Chapter 129 Ouija Board (6) "It sounds like I'm a toy..."
The pen stopped, and there was no further movement.
Sun Enze exploded: "It wasn't me!"
Only his surname was "S" among those present.
Xi Rui's eyes twitched in surprise. Of course he knew it wasn't Sun Enze. If Xiao Ze had the brains, he wouldn't have been bullied to the point of splitting off an axe-wielding war god to solve the problem.
But it wasn't Xie Tan? He couldn't believe it. He tried to find some clues, but Xie Tan's cold poker face was even more impenetrable than his smiling tiger. Let alone finding any clues, he was already exhausted trying to avoid being tricked into a dead end by paying too much attention.
Why S? He could find a connection between Xie Tan and S, but if he did, they could all be associated with S, which would be far-fetched.
He was confident in his judgment; Xie Tan definitely held a key position, or even a controlling one, in this carnival game.
What he should be thinking about is, if it really is Xie Tan, why not use his name instead of the more distantly related "S"?
Teacher Meng glanced at Sun Enze warily a few times. Although she didn't know these three students well, her years of teaching experience allowed her to judge people. This student surnamed Sun was the most naive and posed no threat, unless he was too good at pretending and could fool everyone.
At this point, it's best not to start fighting amongst ourselves, so she said, "Are there other people on campus? After all, the campus is too big, and you two arrived later than me, Xie Tan even later."
Xi Rui's mind raced, the surprise on his face fleeting, before he said in distress, "Oh my god, I was just saying it offhand... Do I really need to ask that?"
"Go ahead and ask, Ouija board spirit, besides the four of us, are there any other people on campus?"
yes.
"sky……"
"Is the mastermind among the others?"
yes.
Unlike Xi Rui, Sun Enze didn't hide his thoughts and couldn't help but look at Xie Tan, unable to believe that the mastermind behind it all wasn't him.
Xie Tan blinked innocently.
It really wasn't him.
He knows nothing, so why doesn't he believe it?
Regarding the mastermind behind it all, the Ouija board only answered "yes," and with an "S." From another angle, the Ouija board stopped providing any new information.
Teacher Meng was filled with anxiety because of this "mastermind," so Xi Rui took over the questioning.
He was very bold. Unable to uncover the mastermind behind the scenes, he went straight to the Ouija board and asked about everything from his name, gender, school, and hometown to his family background, ideals and aspirations, sexual orientation, and how many partners he had dated.
The spirit of the Ouija board was probably an honest person in life, but unexpectedly, after death it was subjected to a gossipy man's interrogation-like questioning. Its movement speed noticeably slowed down, as if it were speechless.
Later, the Ouija board spirit got smarter and stopped moving.
Under Xi Rui's relentless questioning, they only managed to extract information that the spirit of the Ouija board was male and a student at Di University.
"Ouija board spirit, Ouija board spirit, how did you die?"
Teacher Meng and Sun Enze gasped. "No, you really want to ask?"
The overhead light tubes suddenly emitted a faint buzzing sound, like they were dancing on one's nerves, as if they might explode at any moment.
"You can't answer that either. Were you one of the thirteen victims of the mass suicide case back then?"
Teacher Meng was sweating profusely and really wanted to yell at someone.
No wonder there are always students getting into trouble at their school. If they all have this kind of personality, sometimes you can't blame the ghosts.
The pen in her hand started moving again, and she watched in horror as it slowly drew circles on the word "yes".
She almost stopped breathing.
It really is...
"Ouija board, Ouija board, one last question: how can we leave this place?"
Xi Rui stared at the clock on the wall; it was almost midnight.
The pen tip drew circles on the number "7" and began to tremble.
The light bulb exploded completely, and Teacher Meng and Xi Rui immediately dodged.
"Are you alright?"
"N-nothing..."
"Wait, the Ouija board wasn't delivered!"
"We can't blame it for this, can we? Isn't it just that it's throwing a tantrum and acting unreasonably?"
Xie Tan was already sitting on the outside, and with the light bulb humming, he put away his laziness and was ready to leave at any moment. As soon as the explosion happened, he had already retreated smoothly to the doorway and was looking at the ceiling with everyone.
This old building has exactly seven floors, and two students fell from the seventh floor.
The clock, which should have passed midnight, is now at eight o'clock.
Xi Rui stole the opera club's calendar, and then the calendar disappeared. Although the time was no longer visible, the disappearance itself pointed to them returning to the 27th.
And it's 8 PM, which is when the cycle starts.
"The spirit of the Ouija board is one of those two students," Teacher Meng said. "So the way to leave here is to find the spirit of the Ouija board?"
"It's not that simple." Xi Rui helped her walk out. "Teacher, have you ever considered that we are trapped here, and so is the Ouija board spirit?"
Sun Enze: "Is the Ouija board a bound spirit?"
"After all, it is the sin of suicide. Trapped in the painful moment of death, unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation, becoming a bound spirit, that must be how it is."
Xie Tan walked last, following them upstairs, like a ghost that never existed. Upon hearing this, he actually took the initiative to speak: "Suicide doesn't bring relief?"
Xi Rui was surprised: "There are many such sayings, that life is given by God and only God can take it back, that suicide is a violation of divine arrangements and commandments, and that the soul cannot enter heaven. Or that even if the body is freed from suffering, the karma is not eliminated, and even if one is reincarnated, one will fall into the same predicament and will find it difficult to reach paradise."
"Thinking about it this way, life is really tough. We're not in control of our own lives, and death isn't peaceful either. We might still be trapped in the cage of the living. People who want to end their own lives have already had enough of the suffering in life, yet they're punished by being tossed and turned in this suffering, and they're judged guilty... Hey, don't mess with me, Xiao Tan. If you do something reckless, I won't be able to explain it to Jinzhao." He suddenly said warily.
Xie Tan remained silent, seemingly listening intently to his words, even somewhat engrossed. Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes, leaving Xie Tan with a sense of regret.
Xie Tan said, "I'm not you."
"Come on, you and Jinzhao had a fight before you came here, didn't you?"
Xie Tan gave a slight smile: "What?"
"Hmph, before he met you, he was never insecure, so he never became overly clingy after being appeased." Xi Rui looked him up and down, and said bluntly, "I say, you didn't use your manipulative tactics on him, did you?"
"It sounds like I'm a heartless jerk."
"Your face is your self-introduction," Xi Rui remarked, then added, "But rather than playing with emotions, it's more accurate to say you're ruthless in achieving your goals, even if the goal and the means are the same... It's not surprising, you even burned yourself."
He concluded casually, "But relationships are different from a game of chess; be careful not to overturn your position."
Xie Tan said calmly, "Based on experience?"
Xi Rui, who is still in a delicate relationship with Chang Mingai: "..."
What a sharp counterattack, it's aimed right at his heart.
The four of them went upstairs, but the staircase leading to the seventh floor was locked.
Xi Rui: "I miss Enyou, it was just a matter of two axe blows."
Sun Enze: "The key... is in the security room on the first floor?"
"Then let's go down and get it together."
On the sixth floor, in a classroom deep in the corridor, suddenly came the ear-piercing sound of desks and chairs being dragged on the floor. They all fell silent, exchanged glances, and walked deeper into the corridor.
"Has anyone died there too?" Sun Enze asked cautiously.
Teacher Meng's face turned pale: "I remember one of the students was hit and killed right here."
They stopped in the last classroom, the door and the glass in the wall were covered with old newspapers, so they couldn't see what was inside.
But the classroom wasn't locked, so Xi Rui said, "Xiao Ze and I will go in first."
Two students pushed open the door and cautiously walked inside. The dimly lit room was filled with the pungent smell of dust and was somewhat damp. The blackboard was covered with mathematical formulas, but apart from the messy desks and chairs, there was nothing particularly special about it.
Xi Ruigang nodded to the two people outside the door, when Sun Enze suddenly pulled him and made him look at the blackboard.
Blood seeped through the blackboard, staining the white chalk writing on it to form the huge words "Don't go," followed by three exclamation marks.
"Don't come in!" Xi Rui shouted, and he and Sun Enze retreated outside.
As soon as Teacher Meng stepped inside, the classroom door slammed shut. Xie Tan quickly pulled her out, and the door closed just as it brushed against her face.
Two people were trapped inside. Xie Tan helped her up and calmly said, "Let's go downstairs and find the keys."
As a result, when she reached the bottom of the stairs, Ms. Meng couldn't stand up anymore; she twisted her ankle.
“That ‘don’t go’ is from other ghosts who still have a conscience… The students are reminding us that the seventh floor is a trap, we can’t go there.” Teacher Meng pulled him back.
Xie Tan: "You need a key to open the classroom."
"...Yes, I forgot about this. I'm sorry, child. I'm so confused. Go down and get it. Don't worry about me." Teacher Meng seemed to be comforting someone. "Since the ghost of our student is here, and he's imprisoned people and locked the door to the seventh floor, everything should be fine here."
Even as she said that, her teeth were chattering.
"Okay." Xie Tan didn't pull or tug at her back or offer any comfort, and just walked down, which surprised Teacher Meng.
She grabbed him again, but when she met Xie Tan's calm and indifferent gaze, she pulled her hand back.
But she couldn't care less. As if suddenly remembering something, she said urgently, "I remember now. The Taoist priest who exorcised the demon here hung a Seven Star Sword in his office on the fifth floor. It was used to ward off evil... Take the key and get the sword first. It might come in handy. Be careful!"
Xie Tan nodded.
He went downstairs, got the key from the security room, went to the fifth floor, and passed the classroom where the incident happened. Suddenly he stopped and took two steps back.
In the corner of the blackboard, there was a new drawing: a boy standing at the back door of the classroom, peering coldly inside... that's what he looked like at that moment.
He experienced firsthand what it felt like for Chang Ming to love going into the dollhouse.
Xie Tan continued forward. None of the keys on the fifth floor were labeled. He thought he would have to try for a while, but he opened the door with the first key.
No, it's more like the door opened by itself before he even turned the key.
As Teacher Meng said, a peach wood seven-star sword with a red tassel hangs on the wall.
He took off his sword and examined it for a while.
Like Xue Hong's small pendant, a scaled-up version of a very standard Taoist sword.
I hope it works. I don't expect it to kill the ghost, just forcing it back would be fine.
"The sword is above." Xie Tan murmured to himself, then turned around and saw a female student standing in the corner of the office.
The student was crouching in the corner with her back to him. Her long skirt trailed on the ground, covering her lower body. Her black hair reached her waist, and her hands were tucked into her chest, out of sight, but she seemed to be writing and drawing on the wall with chalk.
Xie Tan: "..."
Is this a way of giving away equipment and then sending him a monster to test his skills?
As Xie Tan approached, he heard the girl ask, "How's the painting...?" Her voice was muffled and somewhat indistinct.
It turns out she drew it.
"Not bad." He spoke the truth. With just a few strokes of chalk, he could capture the features of his face and recognize him at a glance.
"Hehe." The girl chuckled twice and said happily, "Then... I'll draw you another one..."
Xie Tan saw that her hands, which were tucked in front of her chest, were moving upwards, like someone with Parkinson's disease, scribbling on the wall—her hands were reversed.
Not just her hands, but also her arms, and even the way her collarbones taut on her back below her neck when she exerted force...
She didn't turn her back to him.
From the very beginning, she was facing him, but she turned around and squatted down with her back to him!
He brought his hands together and brushed aside the long hair at the back of his head.
A bloodied and mangled face was smiling at him.
Let the office be quiet for a while.
Xie Tan said calmly, "Get up. Aren't you feeling unwell?"
"Aren't you... scared?"
Do you want me to be scared?
The girl shook her head, which had been tilted back, and slowly stood up, her bones cracking: "...I wanted to...scare you...or make you laugh...but you...neither scared me nor laughed..."
Xie Tan let out a meaningless "Ah".
"You want to play with me?"
The twisted ghost nodded like a pecking grain, and excitedly took two steps forward like a strange creature. Xie Tan took a few steps back perfunctorily, patted his chest, and said, "Ah, how scary." He then looked around the office again.
It laughed happily, clapping its hands back, blood dripping from the hideous, rotting flesh on its face.
"It's...it's your turn..."
Xie Tan turned his gaze back and saw it pointing at his peach wood sword, mimicking the action of a sword, as lively as a child playing house or pretending to be a hero.
"You want me to stab you?"
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