It's a pity that everything is in the past, even if Shang Chi wanted to do something, it was too late.
There are also differences between children. Some children have a particularly deep resentment, which can cause harm to ghosts like the teacher and even dissipate with them under certain circumstances. And most of the kids seem to be simply trapped puppets
In any case, today's murder should have passed safely. Shang Chi holds the doll carefully, thinking about it with a sigh. This doll is a valuable item, if it is left in the apartment... it should be fine? He thought, after locking the door, no one should go to the teacher's apartment to do anything to a doll, right
…
Taking advantage of the children's nap time, Jiang Xiaoli couldn't help but went to the classroom again to see what was different. It was the classroom that had been burned down.
At the beginning, she felt that the classroom was a bit hot, but now that she thinks about it... Maybe it's because of the man-made fire? These hints are relatively obscure, but it is actually easy to think of them carefully. They even noticed the weird burning smell on the NPC, and thought about the possibility of a fire. But I never expected that it would be the teacher who set fire and dragged the children to die together, buried with them
Another teacher acted bravely but could not escape. Before he died, he watched the hope of being rescued. The remaining teacher Li Wang refused to save him, and even ran away without calling the fire in time. Judging from the later situation, the third teacher was captured by ghosts and burned to death in the house...
This classroom, or this building, should have been renovated, right? Otherwise, it is impossible to leave no traces, but even if it is refurbished, there should be traces left. It's just that they haven't checked it out.
Jiang Xiaoli touched the slightly yellowed timetable on the wall, and she dug the white wall with her fingernails, and it seemed that she could see the burnt and blackened marks underneath. This classroom... what else is left
"Li Hongying?" Jiang Xiaoli asked in a low voice, "Do you think there will be any clues here?"
'Reports of events that have occurred? 'The burning plot has passed, and the events are composed of NPCs. There have been no casualties in this plot in the past. Either those victims will become ghost plots after death and unlock the restraint to start hunting, or start a new mode.
Jiang Xiaoli looked around the classroom, she turned over the podium, but couldn't find anything. Then there was the book corner, the garbage corner, even the broom corner and the cabinet for rags, but there was nothing there.
"Am I wrong?" Jiang Xiaoli glanced at the time, after tossing and tossing for so long, she got nothing.
Think about it carefully... The NPC teacher ghost was in the middle of the classroom... Could there be something in the drawer of the desk
Jiang Xiaoli first looked at the drawer of the table in the middle of her eyes, if there is no drawer, she plans to look at all the drawers again, if there is no one, forget it. By then, the nap time will probably be over.
But, there is.
It is a strange newspaper.
The strange thing about this newspaper is that it only published the incident about the kindergarten fire and subsequent reports.
Divorced from his wife due to family conflicts, refused to accept the appeal and tried to fight for the custody of the child, but failed. Then... I couldn't think about it, I spent a week preparing to bring gasoline and alcohol into the kindergarten, and took the children to the classroom during lunch break on a certain day, set fire and died together.
The report also said the arsonist may have suffered from mental illness.
When the fire spread, another male teacher who was in charge of the preschool class with this teacher rushed into the fire scene to rescue him, and finally died in the classroom and failed to come out. The report also commented on the impulsiveness and recklessness of this "brave" male teacher, and even intercepted some comments, most of which accused the male teacher, thinking he was a fool.
"If it were me, I would definitely call 119. Don't you know how to protect yourself if you rush into the fire?"
"Don't you have a fire extinguisher? This man is still a teacher, why doesn't he have a brain at all? He deserves to die."
"Can't you just wet your body and save someone? It's stupid, it's a waste of a life."
"If only I were here, I can definitely save the children."
…
The follow-up report was that the last teacher in charge of the preschool died at home a week after the fire, suspected to have caused too much damage due to the fire in the kindergarten.
Reports and comments may have been hit too hard, so they acted in a trance.
It is worth mentioning that the name of the kindergarten and the date of the fire have been blacked out.
After reading the newspaper, Jiang Xiaoli didn't know how to evaluate it. The root of all evil should be the scum who vented his anger on the children because of his own private affairs. It is obvious that his life is not smooth and he can't think about it, but when he wants to die, he insists on dragging innocent and irrelevant people...
"Hey, what did you find? Take it out and have a look."
It's Guan Lin.
Jiang Xiaoli took a step back vigilantly, gripping the newspaper tightly. Guan Lin blocked the classroom door, his tall body blocking the front door tightly. She glanced at the back door, it was not open, it was probably locked. If from the back door...
"Hand it over." Guan Lin frowned and said harshly, "I'll count to three, or I'll do it."
It's noon now, even if Li Hongying is a red-clothed ghost, his strength should still be affected, right? This Guan Lin should have other props on him, if there are props that can cause harm to Li Gui... Jiang Xiaoli moved his position, clutching the newspaper and thinking, there is no record of other incidents about the kindergarten in the newspaper, all the records are It's the fire scene. Maybe there is no other use...
'Need my hand? '
not needed for now.
Jiang Xiaoli gradually relaxed the hand holding the newspaper: "I'll give you the newspaper, but how can you guarantee that you won't do anything to me after I hand it over to you? You blocked the classroom door."
"Tch, I don't even bother to deal with women." And she was a woman who didn't have much strength at first sight.
That's right, after being in the dungeon for so long, Guan Lin doesn't seem to have shot at his teammates. Even if he can't see how he still maintains that pretense, Guan Lin is only repelling and contemptuous in his attitude, but he has no actual actions.
Jiang Xiaoli put the newspaper on the table, "You come in and get it yourself, let me go out first."
"I'm in trouble." Guan Lin was extremely impatient, but he still stepped back and watched Jiang Xiaoli walk out of the classroom through the front door without doing anything. Jiang Xiaoli was extremely nervous when he walked past Guan Lin, for fear that this person would suddenly get violent and do something, but he didn't. As soon as Jiang Xiaoli left the classroom, Guan Lin walked in and walked to the middle table. He picked up the newspaper and read it for a long time, his brows were wrinkled, and his whole face was angry and ferocious. Jiang Xiaoli didn't stay long, and left in a hurry after confirming that Guan Lin really only wanted the newspaper.
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"If you commit suicide, you commit suicide. How dare you drag a lot of children into the water?" Ding Yirong was furious when he heard Jiang Xiaoli's news from the newspaper. The locust tree didn't move much, but his hands scratched the skin. "Hiss, it hurts!"
Although Wei Qianrong was angry, she calmed down. She mused, "Meet Guan Lin? He didn't do anything, did he?"
"No, although he looked fierce, he really let me go when he said he would let me go. It seems that he just wanted the newspaper."
"Just ordinary newspapers?"
"Well, there is information about the fire accident written on it, and there is no hint that it belongs to props when you hold it in your hand."
Wei Qianrong didn't speak any more, she rubbed her chin thinking about something, but she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye: "Wang Ze!" It was a boy's name. Wei Qianrong hurriedly ran to the fitness equipment.
Jiang Xiaoli hurriedly looked over, and saw a little boy fall from the triangular three-position push frame. This was originally a fitness equipment for sitting and exercising leg muscles. The child climbed up and stood up to play, and even reached the top, but failed to stand firmly...
Disappeared.
is really gone.
Wei Qianrong rushed in front of the boy, and almost picked him up to check his injuries, but before she could reach out, he disappeared before her eyes? !
what is this? As long as one is not watching, will the injury disappear? Wei Qianrong froze there, and took a long while before withdrawing her hand.
"How could it be..." Ding Yirong was also a little unbelievable. No wonder there are a few children missing every day. If you look at it this way, they didn't notice that the children would disappear if they accidentally fell? It won't be long before the kindergarten will only have a few players left, right? None survived...
It's too ridiculous.
To make matters worse, Guan Lin died that night.
There was a lot of movement, because Ding Yirong and Yang Zixuan didn't dare to sleep soundly at night because of the possibility of ghosts knocking on the door. They got up when there was any movement in Guanlin next door. Crackling, like the sound of furniture being knocked down and colliding, Ding Yirong put on his clothes and was extremely alert, and met Yang Zixuan as soon as he came out. Yang Zixuan didn't say anything, just knocked on Guan Lin's door, is it locked
"It's not midnight yet." It's 11:30, it's not even early morning, why are ghosts...
Not a ghost
"What's going on?" Wei Qianrong put on a simple coat and ran up in a hurry. The compass in her hand was spinning around at high speed, but now it suddenly stopped and pointed directly at Guan Lin's room. "Is Yao Qinyu in there? Knock... smash the door?"
"Ah—" Yao Qinyu screamed.
"Bump the door!" Ding Yirong and Yang Zixuan didn't hesitate anymore, they turned sideways and slammed into the door again and again.
Boom, boom, boom.
"What happened?" Jiang Xiaoli, who came a step late, felt a little out of shape. "Isn't it still early in the morning?" The ghost with the flashlight didn't come.
"I don't know." They all rushed over when they heard the movement.
— "Why? What did you do to me?"
"Damn it, you... ah—"
The door was knocked open.
A tattered little rag doll squatted on the ground holding a machete more than ten times larger than itself, and large swathes of blood soaked the floor. It sat down beside Guan Lin with its head down. Guan Lin's huge body was lying motionless on the floor at the moment, and the corpse was separated.
The round black buttons stared straight at the players at the door, and the arcs sewn by needlework made the doll look like it was smiling.