"Li Xiaoyu? Li Xiaoyu?"
Zhao Mingtao had curly hair and a pair of large, dark eyes. When he saw that Tang Xinjue didn't respond, his expression immediately turned sour. "I'm asking you a question. Did you hear me?"
Tang Xinjue raised his eyes and stared back. His expressionless gaze made Zhao Mingtao uneasy. He then said, "Why are you asking me this?"
Zhao Mingtao rubbed his nose, inexplicably afraid to continue his sullen expression. Because it was a self-study class, he could only lower his voice: "Don't you like Wang Peng? Don't you know what happened to Wang Peng?"
“Li Xiaoyu” likes “Wang Peng”?
After noting this information, Tang Xinjue looked around.
In the movie, "Wang Peng" and "Feng Wan" are classmates, one is the male lead and the other is the female lead.
But now, the man with "Wang Peng's" face said he was Zhao Mingtao, and the seat next to him was empty.
Obviously, it is impossible for one person to be both Wang Peng and Zhao Mingtao.
Is it the dream in the movie that is fake, or is it the "reality" at this moment that is fake?
Two seconds later, Tang Xin Jue didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Where did Feng Wan go?"
Zhao Mingtao subconsciously glanced at his deskmate's empty seat and curled his lips, saying, "They must have gone out to play with Sun Qian again. They must know why Wang Peng was taken away by the homeroom teacher, but they just won't tell us. I hate it most when you girls are so pretentious. Li Xiaoyu, don't learn to be pretentious like them. Know your own business."
Hearing this commanding tone, the girl was startled for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on her face:
"So, you're teaching me how to do things?"
Zhao Mingtao: “…”
Hearing the soft and thin voice, he was stunned for two seconds before reacting, and he was quite angry and embarrassed: "What do you mean? I shouldn't pay attention to you. You can't even understand what people say. No wonder Feng Wan and the others never play with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bell rang, and the previously quiet classroom suddenly became noisy. Someone came over to play basketball with him, and Zhao Mingtao immediately stood up, glaring at Tang Xinjue before leaving. "Put your Chinese homework on my desk. I have to copy it next class, okay?"
The door was slammed shut. In the bustling classroom, the girl's expression became gloomy, and a cold sense of distance rose around her.
After pondering for a few seconds, Tang Xinjue began to observe his position—or rather, the position belonging to "Li Xiaoyu." There was a storage space beneath the student's desk, cluttered with things. When he removed the books and test papers from the outer layer, a pile of small glass bottles rolled out from the innermost layer.
Tang Xinjue took out the glass bottles and saw that some of the bottles were filled with notes, some were filled with various tablets and capsules, and some were filled with red ropes, red liquids, sand and other indistinguishable substances.
Take out the paper from the bottle. Each piece of paper is marked with the time and small words written below:
"On September 5th, Wang Peng was taken away by his homeroom teacher and lectured. I heard it at the door. It was because the love letter he wrote to Feng Wan was reported."
This was probably what Zhao Mingtao was asking. After reading it, Tang Xinjue closed the note and opened the next one:
"On the evening of September 4th, I followed Wang Peng out of the school gate and was discovered by Feng Wan and her friends. They laughed at me and said I looked like a dog."
"Early on September 3rd, I noticed Feng Wan had brought sanitary pads to school. Her period started later this month than last month, and it seemed to be more painful."
"At noon on September 2nd, Zhao Mingtao's gums started bleeding after he ate braised pork rice, so he went to the restroom to rinse his mouth. Unfortunately, I couldn't go into the men's restroom, so I couldn't see the severity of the bleeding..."
…
After reading more than a dozen notes, the image of "Li Xiaoyu" gradually formed in Tang Xinjue's mind:
A complete voyeur.
Judging from the records on the note, Li Xiaoyu not only likes to follow people and secretly observe other people's privacy, but also likes to record other people's bad luck or injuries, write them on notes and hide them in glass bottles.
In addition, two code books were found on the desk. Without knowing the code, there was no way to get the information inside. Tang Xin Jue put them aside for the time being and reviewed the existing information.
Judging from what is happening now, the so-called "movie replay" is actually pulling the candidates into the movie, experiencing it firsthand from the perspective of the movie characters.
Now, she has become "Li Xiaoyu".
Pushing the table aside and standing up, Tang Xinjue paced around the classroom, checking out the environment.
The horror movie "Death Record of Class 3-1" has only five minutes of actual plot, and only three characters are involved - Wang Peng, Feng Wan, and the dean of studies.
The four people who appeared in the options, including Li Xiaoyu, were also students in the same class. Coincidentally, they all appeared on Li Xiaoyu's notes. From the notes, it was clear that Li Xiaoyu harbored ill will towards them.
So, could the ending in the movie where almost everyone turns into evil spirits be a dream that Li Xiaoyu had?
Tang Xinjue stopped in front of the first row of tables and chairs near the podium, close to the door.
The draft blew the textbook on the table open, and a name was marked on the title page: Wang Peng.
It seems that this is Wang Peng’s real position.
When he opened his deskmate's book, he also saw a name engraved on it: "Sun Qian".
Then there is only one person left who has not appeared yet... Tang Xinjue cast his gaze towards the table behind Sun Qian.
"Put your hands down! What are you doing?"
Suddenly, a rude scolding sounded from behind. A guy with a buzz cut rushed up and stopped at the table behind Sun Qian. He carefully checked the table a few times, and after confirming that nothing was missing, he raised his head, frowned, and said sternly to Tang Xinjue:
"I'm warning you, if you dare to steal from me, I'll break your legs, strip you naked, and throw you on the playground to feed the dogs!"
Tang Xinjue looked at him and asked, "Are you Qian Zhi?"
"Nonsense. I'm not Qian Zhi, your father?" The boy cursed and put all his things into his schoolbag. He came over and pushed her, "I'm annoyed just by seeing you. Get out of here."
Before he could push her shoulder, Qian Zhi's arm suddenly sank, and the girl grabbed it with her backhand. He sneered, "You still dare to attack me? I think you want to die... Shit, it hurts!"
The words stopped halfway on his lips, Qian Zhi opened his eyes wide in surprise, and struggled with his arms several times, but he didn't move at all as if he was clamped by an iron clamp. Instead, the severe pain from his bones made his facial features distorted. He had to grimace and shout to stop, and then he fell into the seat with a slight force relieved.
Tang Xin Jue withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and said lightly, "Do you know where Wang Peng and Sun Qian are now?"
Qian Zhi rubbed his arm and looked at her as if he had seen a ghost: "How should I know... Wait, don't come over! I know, I know!"
The boy spoke quickly: "Wang Peng is the class monitor. He must be waiting in the teacher's office to pick up his homework. Sun Qian and Sun Qian must be with Feng Wan. I don't know where they are."
After saying this, as if afraid that Tang Xinjue would attack again, he picked up his schoolbag and was about to run, but his steps froze as the bag strap was grabbed.
Qian Zhi: "..."
Tang Xin Jue continued to ask, "Have I ever stolen something before? When?"
Qian Zhi: "Uh, the whole class says so..."
Tang Xinjue exerted force on his hands: "Who said that?"
Qian Zhi swallowed and quickly changed his words: "It's all Feng Wan and Sun Qian! They always tell others that you stole things. If you want to settle the score, go find them. I know nothing!"
After saying that, he took advantage of the slight weakening of Tang Xin Jue's strength and ran away.
The boy disappeared outside the door, and Tang Xinjue followed him. However, when he looked in the direction Qian Zhi ran, the corridor was empty.
The students playing and chatting, the noisy voices, and the figures coming and going all disappeared.
Feeling the abnormal silence, Tang Xinjue narrowed his eyes slightly.
She realized one thing: if the movie was about a "dream", then where she was now, was the reality before the dream, or another different version of the dream?
Without hesitation, he used [Appraise] on himself and the air, and the following information emerged in his mind:
[An ordinary human female high school student]
[An ordinary school, perhaps there are hidden stories inside]
Not surprised by this result, Tang Xinjue closed his eyes and captured the perception in his sea of consciousness.
[Mind Control (Level 1): The first step to control is self-control. You have a fairly sophisticated understanding of your own mind.]
If this is a dream, then the mental power will definitely be able to detect it... After a while, Tang Xinjue opened his eyes and confirmed that this is reality.
Since this is reality and there is a spatial fault, there is only one possibility - it is the setting of the movie itself.
Her thoughts turned as Tang Xinjue walked deeper into the corridor. She stopped again when she heard singing in the silent corridor.
There was a bathroom at the corner in front, and the sounds of music, singing and laughter came from inside.
Walking in, Tang Xinjue saw two long-haired girls leaning against the windowsill with their backs to the sink, chatting.
"No way, Wang Peng really wrote you a love letter?"
One of the girls with a bun asked another girl with long hair.
The long-haired girl giggled: "Of course, I saw the love letter in the office. Unfortunately, my deskmate Zhao Mingtao reported it to the teacher, so I can't see the content. Tell me, do they both like me?"
The girl with the ball-shaped hair also laughed: "How do you know it was Zhao Mingtao who reported it?"
"The love letter was placed on my desk and I wasn't there. Who else knew about it besides him?"
The two of them were talking quietly, not noticing someone coming in. Tang Xinjue walked to the sink and found a cell phone on the counter. A song was playing, and a young girl's voice was singing:
"If You See What I See"
"You will understand me"
"If You Were Me"
“You will make the same choice.”
“We’re all the same”
“Everyone is the same”
Welcome to our world
"Understanding everything we do—"
The whispered conversation disappeared, Tang Xinjue took a step back suddenly, and a toilet plunger appeared in his hand to block a falling object.
The object fell to the ground and it was a piece of peeling wall paint.
Pieces of wall peeled off, one by one, then two by two. From the top to the sides, the white walls rapidly aged and peeled, turning dark yellow and full of stains. Meanwhile, the two girls on the edge of the windowsill disappeared.
The mirror in front of the sink reflects the appearance of "Li Xiaoyu".
Pieces of skin fell off the withered body of the short-haired girl like wall paint, leaving dark red bloodstains. She grinned and looked at Tang Xinjue outside the mirror with a smile on her face.
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