30 Menggui High School (30)

My brain is a little slow to catch up.

When the flashlight beam shone on a pale face again, Qin Fu'an fixed the beam directly on its face.

Three seconds later, the face filled with pain and resentment slowly disappeared from the white wall.

Qin Fu'an stepped onto the last step, and the night wind swept in, carrying fine frost and snowflakes. The empty corridor was filled with the wailing and howling of ghosts.

He walked forward, the light falling on the tightly closed red door, above which hung the positions and names of the people inside.

Instead of immediately going forward to investigate, Qin Fu'an, holding a flashlight, walked through every door on the floor before finally stopping outside the last door.

The flashlight beam fell straight to the ground, making the pair of blood-red high heels in front of the door appear even more vivid and dazzling.

A few seconds later, the light slowly moved upwards.

"The proctor."

Qin Fu'an stared at the blank space after the name below that line of text, his eyes flashing slightly.

Under what circumstances would someone's name be blank when all the teachers in the school, including the principal, have their names listed?

Qin Fu'an recalled the scene from the first night when the four players came to inquire about Nan Zhu's disappearance and then left together.

A moment later, he suddenly raised his hand and tapped rhythmically on the wooden door with his fingers—

"Knock knock—"

The knocking sound was carried by the cold wind through the long corridor, leaving only a vast silence after it dissipated.

As the audience watched with bated breath, Qin Fu'an decisively reached out and grabbed the rotating doorknob.

Unsurprisingly, the door, which should have been tightly closed, was simply turned and pushed open by him.

The room was dark and empty; there was no one there, nor was there anything strange.

Qin Fu'an stepped inside. In the dimly lit room, only the light from his flashlight swept across every corner he could see.

As Qin Fu'an walked inside, he looked around at the areas of the room that were illuminated by the light.

There was a pungent smell in the room, as if it hadn't been opened in a long time. The floor and tabletops were covered with a thick layer of dust, which kicked up as he walked, further indicating that no one lived in the room.

"Guess where this proctor is right now?" Qin Fu'an suddenly became interested, interacting with the trembling audience while checking the dusty items inside the room.

[Thanks for the invitation. Please, streamer, complete the game yourself and don't ask for help from viewers (because viewers are terrified by those shoes, thank you)]

[Waaaaah, I was so scared! When I saw those shoes, countless scenes from horror movies flashed through my mind!]

[Why isn't the proctor here? Isn't this her room? It looks like no one's lived here in ages.]

[I know, I know, because the proctor is impersonating a player!]

[I see—wait a minute!? Why was such an important clue released? Isn't the live stream banned??]

[...It's quite obvious that the host had already guessed and was certain of this.]

The viewers who were frantically scrolling through the comments were stunned again. After finally digesting this information-packed clue, they all flooded the screen asking how Qin Fu'an had guessed it.

Even though everyone was walking through from the same perspective, why were they screaming in terror from the eerie atmosphere, the faces, and the high heels, while Qin Fu'an was still able to deduce such important information from this environment?

Doesn't this make the audience look like robots? It's so impolite!

While the condemnation was made, the densely packed light effects of donations on the live stream screen were also exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

Seeing this, Qin Fu'an put aside the high school senior exam process chart he had just found and first answered the questions of the curious audience.

"Because of the shoes by the door."

He turned around and placed the flashlight on the high heels, watching with a wicked grin as he watched the series of screams of surprise in the comments section. Then, he explained with satisfaction, "Given that the proctor can walk in high heels and communicate normally like a regular supernatural being, and based on the school's overall environment, we can boldly conclude that this proctor should be a humanoid supernatural being of female gender."

"Given that the conditions are so clear, let's speculate on why the proctor is different from the other teachers. How can she control the entire school's exams without showing her face?"

Audience: "...Wait, wait, wait, slow down! Our brains can't keep up!"

But amidst the chaotic barrage of comments, Qin Fu'an calmly voiced his conjecture: "Since the teacher didn't show up and only left a pair of high heels at the entrance of Class 4 of Senior Three, we might as well be bolder and guess that the teacher is inside Class 4 of Senior Three and is watching everything that is happening in the class."

At this point, Qin Fu'an shook his head, recalling his initial suspicions, and said regretfully, "I initially suspected the other two, since both Nan Zhu and Chen Qi were more convincing than Zhao Jiayue. So after the exam started, I deliberately left empty-handed, just to show them that I had no ability to handle crises."

The entrapment operation was successful, but it didn't catch the fish Qin Fu'an wanted. After Nan Zhu died, the high heels remained firmly in the corridor, unmoved.

The subsequent exams became even more chaotic, and Qin Fu'an could only deal with the exams first. He thought he could only investigate the remaining two female players the next day, but unexpectedly, because of Nan Zhu's death, four players cornered Qin Fu'an downstairs at the dormitory building.

After Chen Qi and Zhao Jiayue turned and left, Qin Fu'an's gaze fell on their feet.

“They are using the bodies of students in the dungeon, so it’s actually hard to tell their shoe sizes.” Qin Fu’an said casually as he continued to investigate. “However, the two walk at very different paces. If you compare them carefully, you can easily find that Zhao Jiayue’s walking pace is not much different from the pace of the proctor’s high heels.”

The difference, Qin Fu'an attributed, to the difference between high heels and flat shoes, rather than the difference in the people walking.

To confirm this, Qin Fu'an even waited until the next night to listen to it again for comparison.

His combination of reasonable yet outrageous bold speculation and argumentation completely numbed the viewers in the live broadcast room.

Even viewers who had seen other perspectives of "The Haunted High School" were confused by what he said.

[No, you can do that? Huh? I don't quite understand. How can you make such a bold assumption? Who gave you permission to make such a bold assumption??]

[I accidentally clicked into Zhao Jiayue's livestream, only to find that she wasn't even a member of any player's livestream group. I was completely dumbfounded. How could the streamer explain things in more detail than I, with my god-like perspective? I refuse to accept this!!]

[I'm completely numb, really. This is the first time the host has ever talked so much, and it sounds like a math teacher lecturing to me—not only is it hard to understand, but it's also incredibly soporific. I'm so sleepy...]

[Such a fresh and useful mind! I really want to dig it out and study it carefully. When are you coming to Ghost Realm, streamer? I'll be your free tour guide, I guarantee it'll be a lot of fun.]

[Yeah, the kind where they rip out your brain, hehe ^.^.]

[Wait, wait, so what about the warning the streamer gave those three players earlier—!?]

Reminded by this comment, the other viewers quickly realized the same thing. Qin Fu'an had just lied to them, saying it was just a casual remark and that he was worried there might be bad people among the crowd. Turns out it really was because there were bad people, and not just a deliberate attempt to mock the audience?!

The audience's belated comments inexplicably reminded Qin Fu'an of Xie Yunhuai's adorable dazedness. With a smile in his eyes, he raised an eyebrow and teased the screen, "You guys have the potential to be classmates with Xie Yunhuai. Not bad."

Audience: QAQ

I'm warning you, don't make personal attacks!

Are you indirectly calling us stupid?!

Qin Fu'an shook his head and retorted, "Only you guys are stupid. Xie Yunhuai was forced by circumstances, so it's different."

The next second, his personal translator came online and silently posted an infuriating comment:

[Translation: There's a reason my wife is a bit slow; it's due to her environment and this awful game. And it's not just slow, it's adorably goofy. You bunch of naturally slow-witted fools shouldn't even think about being compared to my wife!]

audience:"……"

Damn it, not only are we being personally attacked, but we're also being forced to watch their lovey-dovey posts! We're really going to make a scene!!

But just before they started making a scene, someone seemed to have anticipated it, deliberately moving the screen away from them and looking down at what they were holding.

The aggrieved audience members were completely ignored by Qin Fu'an.

...I've never felt so frustrated in my life, but I still can't help wanting to shower this man with all sorts of gifts. Damn it!

It must be because they wanted to increase his popularity and then let more innocent viewers get hurt, not because they were misled by the scoundrel streamer!

But soon, the audience realized just how captivating Qin Fu'an could be when he got serious, a far cry from the playful banter and teasing they used to share. They also discovered how terrified they were by the eerie and terrifying environment without Qin Fu'an to talk to.

Qin Fu'an had already thoroughly inspected the small room.

In the end, the only useful information I had was an exam process chart.

The audience followed the beam of Qin Fu'an's flashlight and saw that the old exam schedule clearly showed dates that were generally considered to be in the summer.

June 12, 2013.

Qin Fu'an took out his teacher's certificate, which he always carried in his pocket, and showed the dates of his employment.

"The Mysterious Realm, January 13th, xx year".

Clearly, this exam process chart is a remnant of the school before it became a copy.

The table clearly shows the exam schedule for the five days leading up to the college entrance examination.

Just as Qin Fu'an had guessed, the test included four subjects: humanities, science, Chinese, mathematics, and English. In addition, the physical education test on the first day was actually a practical test in chemistry and physics.

Under the beam of light, everyone could clearly see the densely packed schedules and exam times, which were consistent with what the general public would expect—the kind of process charts that ordinary students and ordinary schools would have.

The school name at the top is not Menggui High School, but Jiang'an No. 1 Middle School.

Qin Fu'an folded up the flowchart and put it in his school uniform pocket before slowly walking out.

As for the crisis that the viewers in the live chat were worried about—the three players and the proctor being together—Qin Fu'an seemed completely unconcerned.

Stepping out of the room, Qin Fu'an saw the school leaders and teachers whose faces were vague in his memory.

This includes the homeroom teacher who previously went on a rampage demanding unpaid wages.

But its facial features are no longer visible.

They stood in the narrow corridor like the ghostly figures, their dark eyes staring intently at Qin Fu'an.

Qin Fu'an closed the door behind him, and heard his homeroom teacher's familiar voice beside him: "Little Qin, what are you doing here so late at night instead of sleeping?"

The voice was soft and low, as if whispering in Qin Fu'an's ear.

Indeed, it did perch on Qin Fu'an's shoulder, its eyes blinking eerily. In just a few seconds, they covered Qin Fu'an's entire body. Perhaps in the next second, they would devour Qin Fu'an's flesh clean, just like they did on the first day when they ate the players.

Qin Fu'an looked down and met the eyes on his arm. The disorienting impact on his soul made him frown unhappily, and his tone became a few degrees deeper. He calmly asked, "I'm a teacher too, why can't I be here? What, are you forming cliques to oppress and discriminate?"

Visibly, those eyes were blank, blinking with a hint of bewilderment, as if they hadn't expected Qin Fu'an's answer to be so...unreasonable.

Shouldn't they scream, cry, break down, beg for mercy, and then be devoured piece by piece by themselves?

Why is he so self-righteous, and even looks so condemnatory?!

Not only him, but other teachers also subconsciously avoided Qin Fu'an's displeased green eyes, even beginning to doubt themselves: Am I forming a clique? Am I oppressing and discriminating against new colleagues?

The next second, Qin Fu'an disgustedly swatted away the eyes clinging to his arm like trash, and then retorted to the group of incoherent teachers: "Why aren't you sleeping? What are you doing here? The college entrance exam is just around the corner. If you don't get enough rest, how are you going to help the students improve their grades? If they don't do well on the exam, how are you going to make up for it?"

Teachers: "..."

Not all teachers will listen to Qin Fu'an's nonsense.

The homeroom teacher quickly came to his senses, as did the dean of students. Both of them were already extremely close to Qin Fu'an, seemingly unwilling to listen to his nonsense and only wanting to devour him as if he were a delicious meal delivered to their door.

"But as an invigilator, am I not even qualified to use the examination procedure sheet?" Qin Fu'an remained unmoved, but his snake-like green eyes had silently turned into cold and fierce vertical pupils, and the shape of scales had also vaguely appeared on his arms.

His question once again brought the two ghosts and the puppet-like ghosts behind them to a halt.

Qin Fu'an took out the exam procedure chart, unfolded it, and stared at the dean of students. He asked in a deep voice, "Dean, I think I also need an explanation. Why is our school's exam procedure completely different from this chart? Who messed up the arrangements?"

He practically shoved the form in the dean's face, his long fingers gripping the paper, pointing at the procedures, and demanding an explanation, word by word: "The practical exam turned into a physical education exam, the mock exam for Chinese became Christmas Eve... Two days of exams, and the students haven't even touched a real test paper. Is this what you call a 100% college entrance rate?!"

Under his extremely sharp and probing questions, the homeroom teacher and the dean of students involuntarily took two steps back.

Perhaps he hadn't said a single wrong word, and his identity was indeed that of a colleague rather than a student from the lowest rung of society, so after he pointed out the problem, the entire corridor fell into an eerie silence once again.

After a long pause, the head of the teaching department spoke with difficulty: "Ms. Qin, I hope you can calm down. Regarding the exam process... we can sit down and discuss it slowly, don't you think?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Fu'an knew he had made the right bet.

Students must abide by the school and class rules that apply to them, so why shouldn't teachers also abide by the school and class rules that apply to them?

Under the rules, people are not equal.

Students prioritize their studies, and grades are the only guarantee of success.

Therefore, teachers would never violate the responsibilities and obligations of the teaching profession within the school rules, so they dare not and cannot be indifferent to students' studies.

Especially after Qin Fu'an pointed out the flaw, they should not kill Qin Fu'an directly, but instead try their best to make up for the flaw.

As his thoughts raced, Qin Fu'an's face remained calm, tinged with a hint of hidden anger. However, he softened his tone slightly when speaking to the dean of students who had started to speak kindly. "Dean, you know what kind of person I am. I don't necessarily want to get to the bottom of this matter, but since it concerns the students, I can't help but be anxious."

"Look at this school, how much effort and hard work have those children put in to get good grades and get into college?"

Qin Fu'an casually pointed to the wandering ghostly figures below, his expression unchanged as he questioned and condemned, "They know nothing. As teachers, we should consider their needs more. Who changed the exam process? Why did they change it? What are the consequences of the change, good or bad? Who will bear the responsibility? We can't let these immature children bear the responsibility for the school's negligence, can we?"

When he pointed, the other teachers looked in that direction.

Qin Fu'an observed that these teachers... did not see the ghosts.

They cannot see the students' absent-minded state.

Qin Fu'an raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, a new suspicion vaguely rising in his mind.

He leaned closer to the homeroom teacher and suddenly asked, "By the way, didn't the school pay salaries? Why haven't I seen you guys go to the small supermarket to buy anything?"

"Why don't you just buy what you want outside?" The homeroom teacher met Qin Fu'an's deep green vertical pupils and subconsciously replied with a blank expression, "The things in the small supermarket have been sitting on the shelves for hundreds of years. Who knows if they've expired?"

Qin Fu'an understood.

The audience fell completely silent, with only the dazzling special effects of continuous, explosive displays of frenzied donations appearing on the screen.

"So, you really are just hired faculty and staff..." Qin Fu'an sighed softly. "Trapping the same group of students and teachers here for hundreds of years, torturing and playing with them time and time again in the name of teaching, even if you could feel pleasure, you should have been tired and weary long ago, right?"

His voice was very soft, but who made him the invigilator with his badge and authority?

So in the next second, his almost lingering sigh spread throughout the dark night sky of the entire school, easily reaching every corner.

"So there is no such thing as the college entrance examination. They are just animals trapped in a cage, dying and waking up again and again. You probably enjoy standing on the high platform and watching them kill each other from above, right?"

"And Christmas Eve..." Qin Fu'an looked at all the high-ranking officials, including the principal and the dean of students, and said with a light laugh, "If I'm not mistaken, it's because these unlucky guys are jumping out of the cycle for the first time, and you didn't know how to deal with it, so you came up with the excuse of Christmas Eve to prolong the night and try to get the school to start a new cycle sooner, right?"

They thought each cycle would be the next day, but only if the students and teachers of the previous day had died below a certain threshold. But this time, that wasn't the case, so they couldn't wait for the cycle to begin. And those students, as if they had been bugged, finally became wandering spirits, which was the state they were supposed to be in after death.

As Qin Fu'an's voice resounded through every corner of the campus through his power, the wandering student spirits that were roaming around the campus quietly stopped what they were doing and all turned around to look in the direction of the teachers' apartments.

As Qin Fu'an voiced more of his speculations, the students, whose faces were blank and indistinct and who couldn't even remember their own appearance, were finally as if some memories had been awakened. The scarlet flames hidden deep inside their eyes and skulls suddenly flickered, and the features on their faces gradually became clear and real in the gentle and compassionate sighs of Qin Fu'an.

Meanwhile, the three players who were initially wary of each other and searching around the teaching building also stared blankly at the sky after hearing Qin Fu'an's voice. Many questions flashed through their minds, but in the end, they all widened their eyes in shock.

The amount of information revealed in that big shot's words is... just too much, isn't it?

He just said it out loud, is he really okay?

Behind Yake, Zhao Jiayue stopped her pretense of rummaging and said softly, "He's very smart."

Ark nodded firmly, exclaiming, "Yeah, it feels like we're playing completely different instances. I don't know anything yet, and the pros are already working on the bonus questions..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jiayue seemed amused. Staring at Yake's retreating figure, she said softly, "No, he is very smart, and you are lucky enough."

"Lucky?" Yak turned around blankly, only to be horrified to find that Zhao Jiayue's figure was slowly blurring, and thick blackness gradually crept up her delicate features...

Yak stumbled back several steps, knocking over several tables and chairs in the process, only to find that Zhao Jiayue had no intention of attacking him. Instead, just like when they first met, she looked at him with tears in her eyes and said sadly, "If only I were really one of you."

In her lifetime, she was a very ordinary person with a loving mother and a loving dog. But after entering this game as a player, everything was completely overturned.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Yak asked, almost as if possessed, as he looked at her tears streaming down her face.

Zhao Jiayue looked at him, his body mostly transformed into a ghostly black shadow, yet after Yake's question, she struggled to speak, saying, "Go...to my house, the address is...in the drawer, please tell...Mom..."

Her voice was also completely swallowed by the darkness.

Before Ark's eyes, she became a speechless, wandering ghost.

And what she wanted to say... Ark couldn't hear it anymore.

[Author's Note]

Anzai: Make bold guesses and assumptions, and finally arrive at the correct answer.

Viewer: That's really hypnotic. To be able to make someone lie down and fall asleep in a scary live stream, that's no wonder Teacher Qin.

Goodnight, the real ending will be in the next chapter~

Today was another day with tons of free tickets and nutrient solutions! Love you all!

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Thank you to the little angel who threw the grenade:

1;

Thank you to the little angel who threw the landmine:

One "Close Your Eyes When It Gets Dark" message;

Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution:

The saplings grew tall; 10 bottles of neon.

3 bottles of Ruoyu Wuhen;

All attackers and those under control retreated, returning to their two final destinations;

17. Clear Rain and Lonely Boat, Tomb, Tangyuan (sweet rice balls), Female Human, Mukawa Megumi (1 bottle);

Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!