Lin Huai knocked on the back door with a panicked expression. The young man sitting in the last row who had been writing and drawing gave him a surprised look and unlocked the back door.
So he mercilessly sat on the empty seat next to the boy, lowered his voice and asked him, "Have you called the roll today?"
The teenager shook his head. He didn't recognize Lin Huai's face, so he asked hesitantly, "Are you...?"
Lin Huai said, "It's me, why don't you recognize me?"
The boy said, "You...?"
Lin Huai said, "It's me, I am that person, that person."
While talking, he grabbed the young man's shoulders, pretending to be good brothers. The teenager was obviously uncomfortable with his approach, and tried to avoid it by turning to the left. Lin Huai then said sadly, "You forgot me in just one month?"
His eyes are so sincere, the boy thought that he had never seen this person before, and now he has distrust of his memory because of this. Facing the other party's growing disappointment and even aggrieved and sad eyes, he felt a little uncomfortable and tried harder to think.
The boy went back to school last weekend, and this Monday the boy got into class f because of the placement test, so he really didn't remember who he had met in class f.
Lin Huai said again: "You forgot, we were together before, and we lived together that way, don't you remember? That's the one, the one over there..."
Under his deliberate guidance, the boy only felt a vague figure appear in his mind. Although he couldn't remember what this person looked like or what he had done with him, Lin Huai's tone made him feel that such a person had really existed in his life.
"Oh, it's you." Facing Lin Huai's increasingly sad expression, the young man pretended to realize suddenly in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I couldn't remember it for a while."
Lin Huai said, "Yes, it's me."
The boy said, "Yeah, it's you."
The young man cleverly avoided Lin Huai's name, pretending that he recognized Lin Huai. Lin Huai also showed a sincere smile when he saw that the other party was limped by him.
They sat in the last row and started whispering. The young man has a cold temperament, but it can be regarded as communicating with others. He closed his notebook, put it aside, and took out another English book. Lin Huai lowered his voice and asked him: "What happened in class today, the atmosphere is so strange."
"I heard that the new teacher is coming today." The boy continued to write in his notebook.
"Oh." Lin Huai nodded, "What kind of person is he? Have you heard?"
The boy's pen stopped.
"I don't know." He said lightly, "In short, the teachers in this school... are all like that."
After saying this, he put the pen into the cap, closed the book, and looked towards the window with his face on his face.
He stared out the window, wondering what he was thinking. Lin Huai said, "It seems that you have no expectations for the new substitute teacher."
They were chatting, but the girl sitting in the front seat stared at the phone and let out a short cry. She poked the tablemate beside her, and whispered: "Shen You's parents are here again."
She softened her voice a bit, and said: "Just now, I read in the group that Shen You's parents came to the school to cause trouble, and the dean even ran over."
"Shen You's parents are here?" The girl on the other side also turned her head and whispered, "Didn't she jump into the lake by herself? What does it have to do with the school?"
"I died in school, so I want to hit the bamboo pole of the school," the girl in the front seat shrugged. She seemed to remember something, and lowered her voice: "I heard that Shen You didn't commit suicide."
"It wasn't suicide, how did it die?"
"I heard that Shen You died very strangely. His mouth was full of mud, sand and water plants, and his eyes were wide open. And—and—" the girl in the front seat scratched the goose bumps on her arm, "That pool is only one How could it be possible to drown someone to death? Some people said..." When she said this, her eyes lit up, with extreme excitement, as if she had heard some sensational rumors, "She was held in the pool by a ghost, Killed."
In the pool
Lin Huai recalled the woods he passed by when he came here, and the pond surrounded by the slogan "No Entry" should be that pond.
But there, except for the female ghost buried in the ground, he didn't feel any breath from the living soul who died in vain.
Generally speaking, after a person dies unjustly, his soul will stay in place for at least seven days, which is the so-called first seven days. The soul at this time is composed of the living soul and the spirituality, and is also called the soul. After seven days, the living soul dissipated its spirituality and turned into a dead soul. Those who do not dispel resentment will turn into thought, into attachment, into resentment, into anger, and then into ghosts.
This is the growth path for human beings to turn souls into ghosts. In some cases, even if there is no soul, enough resentment will cause ghosts to be born. They can be individual grievances or collective obsessions.
The above are the roots of the birth of ghosts that can be traced. However, in many cases, many ghosts are even born randomly. They have no past and no future, they just appeared in this world as if because of a small mistake. Unlike living spirits who can communicate, most of them cannot communicate.
After being born, ghosts tend to stay in their birthplace for further evolution and differentiation. In the process of evolution and differentiation, they will infect their own location, and some will turn the surrounding real world into their own territory. This process can take as little as a month, or as long as an eternity.
It stands to reason that the probability of human beings killed by ghosts becoming ghosts after death will increase. As the saying goes, "Join if you can't beat it", but Lin Huai didn't notice the slightest sign at the pond. Within a month, there were newborn ghosts circling here.
"boom!"
Several people were concentrating on speaking, but suddenly they were startled by the sound of the pencil case falling to the ground. The girl in the front seat looked back at the pale boy sitting next to Lin Huai, and cursed, "Xu Chi, what the hell are you doing, you scared me to death."
Facing the girl's questioning, Xu Chi just picked up the pencil case and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
After picking up the pencil case, he didn't participate in anyone's discussion, but just opened a notebook and wrote and drew on it.
Under the notebook, there was a mystery novel written by Keigo Higashino.
His figure is so cold that it is almost isolated, indifferent to the world he lives in.
The girl didn't expect much from Xu Chi's reaction, so she turned back to her deskmate and said, "Didn't someone on the third floor climb to the roof and jump off the building some time ago? After he died, people always saw dirty things in the school." They all thought it was haunted. I see..." She lowered her voice, "What they said is true."
"Jumping off a building? Another one? It's nothing new."
"I don't know how many dances every year. I guess it's because of too much study pressure."
"No, no, this is not like this." The boy on the other side who was listening to music with headphones also joined the battle. He seemed to understand a little deeper than the others, and when he spoke, his eyes sparkled with excitement, "I heard—" He deliberately elongated his voice, "The one who jumped off the building is a pervert. Said so."
"Oh-"
Compared with learning, gossip is more deeply rooted in people's hearts. Lin Huai mixed in the crowd and asked the boy, "Where is he abnormal?"
"Uh… "
When asked this question, the eloquent boy got stuck for a moment. After a while, he looked at the people around him and said, "That person is a famous problem student in class C, right?"
"Yeah, it's gloomy all day long, and I don't know what I'm doing."
"I heard from a classmate in class C that he writes and draws in his notebook all day long, and looks at everyone while he writes, mumbling what he is talking about."
"I heard that he has mental problems, and none of his parents want him."
"Is it because of him that I lost the sanitation gold medal when I went to Class C on the selection day?"
"I heard that Class C's loss in the competition was also because he made trouble on purpose."
"It was he who did the potted flowers outside the door of Class C to wither."
"Speaking of which, it's really unfortunate for Mr. Yu to meet such a student. It's rare that he is such an excellent head teacher..."
"Well, he is different from other teachers..."
"Yeah, if possible, I really want to go to Teacher Yu's class..."
The students chattered and discussed, and from their words, Lin Huai learned the following information.
One, four weeks ago, a student in Class C of the third year jumped off the building.
Second, Minghua Middle School is a fully closed repeat school. Most of the parents of the students who were sent here heard that Minghua Middle School has a reputation for strict management, and they wanted the school to manage it for them, so they sent their children here middle school. Most of the teachers were of poor teaching quality, except for one.
That person is Yu Xingjian, the head teacher of Class C of the third year.
Unlike other teachers, Yu Xingjian entered the school three months ago. He is upright and straightforward. Under his leadership, the three-year class C, as a middle-class class, has developed a thriving, youthful, full of laughter. The students in the three-year class C have also achieved good results in terms of grades, surpassing the neighbors several times. class b.
"Since Mr. Yu is so good, why would someone jump off the building?" Lin Huai asked.
"I don't know—" the girl briefly brought up this topic, and said a little unhappy, "No matter how perfect a group is, there will always be a few people who don't fit in. I can't blame others, Teacher Yu..."
"Speaking of which, isn't our class going to have a substitute teacher today?" Another boy joined the battle. He looked rebellious and looked rebellious, "Why hasn't he come yet?"
"What, don't you expect him to come? The previous king has gone away, and we have had a good life for two days..."
"I think the new teacher might be similar to Wang Papi, and he's full of fat..."
"...Wait a minute, which class are you from? Were you in our class before? Why did you join our discussion so naturally!"
As soon as she said this, several people looked at Lin Huai who was sitting next to the boy.
Lin Huai: ...
He suddenly remembered that Chu Tian who was full of nonsense, if he was here, maybe he could get away with it. but…
"Would you believe me if I said I was lost?" he said earnestly.
Everyone: "..."
"Which class are you in?" The gossip girl frowned, "Go back quickly, if the school police find you skipping class, but..."
"He was caught in the freezer." She whispered warningly.
"No, I really didn't skip class." Lin Huai said, "I just lost my way..."
"As long as you are not in the classroom during class time, you are skipping class." The rebellious boy interrupted him.
"but I… "
"Stop talking, get out, if the school police see you here, we will be punished too!" The rebellious boy stood up and wanted to drive him out, "Which class should you go to? I'll show you the way —”
"No, listen to me." Lin Huai was a little distressed, "I just got lost from the podium where I was supposed to go to the end of the classroom..."
"what?"
Faced with everyone's eyes of "Is this an idiot", Lin Huai finally pulled out the briefcase from the desk drawer: "Actually... I am..."
"You have been waiting for a long time, substitute teacher." As he spoke, he tilted his head and smiled, "Surprise?"
Everyone: ...
The ground under his feet suddenly began to vibrate, and this vibration was fleeting, but Lin Huai keenly caught it.
... It shouldn't be.
Faintly, he heard a person's voice.
It's as if something has cracked a little bit due to something that shouldn't have happened here—
sound.