Physical persuasion, scientific transcendence [unlimited]

After replying this sentence to Tool Man No. 4, Cha Cha raised his head and stared at the screen without blinking.

There is no doubt that going up and down the stairs just now is equivalent to walking six floors, although it is not considered tired, but since there is no one he knows here, Wen Youning's expression has obviously begun to become sleepy.

The big brother secretary guessed from the side: "Did Ningning do something before, why did he suddenly encounter a ghost hitting the wall?"

Chacha replied casually: "I just found out that the skinny man and the little boy in the family of three had accidents one after another two or three weeks ago, and then—"

Having said that, Chacha himself came to his senses, and he was a little surprised: "Could it be because Brother Ning just found a clue about the death of these two people, so he encountered a ghost hitting the wall? Wait, that's not right , Brother Ning is going to find the head teacher of the little boy, that is to say, there should be clearer clues from the head teacher, and now the ghost that Brother Ning encountered hit the wall to prevent him from finding the head teacher?"

Director Wang was also staring at the screen, but he said with a straight face: "In reality, the principle of ghosts hitting the wall is actually very simple. When people walk with their eyes closed, they will be affected by the slight difference in length between the two legs and the level of muscular development. Different forces lead to different forces, walk out of a circle with a radius of about 3 kilometers."

Human eyes and brain have the functions of positioning and correction.

Therefore, several prerequisites for ordinary people to encounter the phenomenon of "ghosts hitting the wall" happen to be unfamiliar road sections, dim light affects sight, and there are almost no people around.

If the light is good, the view is good, and the road is still familiar, even if a person has no sense of direction, he will not get lost so easily.

As for not being able to see people around, the reason is even simpler - if you can see people asking for directions casually, it will not be so easy to continue getting lost in place for a few hours.

Cha Cha whispered: "I understand the truth, but what Brother Ning is encountering now is a supernatural version of ghost hitting the wall."

They, the audience, just watched the strange situation that after Wen Youning walked up three floors, the floor number at the stairway was still "1".

Fat Brother: "Besides, the surrounding light is not dark, and there are people around—well, I mean, students and teachers in the classroom."

At the same time, Wen Youning, who stood there for a while, seemed to have thought of something, left the stairs with a somewhat depressed expression, and walked to the class where the little boy was before to take a look again.

Mrs? Li was still lecturing normally, and the student who was sitting at the back door chatting with Wen Youning before was still making small movements, secretly lowered his head to take a bite of bread and chewed it a few times with his mouth closed, looking like he was hungry.

Wen Youning turned and left, went up a floor, the floor was still "1", the classroom was the same as before, even Mrs? Li and the students in the classroom hadn't changed.

Wen Youning also purposely stood outside the classroom and listened for a little longer. Mrs. Li's lectures were coherent from the beginning to the present.

In other words, no matter whether he went upstairs or downstairs, he was actually trapped on the first floor where the little boy's classroom was.

After thinking about it for a while, I know that, except for a very few social players who can play well in the whole school and in many classes, most of the students are most familiar with the students in their own class.

At most, one or two next-door classes, or students in the teaching class led by the same teacher will be a little more familiar with it.

Because he had communicated with Mrs. Li before, Wen Youning went to the next class on purpose, knocked on the door very naturally, and smiled politely with the teacher on the podium of the next class: "Sorry, we happen to have no chalk over there, can you Would you like to borrow some from here first?"

When the teacher saw Wen Youning, who was completely unfamiliar, she was a little taken aback, but she didn't think too much, and directly handed over the box of chalk on the podium.

Wen Youning thanked her with a smile, then grabbed half a box of chalk from it without any politeness and left.

The teacher looked at the almost empty colored chalk box, and looked at Wen Youning in a wrong way for a moment.

How many pieces of chalk can you use even if you keep writing in one class?

Moreover, the white chalk was barely touched, and all that was taken away were colored ones.

The person who borrowed the chalk was a little too rude...

After taking the chalk, Wen Youning turned around and went back to the stairs.

He didn't bother with the problem of going up and down the stairs anymore, he just started along the corner of the wall corresponding to the stairs, starting from the basic content line by line, writing various mathematical definitions, formulas theorems, physical formulas, chemical formulas, etc. Equations, ancient poetry reciting content, singular and plural forms of English words, fixed collocation phrases and other content.

Wen Youning has been out of junior high school for too long, so he can't remember whether the test center of junior high school is beyond the standard. Anyway, he just uses the wall of the stairs as a calculation paper, writes whatever comes to mind, and writes the name of the little boy from time to time , followed by a few words: "Have you memorized this part?"

"Will this question be solved?"

"Will these words and phrases be dictated?"

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Director Wang, Cha Cha, Fat Brother and others in front of the big screen are all watching Wen Youning's movements intently.

After all, Director Wang is a bit older, with rich experience and a stable mind, but there are still not as many novel ideas as these young people present, so he couldn't help asking: "You know, what is Ning Ning doing?"

ADHD let out a soft "hiss": "I found that Ning Ge's blackboard writing is not very good..."

Cha Cha casually said, "He has never been a teacher before, so isn't it normal that he can't write well on the blackboard?"

In fact, Wen Youning's handwriting is pretty good at ordinary times, but writing with a fountain pen and carbon pen, and writing on the blackboard are obviously two different concepts.

To put it bluntly, Wen Youning's blackboard writing skills belong to that kind, each word is actually quite clear, but the size and height are uneven, which can be regarded as a common problem for beginners of blackboard writing, and it is easy to kill the kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder .

Fat Brother hesitated for a while, "What Ning Ning wrote is all basic knowledge. Although it is in school, is this thing useful?"

At this time, Wen Youning had already written on one wall, went up the stairs, and started to write on the second wall.

Judging by his posture, if it wasn't for the lack of a ladder, he might not even plan to let go of the ceiling in the stairwell.

In the end, it was the eldest brother secretary, who had a child in primary school at home, who was the first to recall it.

"What do you think when you see those formulas and theorems?"

Chacha covered his mouth with his hand, yawned slowly, raised his hand directly and poured himself half a cup of impressive black coffee mixed with strong tea, and then replied energetically, "Revisiting the knowledge of junior high school? "

Brother Secretary blinked his eyes, "However, for children who don't like school, they are surrounded by test questions, formulas, and theorems, and they only feel that their heads are going to explode. You know the feeling of being tired of studying? For those who don't like studying For a child, forcing him to study is the greatest torture."

As he was talking, Director Wang suddenly helped his reading glasses, "Oops", "These are all molecular formulas and structural formulas of organic chemistry, are they beyond the outline? Back then, it was all high school chemistry." Said."

Chacha: "It should not be beyond the outline, I remember when I was in junior high school, I seem to have learned this? I can't remember."

Director Wang couldn't help feeling: "Now children are learning more and more things in junior high school."

At this moment, Wen Youning still had a large handful of colored chalks in his hand, and he only used up three or two at the moment.

Of course he knows the "ghost hitting the wall" in the real world. Most of the time, it is actually when people are lost and lose their sense of direction, they instinctively start to go around in big circles.

If it was an alcoholic who had drunk too much, what he lost was not only his sense of direction, but also his consciousness, which would be even more exaggerated.

——He was at the flower bed downstairs in his own community. He met a neighbor who once drank too much and couldn't find the entrance of the corridor, and then started to circle around the flower bed in front of the door non-stop.

Wen Youning happened to answer a phone call at that time, and the drunk buddy quickly circled the small flower bed three times, and saw him three times. His face, which was flushed from drinking too much, even faintly began to turn pale.

After Wen Youning finished making the phone call, he dragged the drunk buddy from the edge of the flower bed and sent him to the entrance of the corridor.

It is estimated that when this buddy turns around and sobers up, the hazy consciousness left behind, he will think that he was a ghost at the time...

But at this moment, Wen Youning's consciousness is clear, his sense of direction is fine, and the surrounding sunlight is bright, which does not constitute the necessary elements of the objective version of "Ghosts Hitting the Wall". Then, the supernatural version he is facing A ghost hits the wall", obviously a ghost is needed to confuse his sight here.

It just so happens that the area that students are most familiar with in the school must be around their own classroom.

Wen Youning has been stuck on the first floor. It is very likely that the ghost who is preventing him from going to the head teacher on the fourth floor is the little boy who seems to be alive in the [cage house].

To deal with this kind of child who has cultivated into a hob meat, it is useless to complain to his parents, his parents can't scare him at all;

The same goes for complaining to the teacher. This kind of child is not afraid of being scolded by the teacher at all.

In comparison, the most intuitive way Wen Youning can think of to teach a child is actually to take a feather duster and beat him up, and if one fails, he will do it again.

If corporal punishment is not possible, give him a high-end computer full of game consoles, and then suddenly cut off his network cable when he is playing the most intense and devoted game ==

But at this moment, there is no computer or game console at hand, and the little boy ghost has no intention of showing up. After deliberation, Wen Youning decided to torture each other with the junior high school boy ghost in this "ghost hitting the wall" area up.

The little boy kept him from getting out.

Then he would give the little boy homework problems.

Wen Youning is not ambiguous at all about hurting each other.

After Wen Youning wrote on several walls without thinking, there seemed to be an extremely slight "pop" sound of something breaking around.

A shrill voice of a little boy yelled angrily, "You're fucking sick of me! Get the hell out of here!"

When Wen Youning looked up again, he saw that the number representing the floor at the top of the stairs had finally changed from "1" to "2".

He looked back subconsciously, and the corridor on the first floor had already been covered layer by layer with words, symbols, and English letters.

Without hesitation, Wen Youning threw the remaining handful of chalk towards the direction of the sound.

His accuracy was no worse than that of his English teacher, Mrs. Li. The little ghost boy who was swearing just now was hit by a handful of chalk one after another, and subconsciously let out a pained "ouch".

Wen Youning glanced over listlessly, with a gloomy expression but said clearly: "You made me climb 10 floors, don't let me catch you, or I will force you to finish writing these ten sets in front of your parents." examination paper."

After saying this, Wen Youning threw the last half of the chalk in his hand directly into the trash can at the top of the stairs, turned around and continued upstairs, and found the head teacher's office on the fourth floor.

The little boy ghost didn't even dare to retort.

From the head teacher, Wen Youning probably learned about the deaths of the little boy and his father.

One day three weeks ago, the little boy suddenly didn't come to school, and the parents didn't ask for a leave of absence.

The head teacher found that there were few people in the class, so he could only call the parents of the children to inquire about the situation.

But no one answered the phone at all.

Fortunately, the little boy's house was close, and the homeroom teacher knew about his house's situation, so he went out and rode an electric scooter to take advantage of the absence of class in the morning.

Then she saw the mother of the child who was on the verge of mental breakdown.

From the intermittent crying of the middle-aged woman, the homeroom teacher learned the bad news of the little boy's accidental death, and before that, the little boy's father died unexpectedly in the typhoon.

The head teacher comforted the middle-aged woman for a while, and then left with a heavy heart.

Now I heard that Wen Youning said they were their relatives, and that Wen Youning's clothing and personal temperament looked much more decent than that couple, so the head teacher wrote him the contact number of the little boy's mother very carefully. , and where they live.

Wen Youning glanced at it, and it was indeed the location of Tongzilou in the village in the city where they were.

The teacher in charge said: "This place is not far away, but the buildings inside don't have any unified building numbers, so it's not easy to find. You can just ask the old men and women who are walking downstairs when the time comes."

When Wen Youning heard this, her heart sank.

He suddenly realized a detail they had overlooked before.

——They subconsciously believe that most of the urban villages are cheap shared houses, and many people leave early and return late to earn some hard money, so it's normal not to see people.

However, in places like urban villages, apart from the low-rent houses rented out, it stands to reason that there should be many old people who have settled down and relocated, have long been accustomed to the living conditions here, and have lived here all their lives.

When Wen Youning and the others went in and out of the village in the city before, they hardly met anyone, let alone those old men and women who were walking and chatting as mentioned by the teacher in charge...

The hustle and bustle inside the group rental house made them subconsciously ignore that the entire urban village outside the group rental house was too dead.