Chapter 66 Grave Numbers Above All 28 Sixth Middle School
Hearing what Man B said, the others nodded in agreement, but their responses were different. The others kept hearing people calling their names, but they couldn't make a sound when they tried to answer.
Wu Wangwang suddenly realized something and hurriedly asked, "What kind of sounds did you hear?"
"young."
"A man."
"A woman."
The students described very similar characteristics, so Wu Wangwang looked up at Ling Yuanshan and gestured to him: Isn't this the ghost that didn't come last night?
Ling Yuanshan quickly finished his breakfast, which tasted alright, and Wu Wangwang did the same. Then they told the students to hurry back to their dorms and hide after they finished eating, as they were going to look for clues.
As they left the cafeteria, Wu Wangwang lowered her voice and asked, "I was the one who carried the belongings, and some of them were in their locker room. Why did they still come looking for us?"
"The ghosts suddenly not following the NPCs that the players replaced must have encountered some accident. If we find out what happened and can regain the ghosts' protection, we can get through a month in peace," Ling Yuanshan said confidently.
The ghosts are still trying to find the players, but they haven't been able to make contact. With their help, it won't be easy for other teachers and students to harm them later.
So far, the only ghost that has been confirmed to have appeared is the senior student from the opera house. It just so happens that Ling Yuanshan is replacing Gao Hu, so maybe out of respect for Gao Hu, the senior student will be willing to come out and meet him.
The art building was deserted; thankfully, the elevators were still running, saving them the trouble of climbing the stairs.
Upon reaching the music floor and stepping out of the elevator, they heard singing again, this time a different song. According to the chat log, the song actually reflected the singing senior's feelings; whatever song she sang reflected her current mood.
The music today still seems heavy.
Ling Yuanshan and Wu Wangwang exchanged a glance. He said, "I'll go in first. She hasn't made a sound since you opened the door last time. Maybe the ghost needs to contact the student alone."
"Then be careful." Wu Wangwang had no objection and stopped not far from the opera house.
As Ling Yuanshan moved forward, the singing gradually became clearer. The moment he pushed open the door, Ling Yuanshan saw his senior classmate, dressed in a gorgeous dance dress, singing loudly on the stage in the distance. She did not stop, spinning tirelessly on the stage like a music box doll.
The song wasn't particularly long. After the senior student finished singing, it was as if the puppet had lost its strings and stood lifelessly in the center of the stage.
Ling Yuanshan slowly walked inside: "Senior, I think I can't find anyone else."
Before she could finish speaking, the magnificent chandelier on the stage suddenly fell, smashing the senior's head into a bloody mist, splattering flesh and brains everywhere.
The singing slowly rose from the messy stage; it was a cheerful melody, as if celebrating the death of the stage's female protagonist.
Ling Yuanshan frowned. He quickly ran to the edge of the stage, jumped up in a few steps, and the stage lamp buried the senior's body under it. The shattered glass cut her body beyond recognition, and even the heavy and gorgeous dance dress failed to protect her body in the slightest.
"Senior, what do you mean by this? I don't understand," Ling Yuanshan asked tentatively.
Wu Wangwang heard Ling Yuanshan's voice from outside. She also sensed what was happening inside. After a moment's thought, she ran to the opera house door and peeked inside.
The opera house doors are quite a distance from the stage, and no matter how good one's eyesight is, from this position one will only see a bunch of colored blocks.
It just so happens that the position near the door is relatively high, offering a panoramic view of the entire stage.
The senior's head was shattered into pieces, blood splattered everywhere, forming a blurry pattern in the center of the stage.
After observing for a while, Wu Wangwang had a flash of inspiration: "Young Master, come up and take a look!"
Ling Yuanshan heard Wu Wangwang's voice. He couldn't see any information from the senior's body, so he quickly ran back to the door and asked, "What's wrong?"
“Look,” Wu Wangwang said, pointing to the stage.
Then Ling Yuanshan turned around, looked at the bloodstains on the stage, and asked, puzzled, "It's just bloodstains, what's wrong with that?"
Wu Wangwang could only say, "Look closely, the bloodstains form the shape of the old campus, and the broken glass light bulbs are vegetation, but you can't tell. Where are you going to look?"
Hearing Wu Wangwang say this, Ling Yuanshan also found it increasingly plausible. After pondering for a while, he suddenly said, "Ah! The music classroom! When those ten people first gathered together, wasn't it in the music classroom of the old campus?"
"The one in the video?" Wu Wangwang asked.
Ling Yuanshan nodded: "Yes, the chat logs mentioned that the reason the ten of them chose that place was because many people used to like listening to music, but in those days, the equipment for listening to songs was not good, and it was not as convenient as it is now. Moreover, music is the best way to recall the past, and those ghosts who died in the old campus missed that place even more."
After the two thanked their senior, all the lights in the opera house went out instantly. The senior fell silent, and the bloodstains on the stage disappeared as if they had never existed.
Having obtained the most crucial information, Wu Wangwang and Ling Yuanshan rushed to the old campus. There was just too much to do; yesterday they had only been busy investigating the dormitories and assumed that the ten students' phones wouldn't contain any other information, but they found out there was.
By this time, the other players had already eaten dinner and started wandering around the campus. There were others who also wanted to visit the old campus, but they didn't want to go with Wu Wangwang and Ling Yuanshan, so they deliberately avoided them.
They ran smoothly all the way to the old campus art building, which was deserted and the door signs were rusted and barely legible. Wu Wangwang and Ling Yuanshan were stunned downstairs.
The video was filmed last year. After a year, the vegetation in the old campus has become more lush, making it difficult to distinguish which classroom is on which floor.
"Damn it, the video didn't capture the house number." Ling Yuanshan slammed his fist in frustration.
Wu Wangwang looked up at the floor plan and said, "Let's look at them one by one. It's impossible for every classroom to be the same."
This is the only way to deal with the situation, since they couldn't find a floor plan in the security room on the first floor either, probably because the school had cleared out the area after the district change.
Fortunately, there are still significant differences between the classrooms. Art students draw all sorts of things in the classroom, while the video shows that music classrooms have sheet music written on the blackboard, and teachers and students occasionally come to practice, thus preserving some of the corresponding traces.
They searched all the way to the fourth floor and finally confirmed that it was the classroom from the video by looking at the old marks on the windows.
The classroom was older, but the desks didn't seem that dirty.
Ling Yuanshan reached out and touched a table; it wasn't dusty. "It seems like there's always someone around here."
Unlike other classrooms, the floor wasn't covered in dust, leaving footprints with every step.
But there was no one in the classroom. In order to make it easier for students to perform on stage, this kind of music classroom does not even have a podium. There is only a shelf for displaying sheet music and an extra whiteboard. It can be said that everything is exposed. If someone or a ghost is hiding here, they should be able to see it.
Wu Wangwang recalled that the chat logs mentioned that before everyone became familiar with each other, they couldn't actually see the ghosts that others had invited. Therefore, in order to facilitate communication, a group was created, and the ghosts gave themselves a virtual account to place in the group so they could chat with them. Otherwise, they could only rely on the person in question to relay the information.
Thinking of this, Wu Wangwang took out Ge Nan's phone, turned on the recording mode, and as soon as she raised it, she saw a pretty girl sitting in the front row. She was facing Wu Wangwang's camera with a calm look in her eyes. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there watching her.
Seeing the other person's face, Wu Wangwang turned her gaze away from her phone, making sure she couldn't see it, only on her phone. Remembering the contents of the file, she whispered, "The beginning?"
The girl who jumped to her death last December was named Wen Shou. This name is actually quite strange and not very pleasant for a girl. She once explained in a group chat that her parents gave her this name because they hoped she would always be number one.
Ling Yuanshan turned around in surprise when he heard Wu Wangwang call out her name: "You saw it?"
Wu Wangwang nodded, gesturing for him to come over: "Cellphone."
In the video, Wen Shou looked at them quietly, not much different from her appearance in the previous video, except that the smile on her face was gone.
Unsure if they could communicate, Wu Wangwang tentatively asked, "Wen Shou, are you alright?"
After hearing this, Wen Shou simply raised his hand to his lips and put his index finger up, signaling for silence.
This action is strange. There are only the three of them in the house during the day. Where would they need to be quiet?
But Wu Wangwang and Ling Yuanshan instinctively held their breath and did not give birth.
Suddenly, blood gushed from Wen Shou's mouth. She used her pale fingers to dab the flowing blood and wrote four words on the nearest table: "Cannot lower the score."
As soon as he finished writing, the beginning of the text seemed to fall from a great height, its body instantly shattering into pieces, directly covering the bloody words on the table.
The camera lens went blurry instantly, and when they tried to film it again, no other ghosts appeared.
“I’ve thought of a not-so-good detail,” Wu Wangwang said quietly.
“Me too…” Ling Yuanshan nodded in agreement.
The two exchanged a glance and then sighed together. They suddenly realized that the rule of prioritizing grades not only restricted teachers and students, but also these students who had died in school.
They went to great lengths to help the students, but last year the students' grades dropped due to various accidents, which in turn affected the ghosts who followed them.
Judging from the current situation, it's fortunate that the person mentioned at the beginning of the article is a recent ghost, and the opera school senior has not been in trouble yet because Gao Hu has worked hard to stabilize her grades. It's hard to say what will happen to the others.
Wu Wangwang asked helplessly, "What do we do now? In this state, Wen Shou can't tell us any more information, but if we ask her, she will also be punished if our performance fluctuates later."
Ling Yuanshan thought for a while and said, "This is not right. We should abide by the school rules, but have you noticed that the death rules were set by some students themselves? This means that outside of the school rules, powerful students can easily decide life and death. So why should the students mentioned at the beginning be restricted?"
"But there's a rule in the school rules that a failed suicide attempt results in a major demerit," Wu Wangwang reminded him.
In other words, malicious ghosts also use school rules to kill people. If they succeed in committing suicide, they are no longer violating school rules, but they still die. If they fail to die, they will still die after accepting the punishment of school rules. It cannot be said that ghosts set rules outside of school rules; they simply use school rules to derive rules that are useful to themselves.
After a moment's thought, Ling Yuanshan agreed with Wu Wangwang's statement: "You're right. School rules are still the core. We can't find the initial case for now. The cases in the archives should have been mixed up with the real accident cases in the early days. It would be troublesome if we made a mistake. Why don't we find the person who set the school rules and first determine why the school rules have such a strong binding force?"
"Who exactly set the school rules?" Wu Wangwang asked uncertainly.
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Author's Note: [End of Chapter]
Wu Wangwang: How about we take them out and write our own school rules? [Starry-eyed]
Ling Yuanshan: Great minds think alike. [Thumbs up]
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