The middle-aged man obviously had no intention of answering Chen Ge's question. In his opinion, Chen Ge was just a freshman who was ignorant of the immensity of the world.

"You talk so much!"

The raised wooden chair smashed towards Chen Ge's shoulder. The middle-aged man did not want to leave any obvious scars on Chen Ge. They were experienced and knew how to hit people the most painfully without leaving any marks.

“Bang!”

The chair hit the wall of the corridor, and Chen Ge narrowly avoided it.

"You still dare to resist?" The scar on the middle-aged man's face began to twist, and several companions behind him also walked towards this side.

"When I arrived, someone had already told the teachers that they would be here soon." No one believed Chen Ge's words. His body was shaking and his eyes were wandering. All the details told everyone here that he was lying and he was very scared.

"Do you believe what you said?" The middle-aged man dragged the chair towards Chen Ge again. Chen Ge dodged backwards, saw the gap, and ran deeper into the warehouse area.

The further they went in, the more desolate the place became. No one thought that Chen Ge would seek his own death, so they reacted a little slowly.

By the time they realized it, Chen Ge had already rushed out several meters.

"Look how scared this kid is. He can't even tell the direction." The middle-aged man and several other men who came out of the warehouse looked at each other, and bloodshot appeared in their pupils.

"Chase him quickly! Don't let him get away!" Several students in Chen Ge's class had not yet figured out the situation, and they were still thinking about teaching Chen Ge a lesson.

Those wandering ghosts outside the school did not move immediately, as if they wanted Chen Ge to run further away.

"Don't worry, he can't run away." An old man at the edge of the crowd licked his lips, swallowed his saliva, and raised a finger to the other people: "I want one portion, and the rest you can share equally."

"Old man, half a cent is enough for you." The middle-aged man threw a wooden chair in front of several students and said, "Stay here. The deep corridor is very dangerous. We don't know how many people who don't belong to this school are hiding in there."

Seeing that Chen Ge was about to disappear from sight, those alien monsters that did not belong to the ghost school started chasing after him.

They deliberately kept a distance from Chen Ge, hoping that Chen Ge could run further to facilitate their next actions, which happened to be what Chen Ge wanted to see.

The two sides inexplicably reached a tacit understanding, one chasing and the other fleeing, running through two corridors, and finally Chen Ge took the initiative to stop.

He pretended to be exhausted and hid in a shabby toilet at the end of the corridor.

"The door pusher of the psychic ghost school first pushed the door open in the toilet. Now I am forced into the toilet again. Is this a coincidence or God's will?"

The man who pushed the door was injured in the last compartment, and Chen Ge also hid in the last compartment this time.

The corridor was filled with blood mist, the campus was deserted, and there was no one around. The only sounds I could hear were my own heartbeat and breathing.

“Crunch.”

The door was pushed open and footsteps were heard. The other person's shoes seemed to step on blood, mixed with a strange sound.

"Has this happened to that child before?"

History repeats itself, but this time the victim is Chen Ge.

"Are you here?"

A shrill male voice came from the toilet door. Those wandering ghosts outside the school were playing tricks on Chen Ge.

“Crack…”

The door of the first compartment was slowly pushed open, and footsteps gradually approached.

Chen Ge took a breath, and the scene he saw on the top floor of the teaching building emerged in his mind. What he was experiencing now might have been what the child endured before he died.

Fear, anxiety, and a quickened heartbeat. I covered my mouth and nose tightly to prevent myself from making any sound. My back was pressed tightly against the wall. The strength in my body was drained bit by bit, and I curled up in the corner of the dirty toilet cubicle.

My thin body was shaking constantly, and my brain was filled with fear of what they would do to me if I were caught. All kinds of negative emotions were tormenting my brain and soul. How could an underage child face all this alone?

Being in the situation himself, Chen Ge understood those children better. Adults look at the world differently from children, and the fear in children's eyes is also different from that in adults.

Rubbing his cold palms, Chen Ge stopped thinking: "Did that voice appear again?"

"Are you here?"

The door to the second compartment was pushed open, and their voices sounded very strange, like a ghost that could not be shaken off, following closely.

"I saw you, I knew you were hiding here."

The door of the third cubicle was pushed open, the blood mist in the air became much thicker, and the toilet became more and more depressing.

The faint smell of blood stimulated everyone, their eyes were bloodshot, and everyone with excited and distorted faces squeezed into the toilet.

"We're about to catch you."

The scar was oozing blood. The middle-aged man took the rope he found in the warehouse and ran his fingers across the toilet door, tapping it gently. His movements were graceful and he was enjoying the process.

"There's no fourth stall either. It looks like he's in the last stall."

The nails rubbed against the wooden board, making a creepy sound, and the footsteps stopped at the door of the last cubicle.

"Are you here?"

The door lock shook, and my uneasy heart beat along with it. The bully had already prepared himself, and the ending was already determined.

"Locked? I know you're in there! Come out, come out!"

The toilet cubicle door was pounded and shook continuously. How helpless the child hiding inside must be. He could only face those terrifying guys alone and bear it all alone.

“Come out, come out!”

The noise outside was getting louder and louder, the sound of footsteps, shouting, and pounding on the door, the combination of these three could drive a person crazy.

“Bang!”

The old lock couldn't withstand so many people hammering at it, and the cubicle door was eventually smashed open.

The middle-aged man who rushed in first grabbed the rope and squeezed in before the compartment door was fully opened.

"Drag him out! Drag him out!"

The people behind were shouting, but there was no response from the middle-aged man, as if he had disappeared.

“Crack…”

The door panel with a broken lock slowly opened, and a ticking sound rang in everyone's ears.

Fresh blood oozed out from under the door, a strong smell of blood hit the face, and the narrow toilet cubicle was packed with people.

"You wanted to fight, but I wanted to kill and silence the witnesses. Our goals were different from the beginning."

Chen Ge closed the comic book, leaned against the wall, and threw a reddish-brown blood clot upward with his palm. It looked like a withered heart.

"If I swallow all of you, Bai Qiulin should be able to wear red clothes, right?"