infinite danger

"what!!"

There was a series of high-pitched screams outside.

The sound was so penetrating that even through a wall, Ji Siwei and Ye Feng were shocked and woke up from their dreams.

"What do you call it early in the morning..."

Ye Feng rubbed the chicken nest head, sat up wrapped in the quilt, and buried his head in the pillow after less than half a minute.

Ji Siwei turned sideways, his cheeks rubbed against a mass of warm fluff.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw two pairs of round eyes, one big and one small.

With slightly curved eyes, Ji Siwei rubbed the head of the eight-tailed cat with his nose.

He poked the puppet's face again.

The happiness of straight men is so simple.

"Don't treat me like an ordinary cat, you bastard!"

Shaking its ears, the eight-tailed cat protested, and got under the quilt with the puppet, escaping from Ji Siwei's clutches.

The little puppet was held in the mouth of the eight-tailed cat, and blinked: "Eight-tailed, but I want to..."

The eight-tailed cat said inarticulately, "No, you don't want to."

Ye Feng scratched his back, buried his face in the pillow and muttered: "Huya, did you hear someone talking? It seems to be saying something... a skewer?"

Ji Siwei got up, and his tone was very honest: "You heard it wrong, it's the voice from outside."

"It's fatal!!"

There was another loud scream outside the door, the voice was frightening and crying.

Ji Siwei rubbed his face, his expression became serious, and he sat on the wheelchair while leaning on the railing.

In the copy, Ji Siwei usually doesn't go to bed, but last night was a rare Christmas Eve.

"Has someone died?" Ye Feng sat up abruptly with a dull expression on his face.

There was more and more noise outside the door, and there seemed to be more and more people gathered.

Opening the door, Ji Siwei saw a lot of people gathered in the courtyard of the dormitory.

More and more people rushed over.

There were also people in the crowd who fled away with pale faces.

"Don't look, don't look!"

"Go away!"

"Auntie has already called the police, get out of the way, we have to protect the scene!"

Several student cadres were evacuating the crowd.

The smell of blood in the air was strong, and Ji Siwei already guessed what happened.

The crowd dispersed, and Ji Siwei saw a bloody corpse lying on the floor.

A puddle of dazzling blood condensed under the corpse.

"Go and see?" Ye Feng walked behind Ji Siwei, ready to go out to see what happened.

"Don't go out." Ji Siwei stopped Ye Feng with a calm face: "There is blood."

Ye Feng's footsteps stopped, he also smelled the smell of blood, and his face turned pale.

"Is it Lin Ya?"

Ye Feng covered his nose and hid behind the door, asking in a low voice.

"I'm afraid so." Ji Siwei said, closing the door.

From the time Lin Ya received the cursed note, the gears of fate began to turn. This tragedy was almost caused by him alone.

Ji Siwei was able to save him once, but he couldn't save him all the time.

The school issued an emergency suspension notice.

Police soon arrived at the school and cordoned off the scene.

……

School security room.

Surveillance videos from different angles and at the same location are played simultaneously on the three monitors.

In the quiet corridor, a few faint lights were on, and a dormitory door suddenly opened.

A tall boy walked out of the corridor. Like a manipulated puppet, he walked slowly towards the railing.

At this moment, his body seemed to be picked up by an invisible big hand, he flew over the railing lightly, and fell straight down.

"Hiss... Boss, this video is too weird." The young police officer sitting in front of the computer rubbed his goosebump-covered arms, turned his head and said to the man standing behind him, "Did he commit suicide by sleepwalking?"

"Boss, we summoned the people in Lin Ya's dormitory, and all of them said that they slept soundly at night and did not hear Lin Ya's door opening." A policewoman walked into the security room: "They are in a very bad condition. I kept saying that the students who died in the fire turned into ghosts and came back to kill Lin Ya. Other students in their class also kept saying that there were ghosts in the dormitory and let us save them, are you crazy?"

The young policeman pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I think it's possible."

"As a materialist, can you stand your ground?"

The policewoman patted the young policeman on the head lightly, hating that iron cannot be made into steel.

The policeman they called "Boss" was a middle-aged man with good features. He frowned and said, "Not everything can be explained clearly with materialism."

The policewoman was puzzled: "Boss, what do you mean?"

"You will understand what I mean when you deal with the case for another ten years." The middle-aged policeman pondered for a moment: "The fire accident caused too much trauma to these students, let the school communicate with the parents and suggest that they suspend classes first. Get psychotherapy."

……

In the afternoon, all the students in Class 22 of High School were notified and all arrived in the classroom.

"I know that you have been under a lot of psychological pressure recently, and the school is also very saddened by Lin Ya's death." The principal personally did ideological work for them: "The police have found out that Lin Ya died of suicide. Don't think too much, clean up first. Dong Dong went home to rest for a period of time, and at the same time received a week-long psychological treatment arranged by the police."

"The school is your second home. Come back when you feel better. The teachers are waiting for you here."

After so many accidents happened in a row, the headmaster's hair turned gray with worry, and when he said these words, his eyes were slightly red.

The students in Class 22 of Senior High lowered their heads and remained silent.

It was as if something was weighing them down.

"Principal!" The boy with glasses stood up suddenly, clasped his hands and said, "Can I not go home?"

The principal frowned and said slowly, "Son, it's for your sake that the school wants you to go home."

"I can't go home..." The eye sockets of the boy with glasses turned red, and he opened his right hand, revealing a small note inside: "They wrote me a small note again, I can't take them home, it doesn't matter if I have an accident , I can't harm my family..."

Hearing this nonsense, the principal's scalp felt a little numb: "Son, what nonsense are you talking about, what little note?"

"The dead students in our class have become ghosts and have been by our side all the time." The boy with glasses spread out the small note, and tears rolled down his cheeks in horror: "This note was written to me by them."

The principal's face turned pale, and his tone became serious: "Nonsense!"

"Principal, he's not talking nonsense." Jiang Ling also stood up, spread out his right hand, and said in a trembling voice, "I also received the note."

After Jiang Ling stood up, the other students stood up one by one.

"Principal, I also received... woo..."

"Principal, I also received..."

Looking at the small note in everyone's palm and the deep fear in their eyes, the headmaster broke out in a cold sweat.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to be afraid or angry.

The headmaster rubbed his face and slammed the thermos cup on the table: "This is what the police mean, you must go home!"

After all, he turned and left Class 22 of Senior High School.

As soon as he turned around, the students realized that the headmaster's back was soaked in sweat.

No one left their seats, and the students were like abandoned puppies, not knowing where to go.

"Huya, did you also receive the note?" Ye Feng looked at the small note he had placed on the table, his brows and eyes were full of worry.

"Received." Ji Siwei put the note on the table casually, and it was blown away by the wind after a while.

There was a line of crooked red letters on the note: "Are you going to take us home?"

Today's classroom was not full, and four seats were vacated immediately.

If others looked back, they would definitely find that Ji Siwei was the only one in the class with a relaxed expression.

"Huya, what should we do now?"

Ye Feng tugged on Ji Siwei's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

Ji Siwei raised the corners of his lips, and the canine teeth pressed against his lips were like sharp knives: "Find the murderer."

"Ah? How do we check?"

Ye Feng was so shocked that his jaw almost fell to the ground.

There was a hint of cunning in his dark eyes, and Ji Siwei's voice was cold: "Use the method of elimination to check, and you will listen to my instructions later."

"Okay, okay...it sounds a little exciting." Ye Feng rubbed his hands nervously and excitedly: "Rather than sit and wait for death, it's better to take the initiative."

Ji Siwei: "It's quite philosophical."

"Add me."

A soft female voice sounded beside her.

Ji Siwei glanced sideways, and Kuang Muzi happened to be looking at him.

Kuang Muzi looked very cautious, and did not expect to ask for cooperation.

"Yes." Ji Siwei nodded, and took a pen to write a small note to Ye Feng: "Ye Feng, write a seat chart for the class now."

Through these two days of observation, Ji Siwei had roughly guessed which were ghosts and which were people from the performance and expressions of these students.

But more accurate is better.

Seeing the small note, Ye Feng's eyes flustered: "I dare not."

The last time Lin Ya asked a boy with glasses to write a list, the glasses were controlled by a ghost.

Ji Siwei handed over a pen: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, you can write with confidence."

Seeing Ji Siwei's calm and composed eyes, Ye Feng felt full of security, took the pen, and immersed himself in writing.

In fact, Ye Feng worried too much. They were sitting in the last row, writing quietly, and no ghosts would pay attention.

Just as Ye Feng was concentrating on writing his name, there was a commotion in the classroom.

"Huang Jin received the note!" Someone said hoarsely, "This game hasn't stopped yet!"

Huang Jin's back completely collapsed, even if he couldn't see his face, he could still feel his despair.

"It's your turn."

Huang Jin looked at the awkward font on the note and covered his face.

After seeing Lin Ya's bloody corpse, Huang Jin's mentality has collapsed.

"That night, we shouldn't have been playing 'It's your turn'."

I don't know who said such a sentence, the classroom suddenly became dead silent.

Ji Siwei keenly noticed that the mood of the ghosts fluctuated a little bit.

The cloudiness in the classroom suddenly became heavier.

Ye Feng paused at the tip of his pen, turned the seat chart over, and wrote to Ji Siwei: "I think so too. If we hadn't played this game on the night of the party, they wouldn't have drunk so much alcohol. When an accident happens, the chances of escaping It will be bigger."

Ji Siwei thought about it, and wrote below: "Do you remember the rules of the game?"

Ye Feng opened his eyes, and quickly wrote a large string of words: "Of course I remember, there are N pieces of paper in the pen container, and N-1 of them are blank, and only one says 'It's your turn'. The number of notes is equal to the number of players, and those who participate in the game draw a small note that says "it's your turn", and they will be punished by other players."

This was the last game they played that day at the party.

Even after death, he is still playing.

Players who participated in this game paid the price of their lives whether they were alive or after death.