ID number 019

Chen Yang sat on the chair, and as far as he could see was a single dormitory, the conditions were very average, the daily necessities were messy, but the teaching materials were very neat.

The head teacher put the water bottle under the desk, rolled up the sleeves of his jacket: "Have you had lunch yet?"

"I've eaten it." Chen Yang still had vegetable oil on his mouth.

The head teacher rummaged in the corner and brought him a box of plain yogurt.

Chen Yang took the yogurt with a subtle and dreamy expression.

The head teacher's beer belly was leaning against the edge of the desk, and he picked up a stack of papers with both hands: "I got your paper approved yesterday, and I just want to chat with you."

Chen Yang looked confused, what paper?A thunder flashed in his mind, today is the beginning of November... this time period seems to be a midterm exam?

"Here." The class teacher took out a paper, pulled out a chair and sat next to the students, "You lost the most points this time in the reading part."

Chen Yang sighed that Wen Qing, who has good acting skills, is the most suitable for this task, while trying to get himself into the state.When he was in school, his grades were always in the middle and upper reaches of the class, and he was very stable, so he was never the target of one-on-one private chats with the teacher. In my impression, he was only approached two or three times, because he skipped class and jumped over the wall to play basketball.

The situation at that time was different from what it is now. Now he took the initiative to find him, and he was still standing in the position of a top student with serious partial subjects and difficulties in learning.

Chen Yang thought to himself, at his age, no matter how flamboyant or arrogant he is, he is still a minor, and when facing his teacher, he will always have some fear and awe.

So he put on a trace of embarrassment and loss that fit a young man.

"Reading comprehension cannot be improved in a short period of time." The head teacher comforted softly, "Write more and read more, develop the habit of keeping a diary, and record some poems and famous quotes."

The head teacher turned the paper to the end: "Your composition is very vernacular."

Chen Yang: "..."

"The basics are good." The head teacher gave him the paper, "You should pay attention to reading and composition."

Chen Yang took the test paper and looked at it. It was his own handwriting, and the composition was also his style. He was indeed in plain water mode, narrating in a straightforward manner, without gorgeous rhetoric or dazzling sentence patterns.

79 points, this is his Chinese mid-term exam score, full score... Chen Yang calculated, 150, he chose not to speak.

The homeroom teacher took off his thin-legged glasses and found a cloth to wipe the dust on them: "I don't have much time in the last semester, have you thought about studying literature and science in the second year of high school?"

Chen Yang frowned. The head teacher of Class 1 is teaching Chinese. This class should be a liberal arts class. He deliberately said: "Study theory."

During the conversation, Chen Yang noticed that the head teacher paused when he wiped his glasses.

The bridge of the head teacher's nose had traces of being pressed by the glasses frame for a long time. He lowered his eyes to check the glasses, and said gently, "Have you discussed it with your family?"

"No." Chen Yang caught a glimpse of two beers in the pile of rubbish, the head teacher's belly was round like that.

"It still needs to be discussed. The most important thing in the three years of high school is the college entrance examination, followed by the sophomore class. The relationship between the two is very important." The head teacher put on his glasses, "You can't be careless, you must pay attention to it, and think twice before acting."

Chen Yang showed a confused expression.

"There is still more than half a year before class placement." The head teacher said, "Your liberal arts is only weak in Chinese, but the comprehensive literature is quite good. If the Chinese is brought up, there is no problem in learning Chinese."

Chen Yang rubbed the curly corners and thought, just worse?Chinese is not as perverted as other subjects. It is not easy to fail the exam. He took advantage of the time when the head teacher was pouring water to drink. It seems that he has no family. He is less than 40 years old, which is the most exciting time of his teaching career.

The reminder of "Don't delay others if you don't study" will make people think of the teacher immediately. In addition, the head teacher hopes that the students with good grades will stay in the sophomore class. It seems that the combination of the two points reveals his teaching attitude , the mission target is him.

But when Xiao Zhang died, the head teacher was in front of Chen Yang.

Chen Yang guessed that the hint was what the head teacher said, with a probability of more than 70.00%. He has a special or key role in this task, but he is not a murderous ghost.

The background of the story needs to be checked again.

"Then I'll think about it next year." Chen Yang scratched his head, "Old Ban, I want to change seats."

"Change seats? Isn't your current position very good?" The homeroom teacher was taken aback, "Jiang Wei and Jin Xiaochang are both excellent students in Keke, it's best for you to sit with them."

Chen Yang's mouth twitched, Jin Xiaochang turned out to be a schoolboy plus a schoolmaster, he coughed: "Well, I want to sit in the back."

"What?" The class teacher's reaction became louder, and he slammed his hand on the table, "One or two rushed to the back, what are you doing? Are you going to dominate?"

Chen Yang: "..."

"Wenqing's subjects are heavier than yours, and his Chinese scores are perfect. Other subjects are single digits and double digits. He still insists on sitting in the back and refuses to come to the front. Now you have to do the same, you guys." The class teacher shouted. The cold strong tea said earnestly, "The learning atmosphere is very important. The teacher is someone who has experienced it and understands it better than you."

Chen Yang struggled: "Then I..."

"When you pass 120 in Chinese, and you can't pass other subjects, I will let you go." The head teacher said.

Chen Yang laughed: "Okay!"

For students' requirements that may affect their studies, the head teacher still gives room for discussion, and there is no mandatory "can't" or "no".

When Chen Yang came out of the dormitory, he saw Wen Qing and Jin Xiaochang under the camphor tree. As he walked towards them, the bright sky began to change.

It was as if there was a post-production team working on it. It was both shocking and weird. It was dark before Chen Yang reached Wen Qing and Jin Xiao.

He looked at the date on his phone, half a month had passed.

A gust of cold wind hit, Chen Yang sneezed, he pulled up his school uniform jacket, put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly to the tree.

"It's almost evening self-study."

"Hmm, jumping so fast is so exciting, I don't even want to go out." Wen Qing stretched.

"You can stay forever if you fail the mission." Chen Yang glanced at the brightly lit cafeteria, lunch and dinner were too quickly connected.

Terrible thing, he was hungry? !

"That's right." Wen Qing thought seriously, "But I thought about it again. Except for the interesting timeline, everything else here is average. I still don't want to stay. I want to choose a place with the most fun and interesting missions to settle in. .”

Chen Yang frowned and looked at him: "Is what you said true or false?"

The wind swept over Wen Qing's fine bangs and the birthmark, leaving a icy cold, he squinted his not-so-big eyes and smiled evilly, and flicked the coin into the air with his fingers: "Look at fate, when fate comes, you can't stop it. "

Jin Xiao looked at Chen Yang from the side: "What did you find? Sort it out and tell me."

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, this was the first time President Jin took the initiative to talk to him, he pursed his lips and said, "Skipped the mid-term." Then he talked about the relationship between Chief Jin and Wen Qing, and his own analysis of the head teacher.

Neither of the two audience members present responded.

Chen Yang rubbed his face, the sunrise and sunset of the mission at the beach were abnormal, the day was shortened very short, this mission was even more exaggerated, he didn't know how long he had been in, and he always fell into a dull state from time to time.

"Ah Yang, if you hadn't insisted on Chaojian, I would have wanted to win the status of a partner." Wen Qing regretted, "I think we will be very compatible."

Chen Yang suspected that he heard it wrong: "Don't, without Chao Jian, we can't be partners."

"I don't like to hear that." Wen Qing adjusted Chen Yang's school uniform collar with a smile, "You have to tell me one, two, three, or this matter will never end."

Jin Xiaochang, who was standing next to him, smiled lazily: "Qingqing, you are stupid again, he is doing tasks, you are playing games, he wants to reach the end, and you want to be on the road all the time, how do you form a team?"

Wen Qing said to Chen Yang: "We ignore him, I will listen to you."

Chen Yang said "ah" and nodded: "So you also think that the task reminder was given by the head teacher, but he is not a ghost."

Wen Qing, who thought he had already taken Chen Yang away: "..."

Wen Qing has done countless missions and met many people who want to live. Chen Yang is not the strongest, but he is the one who walks the straightest.He seemed to have been on the way home for too long, and the family members had waited too long. Missing and hope became an invisible rope connecting them, pulling each other.

Meeting Chen Yang's trusting eyes, Wen Qing stopped chewing gum for a second or two before continuing: "Yes."

Chen Yang held the white card with his hand in his pocket: "Then we will go down this line, the ghost is the 'you' in 'You don't want to delay others if you don't learn'." He felt that something violated, and said cautiously , "Regardless of whether it is true or not, we must continue to investigate in this direction, and then verify it after finding out the clues."

Seeing Chen Yang looking over with trusting eyes again, Wen Qing said "Hey" and said, "You want to discuss clues with me in such a regular way? I don't have this experience and I'm not used to it."

"Well, if you want it very much, I'll brew it, it may take a long time." Wen Qing blew a bubble, sucked it into his mouth, chewed and blew a bigger one, this is his brewing time, After brewing, he discussed with Chen Yang.

"Let's go slowly. First of all, Li Gui is not omnipotent and does not have avatar skills. Xiao Zhang's death can clear the suspicion of the head teacher and the sixteen students. Li Gui is not among them. Secondly..."

Withered yellow leaves swirl and fall.Jin Xiaochang looked at the two heads that were brought together, and his eyes stopped on the shorter one: "Qingqing."

"Grass by the river." Wen Qing continued with a smile.

"..." Chen Yang suddenly looked in the direction of the teaching building. Not long after, he saw two figures, Qian Qin and Qian Han. One was cold and the other was anxious.

Chen Yang inhaled, it seemed that something happened in the classroom.

After a while, Qian Qin stated what happened, so concise that Qian Han couldn't bear to listen, and couldn't help adding several times.

The thing is that Qian Han asked Wang Juan to chat and set up information. She was drinking water, but she started to cramp for some reason, and she looked very painful. , but she immediately vomited.

Qian Han took his brother out to find the old class, but before they reached the stairs, they heard noises from the classroom, and when they got back, they found Wang Juan was joking with her deskmate.

Everyone in the class was there, and it was getting dark.

They went back to the classroom and found out that Wang Juan was hospitalized for indigestion for a period of time half a month ago, and then she was fine.

"Indigestion will cause vomiting, but it will not convulse violently, and the pupils will become smaller and loose." Qian Qin said.

Qian Han pulled his brother's hand, what else?Qian Qin looked at Chen Yang, squeezed out a sentence like squeezing toothpaste: "The little man wants me to take him downstairs to find you."

"Not this!" Qian Han threw away his brother's hand in embarrassment, "Mr. Chen, I am... I think..."

Chen Yang said: "You think Wang Juan is dead."

What Qian Han didn't say was said by Chen Yang, verbatim. He stayed for a while before muttering: "Her breathing is already very weak, and it is impossible for the school's medical facilities to rescue her. How could she be?" Just indigestion, impossible."

Wen Qing sighed: "Student Qian, so what if Wang Juan is a ghost, is she the life harvester in this mission?"

Qian Han hesitated: "No, she was in class when Xiao Zhang died."

"Since she's not a ghost, why are you panicking? Even if she is really dead, you can still treat her as an ordinary high school student, just an NPC." Wen Qing said, "People's energy is limited, so there is no need to worry, you should worry It will be ignored, which is very dangerous.”

Qian Han was shocked: "Mr. Wen is right, thank you for your reminder and warning!"

Wen Qing made a bow: "To encourage each other."

Qian Han politely returned the same gesture.

Chen Yang: "..."

Jin Xiao didn't change his face, he was used to it.

Qian Qin took Qian Han away.

Qian Han struggled to turn around and shouted: "Mr. Chen, what have you learned from the head teacher?"

Chen Yang briefly told them.

"Vomit is a reminder." Qian Qin spoke after Chen Yang finished speaking. Chen Yang looked at him and nodded. As for what information the reminder was for, he still needs to check.

"Where are the others?" Chen Yang asked.

"It's all in the classroom."

In Chen Yang's eyes, only one classroom was lit in the teaching building, and the others were pitch-black. He and Jin Xiaochang Wenqing returned to the classroom, only cold and dark on the way.

Before it was time for evening self-study, someone was singing in the classroom, someone was singing, Chen Yang walked from front to back, and then from back to front, he walked back and forth several times, and found a clue.

There is a number under the right leg of each table. There are 18 tables in the class, but they are not 1 to 18, but 1 to 19, and there is a number 06 missing in the middle.

Chen Yang called his teammates to gather in the corridor, and he shared his new discoveries.

"It's normal to lose one number." Lin Chengye didn't take it seriously, thinking it was nothing.

"The real world is normal, but the mission world is not." Qian Han said firmly, "This is a clue." At the end, he said relyingly, "Isn't it bro?"

Qian Qin: "Yes."

"The owner of the table with that number is the 'you' in the task prompt." Baitang was dizzy, as he would when the cold wind blows, "he is not in class."

"No way, isn't the table for two seated by two people?" Someone questioned tremblingly.

"There are also single-person tables." Chen Yang reminded, "Xiao Zhang is dead, isn't he sitting at the same table by himself?"

The man fell silent for a moment.

Yang Xue by the wall was very silent, she still had the taste of kelp soup in her mouth, which reminded her of her analysis at the entrance of the cafeteria, and she swore that Li Gui was another teacher.

Being slapped in the face so quickly, she dared not speak up easily. The overthrow of her ideas would have too much impact, which is very detrimental to her mental state.

"Sister, failure is the mother of success, and experience is accumulated. Come on." A considerate and friendly voice sounded from the left.

Yang Xue heard the sound and looked over, then looked away again.

The shock of the morning exercise session is vivid, this person's state reveals a sense of madness, clearly and rationally crazy, but he has a way out.

His retreat was the half-breed doll next to him.

Wen Qing pulled Jin Xiao's long school uniform, pulled him down a little, and said closer, "Old Jin, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to take action on this task. My family, Ah Yang, has made great progress and is doing very well so far."

Jin Xiao was about to straighten up, but Wen Qing dragged him down again: "Go back and tell your patient that his boyfriend is performing exceptionally well without him."

"Then my patient will laugh, that's great, and cry at the same time, he doesn't need me anymore." Jin Xiaochang said.

Wen Qing smiled in the dim light: "I feel life, and I also feel death. It's really painful."

"That's why he needs treatment." Jin Xiao cast a meaningful glance at him.

The smile on Wen Qing's mouth froze instantly: "Why did you look at me when you said you needed treatment?"

Jin Xiaochang looked at the hedgehog with no good skin in front of him: "Your desire to perform is too much."

"It's none of your business." Wen Qing rolled his eyes sullenly.

"Foul words are ugly." Jin Xiao pinched his mouth.

From the corner of Chen Yang's eyes, he glanced at the two of them: "The bell hasn't rang yet, everyone should hurry up and find a way to find out who the npcs are missing in the class. It's also a harvest." Chen Yang looked into the classroom, and his deskmate Jiang Wei was smart and thoughtful and difficult to deal with, so he locked his target on Zhong Qi who was on the other side of the aisle.

That boy is much simpler.

When Chen Yang acted, he found that the simple boy seemed to be a different person in this matter, his thinking was fixed and single like a program, without any flaws.

No matter how Chen Yang tried, Zhong Qi always answered.

——There were 36 people in our class at the beginning, and no one didn't come.

"How do I remember that there were 37 students at the beginning of school?" Chen Yang muttered in confusion, "The tables in the class don't seem to be arranged like this, there should be a place for them."

"What!" Zhong Qi laughed loudly, bumping his arm against the tablemate, "Xia Le, did you hear what our math class representative said? I'm dying of laughter!"

Xia Le's body trembled when she was touched, she shrank her arms inward, with her head hanging down, she wrote and calculated on the paper with a pen.

Chen Yang observed their micro-expressions and small details.

Zhong Qi choked with laughter, he coughed a few times: "Chen Yang, do you have a lot of stress in the final exam and something is wrong with your brain?"

"Maybe, the pressure is quite high." Chen Yang stared at him for a moment, then smiled.

"Look carefully, you have to eat one bite at a time, and your Chinese didn't develop in a day or two." Zhong Qi took out the English text from his desk pocket, "Okay, okay, you can't talk shit, you will learn it soon." It's time for evening self-study, and I haven't done my homework yet."

Chen Yang sat back immediately.

The homeroom teacher was not there during the evening self-study time, and the atmosphere in the class was relatively relaxed, but no one spoke.

Chen Yang was copying the words on the manuscript paper, and Chao Jian told him that concentrating on one thing helps to manage emotions.

The tip of the pen pierced the paper a bit, Chen Yang was stunned for a while and then continued, Jiang Wei's domineering aura enveloped him in it.

Chen Yang was very curious about the grades of the class, who was the first and who was the last, so he wanted to ask someone after the evening self-study.

Maybe there will be a discovery.

Chen Yang is memorizing words, and most of the other taskers are suffering. Their minds are full of clues, who is the ghost, how long will it take to complete the task, how can they read the words? .

The girl with the big ring on her ear looked around boredly, only to find that her best friend was the same as her. They made eye contact and smiled wryly in silence.

This kind of feeling of going through a ghost story book to promote the plot is too scary. Fortunately, the professor is here, and they have someone they know. I hope everyone can leave safely.

Baitang rested his chin on his left hand, rested his right hand on the book, his eyes drifted away, looking absent-minded, he inadvertently glanced at his deskmate Lin Chengye, who was writing something in an English book.

Baitang looked around and found that he was drawing the upper and lower bunks with a blue ballpoint pen.

Lin Chengye squinted at Baitang, and put a question mark on the book:?

Baitang shook her head.

Lin Chengye's left leg rubbed against his right leg, pressing his trousers down.

The classroom is very quiet. Everyone is doing their own things. They feel that as long as they don't disturb others, they are safe.

Qian Han lay on the table with his head tilted. He felt dizzy when he saw the textbook, and his eyelids had already started to twitch.

"Snapped!"

Qian Han suddenly heard a thumping sound, and his eyelids, which had been battered so hard to part with each other, instantly parted, almost jumping up in shock.

Who?Qian Han picked up his textbooks and didn't dare to turn his head. He kept praying in his heart, "It's not my brother, it's not my brother, don't be my brother."

Chen Yang in the front row stopped reciting words, his forehead was throbbing, seeing Jiang Wei who was only thinking about studying put down his pen, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

The sound just now was abrupt and harsh, and everyone looked sideways to find the source of the sound, even the top students who were doing their homework raised their heads.

A strange and terrifying atmosphere filled the air.

All eyes in the classroom were on one person.

Chen Yang flipped through his memory, and the panic-stricken tasker was called Wang Yang, and it was over.

Wang Yang frightened and quickly waved his hands to everyone to explain: "Hold... sorry, I didn't mean it."

He has always had a small habit, that is, he likes to turn the pen by hand. When he was in a daze just now, he unconsciously turned the pen on the table. He was very skilled at turning the pen, and he made a mistake. The pen in his hand flew out and fell to the ground. .

The sound was amplified several times by the silent background, making it harsh.

Wang Yang left his seat in a panic, and quickly picked up the pen on the ground. He forced himself to sit back on the seat calmly, opened the book on the table with shaking hands, and pretended nothing happened.

But before he flipped through a few pages of the book in his hand, he had a look of fear on his face: "What's going on? It's impossible..."

The book in his hand turned faster and faster, and he muttered nervously. Yang Xue, who was on the other side of the aisle, hesitated for a while before stretching her head slightly. She saw something clearly and her face was pale.

I saw that Wang Yang's English book had nothing on it, only a few eye-catching red characters.

- You don't learn!Don't delay others!

No matter which page Wang Yang turned to, it was always the same sentence.

"Ah!" Wang Yang threw the book out, feeling like he was about to die.

The strong desire to survive made him stand up suddenly, and bowed to apologize to the surroundings with tears in his eyes: "I'm sorry! I didn't want to delay you! I'm sorry! I didn't want to delay you!..."

He kept repeating it, as if atoning for a sin.

After a long time, Wang Yang sat down slowly. He didn't dare to read any more, just took deep breaths over and over again, and said to himself: "It's okay, it's okay... I don't touch the desk pocket, I don't touch anything, it's okay, Everything will pass..."

His deskmate was not a tasker, but a male student in the class. The other party didn't ask him what was wrong or if he was okay, but just stared at the textbook without blinking.

The mission workers around knew that something was about to happen, they all lowered their heads to read the book, and did not look at Wang Yang again.

Chen Yang paid attention to the reactions of the students, they were also doing their own thing.Jin Xiao raised his eyes, and Chen Yang met his eyes for a second before turning his head back.

There was the rustling sound of pens rubbing against paper in the classroom, Wang Yang sat stiffly, it's all right, I'm all right.

The next moment he turned around in vain, staring at the two teammates in the back row with red eyes, and his bloodless pale face made them feel chills down their backs.

One of them was Xiaohui, a female mission worker. She was helpless and panicked, pinching her palms desperately to keep herself from screaming.

Wang Yang opened his mouth, stammered and asked in a low voice, "Are you... are you grabbing my hair?"

"what?"

They were so frightened by his words that their hairs stood on end, and they were speechless for a long time. The two of them stared blankly at the top of Wang Yang's head. Then, they saw that the hair on the top of his head seemed to be grabbed by something, and it was lifted out of thin air. stand up.

The hair was raised higher and higher, and even Wang Yang's neck was stretched straight, the corners of his eyes were raised continuously, and his face was tense.

"Run! Run!" Someone suddenly reminded me in a low voice, Wang Yang reacted immediately, he swung his body violently, a bunch of hair almost fell off his scalp, he didn't care about the severe pain , frantically fled out of the classroom.

Chen Yang paused when he heard his teammates running out of the classroom.

"Tap...tap...tap..." A series of messy footsteps sounded in the corridor.

Wang Yang stumbled and rushed downstairs, only thinking about staying away from the classroom, just leaving.

While running, he stopped slowly, his facial muscles trembling in horror, because he found another voice faintly accompanied by his footsteps!

"Clang...clang..."

Wang Yang heard it clearly, he was very familiar with this sound, it was the sound of porcelain objects being knocked.

Someone is knocking on the lunch box!

Wang Yang's mind was blank, this is not a cafeteria, who would go downstairs with the guy for dinner during the evening self-study time?

And there is only one class in the school, so is anyone else coming out besides him?No, it's impossible, it's a ghost, the ghost has come to him!

Wang Yang wanted to run but couldn't, his legs didn't work, and a desperate whimper came from his throat. Is it useless to run out of the classroom?

"Dangdang..." The knocking sound was getting closer, and a black figure appeared on the stairs.

Heiying didn't speak, but kept shaking his body, and the porcelain jar in his hand was rattling.

Wang Yang tightly closed his eyes, his hands were clenched into fists, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

One second...two seconds...

There was no sound at all in the corridor.

gone?

didn't kill me...it didn't kill me...

Are you leaving?

Why don't you open your eyes and see, open your eyes and see...

Wang Yang's closed eyes opened a little bit, and he saw a face pressed against him.

"what!!!"

Wang Yang screamed reflexively, his face pressed closer, his eyes full of fear and collapse suddenly widened: "You...you are not..."