Chapter 64 Grave Numbers Above All 26 Sixth Middle School
The corpse shed dark red tears: "I don't know. Everyone has things they value, and the obsessions they can't let go of are different, so the rules of death are naturally different as well."
This is telling Wu Wangwang that the dead have also joined this intimidation, and some people will die from other fears.
Moreover, the corpse also said that she felt something touching her stomach before she died; there were rules before her.
Wu Wangwang asked one last question: "Were you the one answering your dorm leader's call?"
Even in the corpse's bloodshot eyes, a look of confusion could still be seen: "What are you talking about?"
“I said, on the night you died, you told your dorm leader that you had your period. Did you say that yourself?” Wu Wangwang repeated.
After a long silence, the corpse slowly shook its head: "No, I didn't say that. I swear on my own eyes."
That's enough. Wu Wangwang put away the scissors: "Unravel the illusion. I'm going to find your killer. You also want to know how you died, don't you?"
No ghost who died unjustly could refuse this request. The corpse slowly closed its eyes, and the surroundings instantly became even more dilapidated. Ling Yuanshan's figure reappeared outside the door. He looked anxious and rushed into the dormitory after seeing Wu Wangwang. He grabbed Wu Wangwang's arm and asked, "Are you alright?"
Wu Wangwang glanced down at his hand and shook her head: "I'm fine. I just encountered an illusion, which alerted the referee."
Alarming the referee is basically tantamount to a decision to resolve the issue. Ling Yuanshan frowned: "You've found a way to pass the level?"
The referee answered first: "The only way to pass is to take the college entrance examination. No matter how many people and things you encounter here, you must ignore them and honestly take the college entrance examination. That's what a proper high school student should do."
After saying that, the referee disappeared into the dormitory.
Ling Yuanshan pondered for a moment, then asked Wu Wangwang, "What exactly happened?"
Wu Wangwang told him what had just happened, and finally sighed, "Alas, the victim in 504 is not the first."
"It's alright, at least we have a direction. Let's go back and check the second and third place in her year." Ling Yuanshan was used to this kind of endless search. If we search slowly, we'll eventually find the truth.
Wu Wangwang followed Ling Yuanshan outside. There were no more clues here. After going through a lot of things, the sky outside was still not completely dark. It was a beautiful blue-purple color, with the first twinkling stars hanging in the sky.
As Wu Wangwang passed by other dilapidated dormitories in the corridor, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: "Ling Yuanshan, wait, I just remembered... the night Jingjing died, she saw the third-ranked girl. Did the third-ranked girl give her something?"
They had all overlooked this problem. Wu Wangwang immediately ran back. She went back into room 504 and ran to the outside of the dilapidated bathroom. She saw a dark figure curled up in the corner of the bathroom. The surrounding dust, rust, and garbage were all covered by the dark figure. If you were not mentally prepared, you would probably be scared out of your wits if you suddenly saw such a thing.
Wu Wangwang took out scissors: "Where's Jingjing?"
This dark figure was not the same as Jingjing from before; its aura was different.
Ling Yuanshan caught up at this moment and saw Wu Wangwang staring coldly at the bathroom. He quickly realized what was inside, so he rushed over with his knife. The long knife was indeed not very useful in the room, and he stabbed the dark figure in one go, and bright red blood flowed out.
The shadowy figure remained silent. Wu Wangwang frowned, then pulled Ling Yuanshan back, saying, "If you're not speaking, it seems you have separate rules. Let's come in again."
The two then left room 504 and waited a few minutes before re-entering. This time, the room was suddenly filled with a bloody smell. Wu Wangwang smelled the source and looked down at the table next to the window.
That was a very dark and dirty corner. Even if someone lived there, they would feel uncomfortable looking at it, let alone a building that is now abandoned.
As Wu Wangwang walked to the platform, the first thing she saw was a girl with a twisted body below the platform. Her eyes were bulging, her tongue was sticking out, and there were bleeding scratches on her face. Her whole face was purple from suffocation, and there was a thin nylon rope around her neck.
She was hanged from a platform less than half a person's height, her face contorted in a grotesque and disheveled state.
Ling Yuanshan couldn't bear to look away; he couldn't imagine how cruel a person could be to do something so horrific.
However, Wu Wangwang suddenly said, "She committed suicide."
"What?" Ling Yuanshan looked at her in surprise.
“The platform is too low, and there are no leg injuries from struggling. If she had been held down, given the adrenaline rush before death, the abuser would have left bruises on her. But if it was suicide, there wouldn’t be these marks left by others.” Wu Wangwang showed a hint of pity.
Before she died, she could have stood up and lived anytime she wanted, but she didn't.
Wu Wangwang stepped forward, raised his hand and gently closed the girl's eyes: "May you break free from the ropes and escape the terror."
Ling Yuanshan didn't understand why Wu Wangwang would suddenly do such a thing, and at this moment, Wu Wangwang's already dark eyes seemed even more unfathomable.
After saying that, Wu Wangwang stood up. Her eyes looked perfectly normal. She said, "It seems we've missed our chance. From now on, every time we come in, the dead we encounter will be different."
It's like a selection and sorting process. Too many people have died here, and everyone has their own firm rules. In order to avoid conflict, everyone has created a sorting rule. Whoever is unlucky enough to encounter the corresponding deceased will be subject to a different death rule.
They didn't know how long they would have to try to run into Jingjing again, so instead of wasting that time, they decided to follow the known clues.
To find clues, we need to go to the library. The library is only open for a short time at night, so we can't delay any longer.
After leaving the dormitory building, on their way back to the library, Wu Wangwang explained her conjecture in detail.
First, through the suicide note and chat logs, we know that the school has an additional rule about the coexistence of the dead and the dead, namely, the possessions of the deceased. The possessions can summon the dead, but the reason for this rule is not yet clear.
Secondly, as Senior Flute had mentioned at the beginning, summoning ghosts is risky, and not every time you can summon a good ghost. It was only with Senior Flute's help in selecting and contacting ghosts that the students were able to find kind-hearted spirits.
Finally, there is a negative example: the deceased best friend of female B. The cause of her death is unknown. The surveillance footage from that day showed that male B did nothing, but male B had been in the group chat. Would he really do nothing?
These details combine to form a set of campus rules: students can use their belongings to gain academic support, companionship, and even a real psychologist, but these rules can also be used to kill top-ranked students.
However, the latter behavior should be restricted, otherwise the number of people who die in schools every year would be much higher. There can only be one first place, and who wouldn't want to be the first place?
Therefore, Wu Wangwang suggested that while looking for the first student in the school to die due to triggering the rules, they should also look for the rules restricting the number of deaths on the teachers' side. Perhaps the rules limiting the number of deaths could protect them.
Ling Yuanshan thought Wu Wangwang's analysis made a lot of sense: "In that case, I'll check the teachers' information later and see if their usual rules are in the library's archives."
It's very late today, and there's hardly anyone on the huge campus. Even if there were, you couldn't hear them from far away. The students are probably hiding in their dorms. As long as they don't come out, the rules in the dorms can't do anything to them for the time being. Who knows what kind of trouble the players are causing.
When they arrived at their seats for the afternoon, Ling Yuanshan quickly finished his work since there wasn't much time left. He first checked his report card, then the list of deaths from that year, and finally the teacher's rules for following the rules. He didn't look at them carefully, but printed them all out. There weren't many copies, so Wu Wangwang stood by the printer to collect them.
The year Jingjing died, the top scorer in the college entrance examination was indeed a boy, while the second place went to a girl who looked very thin and frail. In the graduation photo, she appeared to be in poor mental and physical health.
Since no one knows about Jingjing's relationship, and she only mentioned her ranking without revealing her name, we can only deduce it from her file now.
The records state that the first and second place students were both excellent in character and academics. However, the second place student's grades declined for a period of time in the second year of high school. Less than a month after Jingjing's death, she suddenly recovered and her grades caught up. Unfortunately, she never surpassed the first place student again.
In the first year of high school, Jingjing was actually fourth in class, the third among the boys, the first among the thin girls, and a boy who was second in class suddenly transferred schools in the second semester of the first year.
Furthermore, there was no apparent connection between the first and second place winners and Jingjing. They were simply in the same top class, and according to Jingjing's death statement, these two people were never mentioned, as if they were complete strangers.
The school has a lot of photos saved, including group photos from the first year of high school's military training, photos from the second year of high school's activities, graduation photos from the third year of high school, and many other miscellaneous photos.
Comparing the photos, the girl who came in second place was a vibrant and gentle girl in her first year of high school. However, by her second year, she had become extremely thin. Every year, the school held many events, and the girl would occasionally appear in photos. It was clear that she was so thin that she was practically skin and bones, not like a normal person at all. No wonder her file said that she had been sick and rested for a period of time.
After Jingjing died, the girl looked a little more like a normal person, but she was still very thin, and her eyes became more and more bulging, as if her eyeballs would fall out of their sockets if she exerted any force.
After watching from the side, Ling Yuanshan asked softly, "Don't you think something's wrong?"
Wu Wangwang flipped to the file of the thin girl and said, "No, Jingjing died suddenly. It must have been her doing. Otherwise, Jingjing wouldn't have returned to the dormitory late, causing the room check to take place before she had even finished showering."
"But Jingjing might not accept what she gives her, right? Could it be a small keepsake? Do they have small keepsakes?" Ling Yuanshan felt that even if it was as big as an insect, Jingjing would still notice it, wouldn't she?
Speaking of this, Wu Wangwang took out the Liu Hong Lucky Bag from her schoolbag: "If it's this small... no, cut even smaller, it will be hard to spot."
The lucky bag contained hair and a piece of meat. The meat had been there for so long, but it hadn't rotted or dried out. It still felt like fresh meat to the touch, so it must be no ordinary meat. It was very small inside the lucky bag, and you could hardly feel any protrusion. Moreover, it had the characteristics of fresh meat—it was a bit sticky and could stick perfectly to the hair.
Ling Yuanshan nodded slightly, then paused: "Where did that piece of meat come from? She wouldn't have cut herself to be so thin, would she?"
After saying that, Ling Yuanshan subconsciously looked at the photo. The girl in the photo was so thin that her skin was practically hanging off her bones. It really looked like she had cut off all her flesh.
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Author's Note: [End of Chapter]
Wu Wangwang: Wouldn't it hurt too much to cut yourself? Cutting someone else's should be easier, right? [Sigh]
Ling Yuanshan: ? ? ? [Question mark]
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