Holding that piece of paper, Ryan sat on the ground and started thinking rapidly.
Judging from the clues he currently had in his hands, a rough logical chain slowly emerged in his mind.
The role he was playing might have been bullied by classmates for a long time, and the scars on his hands and the dead mouse in the stationery bag were evidence.The role he was playing was extremely resentful in his heart and reached an agreement with that "ghost" at the cost of his own life to take revenge on those classmates.The ways those two students died were suspected to be related to the bullying actions that had been done to the role he was playing.
The first victim might be the perpetrator who put the dead mouse in his stationery box. He killed the mouse with the pencil of the role he was playing and framed him, causing the whole class of classmates to look at him abnormally.
Ryan thought of the terrifying gazes that all turned towards him when he opened the stationery bag.
If he wasn't mistaken, that should be the treatment that the role he was playing had once suffered.
The second victim was nailed to death by the "ghost" with a knife, corresponding to the scars on the back of his hand.
In other words.
The second victim had once caused serious physical harm to the role he was playing.
Ryan's eyes flickered, and his mind was spinning rapidly.
What about the teacher?!
What role did the teacher play in all this?
If he substituted himself into the bullied student, had he ever sought help from the teacher before going to extremes?
Ryan looked up at the figure on the dim podium that had been facing away from him from the beginning to the end.
He narrowed his eyes, crawled on the ground, and walked slowly towards the podium.
However, what he didn't notice was that.
While he was walking.
Behind him.
Those students with their heads down raised their heads one by one stiffly, looking at him with empty eyes.
The whole classroom was silent, deadly silent.
Soon.
Ryan came to the front of the podium, looked up, and looked at the teacher.
And at the moment when he saw her face, Ryan's pupils suddenly shrank.
Because that face.
Had no eyes.
Had no ears.
There was only a rotting mouth with a stinking mucus, and one could even see the sharp teeth like knives inside.
Extremely strange and terrifying.
And at this time, he saw that there seemed to be a line of blood-written chalk words on the blackboard in front of the teacher.
[She said, I was wrong.]
Drip—
Drip—
That line of words kept bleeding downward.
It was like a wounded heart.
Ryan narrowed his eyes.
A teacher who couldn't see or hear but had a vicious mouth, was this how she was in the eyes of the role he was playing?
He did seek help, but what he got in return was further slander and ruthless treatment.
Couldn't see the truth, couldn't hear the truth, and turned a blind eye to his plea for help.
Was it like this?
Ryan crouched there, thinking constantly.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness coming from behind him.
Under the dim light, he saw one after another shadow reflected on the podium in front of him.
Right behind him.
He narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists, and didn't turn around.
His gaze slowly turned to the glass beside the podium, and through the reflection of the glass, he saw clearly the strange scene in the reflection.
At this moment.
Right behind him.
Those students were standing there as stiff as corpses, staring fixedly at his back, making his spine tingle.
At that instant, a picture seemed to emerge in Ryan's mind.
Being isolated, bullied, and bullied by classmates.
Seeking help from the teacher.
She couldn't "see" or "hear", but instead severely reprimanded him for being wrong.
And after leaving the teacher, he was immediately surrounded by those classmates who had always bullied him again in the corner.
Fear, endurance, begging for mercy, extremes.
Ryan's pupils reflected the image in the glass, and then the light slowly dimmed again and gradually became pitch black.
[Bang—Bang—]
Sounds of blunt objects hitting came one after another in the darkness.
This time the darkness was especially long.
The heavy pounding sound also gradually changed from being crisp at the beginning to the sound of hitting flesh, as if something was being smashed into mincemeat bit by bit.
Then there was an eerie silence.
The pointer moved again.
After Ryan's vision recovered, he immediately smelled a strong smell of blood coming from behind him.
He turned around.
And he saw blood all over the floor and broken bones.
A student had fallen behind him, with his head smashed to pieces, and the scarlet blood and broken brain tissues were scattered all over the floor.
That "ghost" had struck again.
And Ryan suddenly felt a splitting headache. When he looked at the glass, he immediately noticed some changes in his body.
His head was somehow wrapped with a layer of gauze, and there was blood oozing out faintly on it.
It was as if he had been injured and then someone had bandaged him.
"Scene reproduction?"
Ryan frowned tightly as he looked at his own appearance in the glass.
Because he was sure that this didn't happen when the light went out.
He was playing the role of the bullied person.
Whoever had treated him in a certain way before, the ghost he invited would also punish the bully in the same and even more extreme way.
In fact, that is to say.
Before the execution, those students standing behind him had beaten the bullied person, and the student who died had hurt him the most seriously.
So he was the first to be punished by the "ghost".
He covered his splitting headache.
And if that was the case...
Then who bandaged him?
Was it himself?
Or perhaps...
Ryan frowned, quickly took off the blood-stained gauze on his head, and carefully examined it.
He found a line of blood-written words on it.
[I hesitated.]
Buzz—
But almost at the moment when he saw those four words, the dim light above his head suddenly flickered.
Ryan immediately looked up.
And this time.
The second hand had just walked for less than ten seconds.
But the light suddenly went dark again, and the whole classroom plunged into darkness all at once.
"Ah—"
Two screams suddenly rang out in the darkness.
That "ghost" didn't act again after an interval of ten seconds as stated on the blood-written words.
Next moment.
The vision recovered again.
Ryan suddenly turned his head, and even he couldn't help but have his pupils shrink when he saw that scene.
On the blackboard at the back of the classroom, the faces of two students were pierced by their own hand bones and were nailed and killed in mid-air on the blackboard.
And on the blackboard, two ferocious and distorted words were also written in blood.
[No!]
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