CHAPTER 246: YET SHE COULDN’T SEE OR HEAR

Holding that note, Lynn sat on the floor, rapidly thinking things through.

Based on the clues he currently held in his hands, a rough logical chain slowly surfaced in his mind.

1. The character he was playing might have suffered long-term bullying from classmates, with the scars on his hand and the dead mouse in the pencil case serving as evidence.

2. The character he was playing harbored extreme resentment and, at the cost of his own life, made a pact with that "Ghost" to exact revenge on those classmates.

3. The manner of death for those two students likely correlated with the bullying actions they had previously inflicted upon the character he was playing.

The first victim was probably the perpetrator who placed the dead mouse in his pencil case. That person used his character's pencil to kill the mouse and framed him for it, causing the entire class to cast abnormal stares his way.

Lynn recalled the terrifying, synchronized gazes directed at him when he opened the pencil case.

If he wasn't mistaken, that was likely the exact treatment his character had once endured.

The second victim was stabbed to death with a knife by the "Ghost," corresponding to the scar on the back of his own hand.

In other words.

The second victim had previously inflicted serious physical harm upon the character he was playing.

Lynn's eyes flickered, his brain spinning rapidly.

What about the teacher?!

What role did the teacher play in all of this?

If he put himself in the shoes of that bullied student, before resorting to extremes, did that student seek help from the teacher?

Lynn looked up towards the dim lectern at the figure who had remained with its back to him the entire time.

He narrowed his eyes, crouched low, and took small steps towards the lectern.

But he failed to notice.

As he moved.

Behind him.

Those students with bowed heads were stiffly raising their heads one by one, staring at him with vacant eyes.

The entire classroom was silent, deathly silent.

Soon.

Lynn reached the front of the lectern, looked up, and gazed at the teacher.

And the moment he saw her face, Lynn's pupils sharply contracted.

Because that face.

Had no eyes.

No ears.

Only a rotting mouth oozing foul-smelling mucus, where one could even see sharp, knife-like teeth inside.

Extremely bizarre and terrifying.

And at that very moment, he noticed a faint line of chalk writing on the blackboard in front of the teacher, seemingly dripping blood.

[She said, I was wrong.]

Drip—

That line of words continuously dripped blood downwards.

Like an injured heart.

Lynn narrowed his eyes.

A teacher who couldn't see, couldn't hear, but had a malicious mouth—was this how his character perceived her?

He had indeed sought help, but was met with further slander and callous treatment instead.

Unable to see the truth, unable to hear the truth, turning a blind eye to his pleas for help.

Was that it?

Lynn crouched there, continuously pondering.

But just then, he suddenly felt waves of chilling cold emanating from behind him, making his hair stand on end.

Under the dim light, he saw one shadow after another reflected on the lectern surface before him.

Right behind him.

Squinting, clenching his fist, he didn't turn around.

His gaze slowly shifted towards the glass panel beside the lectern. Through the reflection, he clearly saw the eerie scene mirrored within.

At this moment.

Right behind him.

Those students stood as stiffly as corpses, staring intently at his back, sending chills down his spine.

In that instant, a scene seemed to flash in Lynn's mind.

Isolated, harassed, bullied by classmates.

Seeking help from the teacher.

But she "couldn't see," "couldn't hear," instead harshly scolding him, saying it was his fault.

And after leaving the teacher, immediately being cornered once again by those same bullying classmates.

Fear, endurance, begging for mercy, extremity.

Lynn's pupils reflected the image in the glass, and then the lights slowly dimmed once more, gradually plunging everything into darkness.

[Thud— Thud—]

Sounds of blunt impacts echoed through the darkness.

This period of darkness was especially long.

The heavy thudding sounds also gradually changed from crisp impacts to the sound of pulping flesh, as if something was being slowly smashed into mincemeat. 𝘙âNỗᛒĚʂ

Then came an eerie silence.

Tick—

The pointer jumped forward again.

As soon as Lynn's vision returned, he immediately smelled a strong odor of blood coming from behind him.

He turned around.

And saw the floor covered in blood and shattered bone fragments.

A student lay collapsed behind him, his head smashed to a pulp, crimson blood and fragmented brain matter scattered across the floor.

That "Ghost" had acted again.

And Lynn suddenly felt a splitting headache. When he looked towards the glass, he immediately noticed some changes in his own body.

His head was now wrapped in a layer of gauze, with traces of blood seeping through.

As if he had been injured, and someone had bandaged him.

"A reenactment of the scene?"

Lynn stared at his reflection in the glass, his brow tightly furrowed.

Because he was certain this hadn't happened when the lights went out.

He was playing the role of the bullied victim.

Whoever had treated him a certain way, the Ghost he had summoned would execute that bully in the same manner, only more extreme.

So essentially.

Before the execution, those students standing behind him had beaten the bullied victim, and the student who died had injured him the most severely.

So he was the first to be executed by the "Ghost."

He clutched his throbbing, splitting forehead.

But if that was the case...

Then who had bandaged him?

Himself?

Or perhaps...

Lynn frowned, quickly removed the blood-stained bandage from his head, and examined it carefully.

He discovered a line of bloody writing on it.

[I hesitated.]

Buzz—

But almost the instant he saw those four words, the dim light above flickered violently.

Lynn immediately looked up.

And this time.

The second hand had barely moved ten seconds.

Yet the lights abruptly plunged into darkness again, the entire classroom instantly swallowed by pitch black.

"Ah—"

Two screams abruptly rang out in the darkness.

The "Ghost" had actually acted again without waiting the ten seconds indicated by the bloody message.

The next moment.

Vision returned once more.

Lynn whipped his head around, and even he couldn't help his pupils contracting sharply at the sight.

On the blackboard at the back of the room, two students' faces had been pierced through by their own hand bones, brutally pinned and suspended on the blackboard.

And on the blackboard, someone had written two ferocious, twisted words in blood.

[No!]

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