the blank space.

The tip of the pen slid across the paper, but no strokes appeared. The boy with glasses was unwilling to reconcile, and drew with all his strength: "Why is there no water in the pen I just bought?"

Lin Ya said impatiently: "You are too lazy, change your pen quickly."

"Okay." It was just a trivial matter, and the boy with glasses didn't pay much attention to it, so he changed the pen as he said.

"It's so strange." The boy with glasses put down the last pen. He tried the pens in the pen holder one by one, but none of them could write.

"Your pen may have been dropped, use my pencil." The deskmate handed over a pencil: "I can't write without a pencil."

The boy in glasses took the pencil and was about to start writing, but his hand moved uncontrollably on the paper.

"My hand! I can't control my hand!"

The boy with glasses pressed his right hand desperately, but to no avail, as if his right hand was no longer a part of his body, he just scribbled on the paper.

"How is this going!"

The deskmate of the boy with glasses quickly pressed his hand.

"It must be that they don't let me write... I won't write! I won't write!" The boy with glasses suddenly came to his senses, tears rolled down his eyes, and cried out in horror: "Let me go, I won't write... ..."

After saying this, his right hand stopped and stopped moving.

The boy with glasses moved his fingers, but found nothing unusual.

The power that held him was gone.

But the fear that hovered in his heart did not disappear.

The boy with glasses threw away his pencil and refused to write anything.

Just as Lin Ya was about to persuade him, a wet hand was placed on his shoulder suddenly. The wet and cold feeling seeped into his skin through his clothes, and Lin Ya was shivering from the cold.

"Do you want to know which ones are ghosts? I can tell you." An understated male voice came from my ear.

"No, you're welcome... I don't want to know that much either." Lin Ya found his voice trembling when he opened his mouth.

Seeing that Lin Ya's expression was not normal, the boy with glasses didn't even have time to wipe away his tears: "Lin Ya, what are you talking about?"

"Lin Ya, say hello to my glasses, just say that I will go back to the dormitory to sleep tonight." The hands on the shoulders were patted gently, and Lin Ya heard these words again.

Lin Ya's lips were pale from the cold, and he said with a trembling voice, "Glasses, the elder brother standing next to me asked me to tell you that he will go back to the dormitory to sleep tonight."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"I didn't scare you." Lin Ya clenched his fists, trying to calm himself down as much as possible.

Gathering up his courage, Lin Ya looked sideways.

Sure enough, there was a drenched boy standing next to him, looking at him expressionlessly.

Suppressing his fear, Lin Ya glanced at the boy's badge and said, "Brother Zhao Yu, tell me who the murderer is, and I will avenge you!"

"We don't know who the murderer is. But what we can be sure of is that the murderer must be among you." Zhao Yu showed a terrifying smile on his swollen face: "If we can't find the murderer, we will kill one person a day. "

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he returned to his seat with wet steps, and the lights in the class went out again.

In the darkness, Ji Siwei heard someone's suppressed sobbing.

Even so, no one dared to leave the classroom.

No one even dared to leave their seats.

From the conversation between Zhao Yu and Lin Ya, Ji Siwei caught a key word - "kill one person a day".

In other words, in this dungeon, ghosts only kill one person a day.

And the person chosen today is Lin Ya.

The inside of the backpack was too stuffy, so the eight-tailed cat came out with the puppet to breathe while the lights went out.

The eight-tailed cat nimbly jumped onto Ji Siwei's shoulders, and its front paws hugged Ji Siwei's neck, stabilizing its figure.

As soon as it appeared, Zhang Xiaoxiao, who was standing behind Ji Siwei, screamed and fled away.

Without a pair of eyes staring at him all the time, Ji Siwei heaved a sigh of relief.

"These ghosts are so resentful that they can't communicate." The eight-tailed cat said in a voice that only Ji Siwei could hear: "There are a lot of them, stupid human beings, be careful."

The little puppet also imitated the eight-tailed cat and said: "Master, be careful."

The nervousness was swept away, and Ji Siwei gently touched the puppet's head.

After the lights went out, the ghosts were rarely at peace and stopped playing tricks on the living.

The lights in the classroom were not turned on again until the evening self-study was over.

The eight-tailed cat and the puppet hid in the backpack again.

Glancing at the classroom, Ji Siwei found that Zhang Xiaoxiao was sitting on the seat, looking at him motionless, but did not approach him.

No one in the class was hurt, but most were pale from the long hours of darkness.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, I fled and left the classroom.

"Huya, let's go to have supper." Ye Feng covered his stomach: "I've been frightened all day, I'm so hungry."

Ji Siwei smiled: "I think even if you are not frightened, you will still be hungry."

"Hey... You're right, hurry up, otherwise the chicken legs and teppanyaki in the cafeteria will be sold out." Ye Feng pushed Ji Siwei's wheelchair: "If I'm unlucky and die tomorrow, Tonight is the last meal I will eat, and I must eat until I am full."

As a qualified foodie, even if you are threatened with death, you must not treat yourself badly for four meals a day.

Hearing the chicken legs and teppanyaki, the eight-tailed cat and the puppet hiding in the backpack looked at each other and silently swallowed.

Ji Siwei saw Wang Hao and Zhao Yu walking together with their shoulders hooked, following behind the boy with glasses.

The Bubblegum ghost held the hand of a girl with a high ponytail and walked beside Kuang Muzi.

Kuang Muzi straightened her back, talking to a short girl walking beside her without saying a word.

After class, the ghosts will also return to their original dormitories.

It seems that I won't be able to sleep soundly tonight, so I still have to be careful.

Everyone else had no appetite for supper, only Ji Siwei accompanied Ye Feng to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was very lively, Ye Feng ran around, took a bunch of food and put it on the table, and handed Ji Siwei a bottle of Coke: "Eat quickly, it won't taste good after the barbecue gets cold for a while."

Seeing Ye Feng feasting, Ji Siwei relaxed a little.

The eight-tailed cat and the puppet quietly got out of the backpack, and squatted obediently on the chair beside them, their eyes kept shooting dynamic and super cute light waves at Ji Siwei, hinting crazily.

Ji Siwei laughed, and while Ye Feng was buried in the meat and didn't notice, he put a plate of grilled fish in front of the eight-tailed cat.

It is best for cats not to eat human food, as it is not good for their health, but eight-tailed cats are monsters, so eating them has no effect at all.

Soon, with the efforts of the eight-tailed cat and the puppet, only a clean skeleton remained of a grilled fish.

Ji Siwei added another chicken leg to them.

After supper, the eight-tailed cat and the puppet went back to their backpacks contentedly.

Ye Feng glanced at his watch, and pushed Ji Siwei's wheelchair to run: "No, it's almost time for access control, we have to hurry up."

The lights in the teaching building have been extinguished, and the street lamps are hidden in the canopy of trees, emitting a dim light.

There was no one on the road, and the wheelchair rolled over the road, making a harsh rolling sound.

A figure appeared out of thin air at a distance of less than five meters.

It was a girl in a student uniform. She was floating in the air, with her head bowed, her long hair shaking in the wind, and she couldn't see her face clearly.

Ji Siwei sensed a killing intent.

The girl in mid-air slowly raised her head and looked at Ji Siwei affectionately, her face was covered with burn scars, and the nails on her fingertips were getting longer and longer.

It's Zhang Xiaoxiao.

"Huya, come to me and be with me forever." Zhang Xiaoxiao raised the corners of her mouth, showing a weird smile, and raised her hands, ready to grab Ji Siwei's neck when he came over.

Ji Siwei guessed right, Zhang Xiaoxiao really wanted to kill him.

Maybe she was still hesitating before, but now she clearly made up her mind.

If Zhang Xiaoxiao killed Ji Siwei now, he would become Lin Ya's scapegoat.

There was no way to avoid it this time, so Ji Siwei had no choice but to deal with it head-on.

"Ye Feng, slow down." Ji Siwei whispered to Ye Feng as if he didn't see Zhang Xiaoxiao.

Ye Feng couldn't see Zhang Xiaoxiao, and said out of breath, "But the shutter is forbidden."

"Just beg for mercy with the supervisor later, take it easy." Ji Siwei said unhurriedly, a cloud of red blood mist appeared in his palm silently.

He looked defenseless.

"Well, the auntie in charge likes you so much, if you intercede with her, we won't have to be scolded." Ye Feng slowed down as he spoke.

Seeing that their speed had slowed down, Zhang Xiaoxiao directly opened her hands and threw herself at Ji Siwei, the smile on her lips became more terrifying.

Ye Feng shuddered as the wind hit his face, and muttered, "Why is it suddenly windy, it's so cold..."

"The temperature difference between day and night is big, wear more clothes." Ji Siwei diverted Ye Feng's attention without changing his face: "Can you help me see what is written on the yellow sign on the right?"

Just when Ye Feng turned his head to look to the right, Ji Siwei shot quickly, and the red blood mist rolled out from his fingertips and embedded in Zhang Xiaoxiao's heart.

"Ah!" Zhang Xiaoxiao screamed, looking at Ji Siwei in disbelief, her body was engulfed in red blood mist, became more and more transparent, and soon disappeared without a trace.

This ghost was crispier than imagined, everything went on silently, and Ye Feng didn't notice any abnormality.

"That brand is an advertisement for phone charges. If you charge two hundred, you will get fifty, and if you charge one hundred, you will get ten packs of spicy sticks. Do you want to charge it?" Ye Feng rubbed his nose and sneezed: "Do you smell a burnt smell?" taste?"

"I smell the barbecue smell on your body." Ji Siwei fooled Ye Feng seriously: "I don't charge the phone bill."

Ye Feng: "I don't charge either, I don't like spicy strips."

The two were talking, and rushed back to the boys' dormitory area before the door was closed.

As soon as he stepped into the dormitory area, Ji Siwei felt a strong yin energy covering the whole building.

At this time, there was still an hour before midnight.