[March 2nd, rainy, my classmates looked at me more and more strangely. They often did some tricks to bully me, such as throwing away my textbooks and homework, taking away my stool, and lying on my desk. I generally choose to ignore the strange words written on the website, because if I am serious, I will only hurt myself.][But there was a boy who went too far. He called me a bitch and touched my legs. I slapped him. I didn’t expect these boys to be so unqualified. Encouraging other boys to kick together, it hurt so much, I almost fainted, and finally the old man came in, oh, this old man finally got a man, he whipped each of those disgusting boys with the pointer.][He also carried me into the hospital. He gave me a ring in the hospital for me to wear on my left hand. I thought it didn't matter, so I put it on.][Honey, when will I die?]After Xiao Yaxuan's diary was written here, the other person didn't respond. Luo Jian roughly read the following content, and it was almost all about how those classmates bullied her, and the bullying methods were various, not only beating and scolding, but also bullying her. She will be locked up in a closed classroom or teaching room at the school in various ways, usually for one night or even one to two days.
Luo Jian could tell from the girl's words that her classmates seemed to be bewildered, or like lunatics, and they seemed to be taking pleasure in bullying her, and the methods were extremely bad. Luo Jian read the entire diary and saw the last entry, only to see Xiao Yaxuan wrote down the last entry in her life word by word in a trembling and distorted font.
[April 4th, heavy rain. I thought they were all crazy, or maybe I was crazy too, and for some reason I had a horrible premonition that maybe this would be the last time I would write in my diary. I think my life is probably not complete, it still lacks a lot of important things, but I have never had a chance to fill it up since then.][I know I have been deceiving myself, you are no longer in this world, but I have been pretending that you are still there, pretending that there is still someone sitting in that empty seat, pretending that you didn't come to help me just because you were sleeping, take your own textbook Imitate your handwriting to write on it, and buy two mobile phones to send text messages to simulate everything we used to do. I think you have always been there and never left, but in fact, I know so clearly that you are no longer there.][It's so sad, I'm so desperate only because I was once very happy.][Then, goodbye forever.]The diary ends here, and when I scroll down, what Luo Jian sees is just a blank. Luo Jian hesitates, and his mind is also blank at the moment. This last diary reveals the most important news, important At that moment, Luo Jian almost panicked.
That is to say, the thirty-fifth student...he doesn't exist at all!
No, maybe it existed. There were thirty-five students in this class, but one of them seemed to have an accident or something else. He died and left! His departure not only made his family sad, but also made his girlfriend—that is, Xiao Yaxuan—distressed, so Xiao Yaxuan wrote this diary in pain, and pretended that her lover was still there.
I don't know if the death of this student was the beginning of everything, but it obviously caused Xiao Yaxuan and her entire class to fall into a strange panic-like mood, and various contradictions and conflicts began to appear, and finally these contradictions began to intensify Enlarged, so there will be all kinds of things later.
But in fact, all of this is not the point, the point is... there is no thirty-fifth student at all!
Luo Jian supported his forehead and sat on the ground with his back against the wall. The diary in his hand could no longer be held, and it fell to the cold concrete floor with a clatter. Many, many thoughts passed through his mind. Didn't figure out what was going on.
Since there is no thirty-fifth student, how on earth is Luo Jian going to find the missing thirty-fifth student? If she couldn't find it, then how would Luo Jian distinguish between real and fake secret rooms and real and fake doors
Which door is the real exit
"Impossible!" Luo Jian shook his head and refuted his own ideas. He calmed down his emotions and began to calmly analyze: "The thirty-fifth student must exist, otherwise the secret room would not write it out clearly and let us know." I went to find it. So, even if it is written in this diary that it is just an illusion, I must believe that he exists."
"Since he exists, I will be able to find him sooner or later." Luo Jian pointed his fingers and began to think: "There are still many doubts, I have to clarify my thoughts: first of all, first, since Xiao Yaxuan wrote the exchange diary to pretend to be her boyfriend The friend is still there, so the random lines in the diary and the response of one or two sentences are probably written by her herself, imitating the handwriting of the dead person."
"Secondly, her diary has basically summarized the whole process of the whole incident. From the surface, the final result of this girl is likely to be tortured to death, and the reason for the teacher's death is that she was tortured to death and hanged The deaths of these two people were all caused by the remaining 33 students in the class, so the question arises, why did the remaining 33 students also die? They also died very strangely, without any scars on their bodies, and almost all of them sat in their own seats—of course, someone may have placed them in their own seats after they died."
Who killed all these students left in the class? Who is the real murderer? I am afraid that finding this murderer is the problem that Luo Jian needs to face at this time. Luo Jian thought about it and sighed again, he stretched out his hand to pick up the diary that fell on the floor, and unexpectedly, there was no interlayer in the diary, because a note fell out.
Luo Jian picked up the note. This note was not the purple stamped note that is commonly used in secret rooms, but a corner torn from an exercise book. On it were words that Luo Jian was very familiar with: [One side is one side, one side On the other hand, change your left hand for your right hand, your face is my face. ] Of course, the font on this note is also reversed. And the handwriting is very familiar, Luo Jian looked at it for a long time, and found that it was the handwriting of the girl Xiao Yaxuan imitating her boyfriend...or in other words, it was the handwriting of the thirty-fifth person who disappeared.
Luo Jian looked at the note over and over again, but found nothing more. He turned around and looked at the large mirror placed in the hollowed-out wall, which could still clearly reflect the scene of the entire secret room. Not showing Luo Jian's own face.
Luo Jian thought for a while, and took out the broken small mirror glued together with transparent glue from his pocket. Luo Jian's face could be reflected in the small mirror, but because the mirror itself was broken, so was the reflected Luo Jian. broken.
"That's right!" Luo Jian said, "Since the blackboard in the illusory secret room can be removed, then the blackboard in the real secret room should also be able to do the same."
Thinking of this, Luo Jian read the "transmission speech" again, but there was no response. He forgot for a while, and he had to read the teleportation speech backwards, so he read it again in reverse. Turning it upside down, the stench of corpses was again on the face, and I checked the time on the phone: 12:24.
The time began to move, and there were almost forty minutes left.
Luo Jian didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately ran to the blackboard at the back of the classroom, pushed it hard with her hands, and if it was loose, it could be removed. Luo Jian's strength recovered a lot, and he kicked down the whole big blackboard violently, imitating the action of the stalker unloading the blackboard.
And behind the blackboard is the same hollow wall, inside is a large mirror, and the diary, the diary is exactly the same, except that the words on it are written upright. As for the mirror, Luo Jian walked in front of it and was horrified to find that his face was still not reflected in the mirror.
In the big mirror is still a silent room full of corpses. The world reflected in the mirror has no living people, no Luo Jian.
"Why can't my face be reflected?" Luo Jian didn't understand, the small mirror used for teleportation in his hand was obviously fine, is there something wrong with the mirror or Luo Jian himself
"By the way, that's right." Luo Jian looked at the mirror, he seemed to realize something at this moment, and muttered to himself: "I didn't exist in this secret room, since I didn't exist, the mirror wouldn't reflect out of my shadow."
"I don't exist..." Luo Jian continued to mutter: "I don't exist..."
"I don't exist..."
"I don't exist!"
Luo Jian took a step back, but he still couldn't be seen in the mirror, but Luo Jian seemed to have discovered something extremely terrifying, which made him pale for a while, and he took several steps back until he accidentally stepped on The creaking sound of a fragment of a corpse on the ground brought him back to his senses.
"Yes, I don't exist in this secret room, just like the thirty-fifth person who disappeared... Perhaps, this damn secret room was set up from the beginning, and I am the thirty-fifth student!"
Luo Jian's mind turned many kinds of details and problems that he ignored. For example, when he first woke up in this secret room, he was sitting on the empty seat of the disappearing student! For example, the poems are written word by word on the blackboard, one side is one side, one side is another side, left hand for right hand, your face is my face. The obvious meaning in this poem is 'replacement' and 'replacement'!