The student in the first row had a split head. He held his bloody brain in his left hand and calculated with a pen in the other hand.

They passed the second and first floors. The corridor was quiet, the front and back doors were closed tightly, and no student left the classroom.

Everyone ran to the empty downstairs in one go, smelled the fresh air, and felt their foggy brains become much clearer.

The school song is almost coming to an end.

The lyrics are filled with whispers.

"Come back...Come back..."

Under the grey sky, the atmosphere was dull and depressing. Weeds and fallen leaves were piled on the roadside, and the wild wind was lingering, as if they were trapped here like them, unable to get out.

The sky was getting lower and lower, almost level with the three-story building.

Suzuki Sakuraji didn't see Gwyneth, but saw Panson and a group of American psychics walking in one direction, and signaled her companions to follow.

They followed Pantheon all the way to the washroom, from which blood flowed like a winding stream on the gray ground.

Pan Sen's face darkened and he pushed the door open and walked in.

Suzuki Sakura and other psychics followed closely behind.

The scene before them made the people behind them gasp.

Gwyneth's body lay in the tank.

Not only her, there were many corpses in blue and white school uniforms, floating in the air. Many familiar faces could be seen, including several students from the Yinbang class, some of whom were in the classroom just now.

The water in the water tank has been contaminated and turned into bloody water. It is connected to several large and deep blue plastic barrels, and the other side of the plastic barrels is connected to a row of backpack-type manual pesticide sprayers next to it.

The blood and corpse fluid are pesticides.

*

Here, Ajin met her homeroom teacher Miyamoto Rie who was coming out of the cafeteria. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth contentedly, and her body smelled strongly of meat.

"Mr. Miyamoto."

Ajin trotted over and called out, then under the other person's cold gaze, he respectfully handed over the school badge with both hands.

The school badge was a bit old. Unlike the newly issued ones, there were many wear and scratches on the transparent plastic surface.

The information on the school sign disappeared.

It's like it had never appeared, just a blank.

Miyamoto Rie's expression was stunned: "What is this?"

Ah Jin didn't know what to say, so he chose his words carefully: "This was left by one of your former students... Don't you remember?"

Miyamoto Rie rubbed her sunken temples and showed a painful expression: "I don't remember... No, I seem to have some impression... Maybe I once taught such a student, my memory is not very good...

Thanks for giving it to me, I almost forgot...

I will give you the credit you deserve.”

Miyamoto Rie regained her composure and left with her school badge.

A mechanical voice rang in Jin's ear: [You helped the head teacher remember a student who had left, and received her gratitude. Credits +5]

The previous 0.1 points instantly became 5.1 points.

Wow! The boss is generous!

It’s enough for him to check in at the club for fifty days!

The gazes around him were vague, and when he thought about how students could compete for credits with each other, Ajin suppressed the emotion on his face.

The current peace is just an illusion. No one has taken action to grab the credits yet because everyone has very few credits and it is not cost-effective.

He had already skipped class, and if he went back now he would have to face the teacher's wrath, so Ajin simply used this time to look for a well.

He had explored most places in the school, except for a few places that sounded dangerous, and he couldn't remember where there were any abandoned wells.

Ajin used the reasoning method he learned from his teammates to profile based on the language environment and behavioral logic.

The only clue he got about the ghost story mentioned a dry well.

It was full of mud and fallen leaves, but no water.

The girl accidentally fell into the well when she went to the teaching building to get her diary. As a student here, she should have walked this road many times. Knowing there was a well, she should have been careful to avoid it.

So, it's probably not such an obvious place.

That well may not be the well for drawing water.

Instead, we check the sewage manholes on a daily basis.

The girl did not notice that the manhole cover had been moved by someone else, and since she often walked this route, she accidentally fell in.

Such manholes are quite common in schools.

Ajin searched along the road from the girls' dormitory to the teaching building.

If people were often dragged into this well, there should be obvious traces around it.

Ajin avoided crowded places and focused on comparison. He soon found something unusual in a manhole next to the green lawn on the left side of the teaching building.

The lawns nearby are all flat, except for this one, which has a very obvious mark that looks like it was flattened after skiing on the grass.

This trace can already be seen

Ah Jin summoned a plastic surgery ghost, stood far away, stretched out a foot and pointed at the manhole cover in the air, "Here?"

The plastic surgeon nodded.

Ah Jin has already understood the uses of these three plastic surgery ghosts. They won't speak unless he asks them actively. It was the case with the Tailing Ghost that time and the Sheep Village Flower this time as well. They are pure dumb meat shields.

Ajin wanted to do something more useful and weird.

But the weird things he has seen so far are just as weird as these three plastic surgery ghosts, and he has not yet met the guest he likes.

Ajin called them out to help drag open the heavy manhole cover.

The lid made a heavy "clang" sound.

A strong stench emanated from it, hitting the top of his head.

There were many skeletons piled up in the well. The flesh on these skeletons was almost rotten. The leg bones were on top and the heads were on the bottom, standing upside down.

The stench was so strong that Ajin felt a sharp pain in his brain. The flowery screen pattern from the old TV appeared out of nowhere in front of him, and there were constant whispers in his ears.

He appeared slightly contaminated.

No way, this is too poisonous!

[A school ghost story has been discovered: a dry well. 】

[Please call her name and bury her bones. ]

Name? How did he know the name?

Ajin's thinking was also affected by the mild pollution.

He could hear a clicking sound coming from down in the well, getting closer.

Then, a cold and strong force came from behind, pressing his neck and head down forcefully. Thanks to the three plastic surgery ghosts holding him back, he did not fall headfirst into the water.

But he was outnumbered and still slowly approached the wellhead.

Jin lets one of the plastic surgery ghosts take a bite on his arm.

The second one who was named rubbed his hands excitedly, grinned with his sharp teeth, and bit off most of his arm with a roar.

The severe pain and the smell of blood brought Ajin back to consciousness briefly.

He kept thinking back to the vision he had seen in the club room.

Go to the teaching building to get the forgotten notebook.

Fell accidentally.

The voice for help is blocked

Missing girl.

No...headache...name...

With his head buried in the well and his hands firmly on the edge, Ajin frantically recalled all the names he knew in his mind.

"I know...you are, you are Hina!"