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Jiangcheng City, an old residential area.
Zhang Wei, a senior high school student, was hiding under the covers, reading a novel by the dim light of his phone.
He is a typical example of someone who was quite frightened after watching "Human World is Like Prison" at school during the day, but couldn't help but click on it again after returning home.
Holy crap, it's updated! Three chapters!
Zhang Wei was so excited he almost jumped out of bed.
He couldn't wait to open the latest chapter.
In the story, the protagonist Yang Jian is trapped in the school, where various bizarre phenomena that defy common sense begin to appear.
Those familiar campus scenes become sinister and terrifying in the author's writing.
"...Don't turn around. When you feel someone behind you, never turn around. Because a ghost is behind you."
Upon seeing this sentence, Zhang Wei suddenly felt a chill run down the back of his neck.
He lives in an old building with poor sound insulation.
At that moment, a "thump, thump, thump" sound suddenly came from upstairs, like someone stomping on the floor or something heavy being struck.
Zhang Wei's body stiffened instantly.
He recalled the premise from the book: the "knocking ghost" would kill people by knocking on doors.
"No, it can't be such a coincidence, can it?"
Zhang Wei's teeth started chattering.
The noise from upstairs stopped.
But then, slow footsteps echoed down the corridor, one step at a time, slowly approaching his door.
Zhang Wei held his breath and stared intently at the bedroom doorknob.
"Thump, thump."
There really was a knock on the door!
"ah--!!"
Zhang Wei let out a blood-curdling scream, threw his phone aside, and huddled under the covers, trembling.
A questioning voice came from outside the door:
"Xiao Wei? What are you yelling about? Come out and drink your milk."
In bed, Zhang Wei was so scared he almost wet himself. He couldn't hear his mother's words at all, his mind filled with words like "turning back means certain death" and "the ghost knocking on the door."
That night, countless young people in Jiangcheng City, like Zhang Wei, trembled in their blankets, refreshing the page with a mixture of fear and irresistible urge.
The next morning, Lin Que arrived at school and found the atmosphere in the class even more somber than the day before.
Everyone had huge dark circles under their eyes and looked dazed.
The usually bustling morning reading session was unusually quiet today, with only the occasional rustling of pages turning.
Wu Di lay slumped on the table, saying weakly:
"Brother Que, I had a nightmare last night."
I dreamt that our homeroom teacher turned into a ghost, chasing me and making me recite the "Memorial to the Throne" (出师表). If I couldn't recite it, she would eat me...
Lin Que almost burst out laughing:
"Did you memorize it?"
"No! That's why I woke up in fright!"
Wu Di looked terrified.
At this moment, Su Qianqian, who was in the front row, turned her head, her eyes slightly dark, and looked at Lin Que with a complicated expression, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
"What's wrong? Does the class beauty have any advice for me?"
Lin Que was in a good mood and joked.
Su Qianqian bit her lip and asked softly:
"Lin Que, you...did you also read last night's update?"
"Yes, I saw it."
"The part the author wrote about school... it reminds me a bit of our school, doesn't it?"
Su Qianqian's voice was trembling.
"Seventh Middle School... We're First Middle School, but I heard that our school used to merge with a Seventh Middle School..."
Lin Que chuckled inwardly. This was, of course, a localization element he had deliberately added to increase the sense of immersion.
"It's just a coincidence."
Lin Que gave a perfunctory reply.
"However, it's better to believe it's true than not. From now on, try to avoid wandering around deserted places during evening self-study sessions."
Su Qianqian's face turned even paler with fright. She quickly turned around, took out her English book, and read aloud, trying to dispel her fear with words.
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