My middle school diary exposed 2
It took less than ten minutes.
Luo Chen has already mastered this modified secret book. In an instant, more than a thousand emotions of fear, panic, and uneasiness surged into his body and transformed into spiritual power for him to drive.
Obviously, these emotions come from the teachers and students of this school.
They may not remember who the original owner was, but they knew that a student in the school committed suicide by jumping off a building. He carefully sensed these emotions and found the murderers who committed school violence against the original owner and indirectly killed the original owner and his family.
Their emotions at this moment were mostly related to "anger", "contempt" and "excitement", but there was no "fear" or "uneasiness".
The power of their parents makes these conscienceless teenagers even more lawless, and they even feel extremely excited and stimulated by the death of their original bodies.
Wan Kong Jing said: "Master, what should we do next?"
Luo Chen's eyes were cold as he jumped from the rooftop and finally landed lightly on the ground. His figure was swift and agile, and he arrived at the dormitory building opposite in a flash.
Seeing this, Wan Kongjing immediately understood what was going on.
Only a few students who were afraid of these people knew that the original body was bullied in school. No one dared to tell the teacher and could only choose to remain silent.
They are also afraid of becoming the next target.
Luo Chen walked through the dim corridor and soon stopped in front of a door. The five small groups lived in the same dormitory and followed Wang Chao's lead.
The other roommate was busy studying and rarely spent time with Wang Chao and the others. His grades were always second, while the original roommate had always held the first place until he was bullied in school by these people, and his grades plummeted.
"Brother Meng, you still need to review so late?"
"You'll always get first place in exams from now on. You don't have to be so hardworking, right?"
There were voices of several people talking in the dormitory.
Luo Chen's heart moved, and he immediately entered the dormitory in stealth. He glanced at the few people who were lying leisurely on the bed. They didn't look like they were committing school bullying at all.
As the leader of the clique, Wang Chao was unusually friendly to his roommate, who hadn't gotten involved in the school violence and was solely focused on studying. His expression hinted at a hint of flattery: "Xuehang, shall we go out for dinner together tomorrow?"
The man named Meng Xuehang raised his head, a smile on his handsome face, "Okay."
He seems to be a gentle person.
Luo Chen's eyes were filled with a hint of coldness, because he sensed the power of emotion from this person, that is - 'joy'.
The secret book that Luo Chen practiced can receive all emotional powers related to the original body, even if they are negative.
Luo Chen could even feel the other party's full malice and disgust towards his original body.
In other words, Meng Xuehang, who was just an innocent passerby in the original body's memory, was also the murderer who instigated the original body to suffer school violence.
In his perfect life of studying hard and having a wealthy family, there appeared an original self who was more beautiful than him and had excellent academic performance. Except for the fact that his family background was not as good as his, he was crushed in every way.
When Meng Xuehang heard that his original body had died, his first reaction was of course joy.
Luo Chen used some of his strength to carefully sense the souls of these people. As expected, he discovered a trace of demonic energy and his expression became slightly solemn.
It turns out that this is how evil spirits invade the world.
These evil spirits cannot cause a drastic change in a person's personality. They will only act like a parasite, quietly taking root in people's consciousness, slowly absorbing the malice and evil thoughts in people's hearts, and strengthening their own power.
In other words, these people are bad by nature.
Luo Chen lowered his eyes and slowly left the dormitory...
The night gradually deepened.
The corridor returned to silence, and the six people in the dormitory fell asleep. After an unknown amount of time, one of them seemed to hear someone pushing him. The voice was urgent: "Zhao Ruiran, I'm a little scared. Can you accompany me to the bathroom?"
The man named Zhao Ruiran was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes. He couldn't help but curse, "Going to the bathroom in the middle of the night, isn't that annoying?"
The figure in the darkness swallowed nervously and explained, "I didn't want to do that either. It's just that that person isn't... I feel a little uneasy and scared."
What the other party said immediately reminded Zhao Ruiran of the figure that jumped down during the day. He couldn't help but shudder and got goosebumps.
This was not the first time he had seen a dead person. When he was in junior high school, he often saw some hooligans bullying people. Sometimes they would just pull out knives and stab people without caring about anything when a fight started.
The blood seemed to flow down uncontrollably, and a living person lost his breath. He did not feel fear, but only felt an inexplicable shudder.
But when someone really committed suicide because of them, he looked at the body splattered with blood and suddenly felt sick, even an indescribable nausea.
"Zhao Ruiran, please." The figure standing in the darkness begged again.
Zhao Ruiran had no choice but to throw off the quilt and get out of bed, following the figure out of the dormitory. The lights in the corridor were extremely dim, and he could only vaguely see the figure in school uniform in front of him walking slowly forward.
He cursed inwardly, "This crappy light in the school is about to break down again not long after it was replaced."
I should have used my phone for lighting.
The person in front was still walking forward, step by step, and the heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor, as if overlapping with his heartbeat bit by bit.
He subconsciously wanted to call the other person's name, but found that he could not remember the other person's name, even though the other person's back looked very familiar.
He had no choice but to quicken his pace, trying to see the other person's face clearly.
But the person in front suddenly sped up and flashed directly into the toilet. When he ran over, he found that a row of toilet doors were tightly closed.
The light in the bathroom flickered, alternating between extremely glaring brightness and darkness, forming a conflict with the dim corridor behind.
He stood at the door, not daring to go in nor to retreat, as if there was an inexplicable fear permeating the air in front and behind. His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Did you finish it?"
The toilet was extremely quiet, with only the lights flickering.
Zhao Ruiran felt increasingly uneasy, so he could only bite the bullet and continue walking forward. "Which cubicle are you in?"
It's still very quiet around.
Zhao Ruiran didn't dare to leave alone, so he could only keep moving forward. He tentatively pushed the first door, but it was empty. He walked to the second compartment, slowly pushed the door open and looked inside, but it was still empty.
Until the last one.
He seemed to be relieved and knocked on the door vigorously: "Did you fall into the toilet? It's been so long and you haven't finished pooping yet?"
Still no response.
Zhao Ruiran finally realized something was wrong and cursed, "If you don't say anything, I'll really leave. Don't try to scare people with this kind of joke."
Zhao Ruiran couldn't bear it any longer and quickly pushed the door open. The curses in his mouth stopped abruptly when he saw the empty toilet, and a chill suddenly surged over him.
Where are the people inside?
He saw the other person enter the bathroom with his own eyes, how could he disappear out of thin air?
Who is kidding him?
He was a little scared and turned around to walk out, but a pale and distorted face suddenly appeared in front of him, and the coldness and smell of blood hit him in the face.
“Ahhhh—”
He screamed, realizing why the figure looked so familiar.
That was clearly the dead Su Luochen.
He rolled his eyes and soon fainted. His head hit the sink hard and he bled a lot.
Luo Chen put away the illusion, his eyes calm: "It's not over yet."
“A ghost—!”
A scream suddenly rang out in the quiet dormitory, startling the other five people awake. Wang Chao's heart was pounding like a drum, and he immediately cursed, "Zhao Ruiran, what are you doing in the middle of the night?"
Under normal circumstances, Zhao Ruiran would have come running over to please him, but now he no longer cared about Wang Chao. He looked around in fear until his back was pressed against the wall. Goose bumps appeared on his skin and he gasped, "It must be a dream, it must be a dream."
He actually dreamed that Su Luochen turned into a ghost and came to seek revenge.
Zhao Ruiran's breathing gradually became steady. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the glaring bloodstains on the pillow. His pupils shrank immediately, and he felt an immense pain at the back of his head. He touched it with trembling hands, then took a look at it.
His hands were covered in blood, obviously he had just been injured.
In other words, everything that just happened was not a dream at all, but real!
Zhao Ruiran screamed in terror: "He's back! He's turned into a ghost and is here to find us!"
His expression was so real that even Meng Xuehang, who didn't believe in ghosts, was inexplicably infected and couldn't help but get goosebumps.
The whole dormitory seemed to have grown colder.
Wang Chao quickly got off the bed and dragged Zhao Ruiran down with great force. He threw him to the ground with a clattering sound, then continued to beat him with punches and kicks. He didn't stop until Zhao Ruiran began to beg for mercy in pain. He pointed at his nose and cursed, "If there's something wrong with your brain, get out of here and stop acting like a madman."
Zhao Ruiran held his head, his face covered in blood, and huddled in the corner, not daring to speak.
Meng Xuehang glanced at Zhao Ruiran coldly and said, "That's enough, go to bed."
Wang Chao climbed back onto the bed.
The dormitory lights were turned off again.
In the dark dormitory, the bulging figures of other people could be vaguely seen. Zhao Ruiran wrapped himself tightly and did not even dare to treat the wounds on his body. He just stared at the darkness with wide eyes.
Suddenly, his body trembled.
Because he saw another figure, as if it appeared out of thin air. He walked to Wang Chao's bed, pushed it, and said in a trembling voice: "Wang Chao, I seem to see Su Luochen again."
Zhao Ruiran began to tremble because the voice was exactly the same as his.
Wang Chao, who had finally fallen asleep, suddenly became furious and turned around to punch Zhao Ruiran. Before he could throw his fist, Zhao Ruiran grabbed his arm tightly with such force that he couldn't break free at all.
The cold touch made him shiver and he cursed, "Do you still want to be beaten?"
Zhao Ruiran slowly approached Wang Chao, a cold, bloody smell coming towards him, and his voice seemed even more sinister: "Just like when you beat Su Luochen?"
Wang Chao's expression grew increasingly ferocious and angry: "Why are you bringing up that garbage so late at night?"
It made him a little nervous.
Zhao Ruiran continued to approach Wang Chao, his pale face becoming clearer and clearer, his eyes staring straight at him: "Because I came to find you."
Wang Chao's eyes suddenly widened, and he almost lost his voice: "Ghost!"
The world before his eyes seemed to shatter, and he was pulled into a dark nightmare-like world, his body walking uncontrollably into a remote corner.
Soon, six strange and terrifying ghosts came out and stared at him grimly with greedy eyes as if they wanted to tear him to pieces and eat him.
He was so frightened that he could not move his limbs and could not tell whether what he saw was a dream or reality, until the six ghosts gradually approached and tortured him in a cruel and terrible way until he took his last breath.
Wang Chao thought he was dead, but the world in front of him pieced together again, and it was still the familiar place before, and six ghosts came out again.
He finally had the strength to get up, and he looked for a way to run forward.
But the six ghosts were extremely fast and soon caught him again and tortured him cruelly until he took his last breath.
He is dead.
He was alive again, and the terrible dreams began to play out again, one after another.
Luo Chen stood in front of the window, his eyes calmly sweeping across Wang Chao's face. The other party had his eyes closed tightly, his expression painful and terrified, as if he was experiencing some terrible dream.
Waves of intense fearful power surged one after another.
Luo Chen chuckled and turned to leave.
The game isn't over yet.
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