In a trembling voice filled with fear, Tong Xiaosong intermittently recounted everything that happened last night.
“I… I’m so scared, why… why did something like this happen…”
Zheng Zhili tightened his brows, stood up, and said, “I’m sorry, Tong Xiaosong. Can you lead us to see it? There are many police officers outside, and we will all protect you.”
“Okay…” Tong Xiaosong stood up, shaking like a sieve. He could barely hold the cup of water in his hand.
Zheng Zhili took off his police jacket, intending to put it on Tong Xiaosong.
As he reached out, he suddenly felt a pain in his finger. He pulled back his hand and found a small, inconspicuous wound, as if it had been scraped by something.
He didn’t pay much attention to it, trying to reach out again. However, Tong Xiaosong, who was in motion, suddenly avoided him.
Tong Xiaosong choked up, saying, “Thank you, no need, I have a towel.”
He put down the water cup and gripped the towel in his hand even tighter.
A stranger’s coat would not help him relax. On the contrary, it would make him more nervous. He preferred to be a little cold rather than enveloped in a strange atmosphere. Pale-faced, he sniffed, “Let’s go…”
***
The old school building was somewhat secluded, usually not frequented by many people. Moreover, the position where Zhao Shanyi jumped off, facing south, was shielded by a wall. If Tong Xiaosong hadn’t mentioned it, it’s likely that no one would have discovered another body that had jumped off here for at least ten days or more.
Tong Xiaosong led the way, followed by a large group of police, forensic experts, and various school leaders.
They moved forward in a hurry.
Seeing Zhao Shanyi’s condition again, Tong Xiaosong couldn’t help but tremble with fear.
After a night of exposure to the wind, the flesh and blood exposed outside had already dried up somewhat.
It was like fuel on an old canvas, carrying a heavy aura of death.
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After a moment of daze, he looked at Tong Xiaosong and asked in a low voice, “You said… there was another student last night? Where is he?”
Tong Xiaosong bit his lip, tears streaming down his pale face. He shook his head frantically, “I don’t… I don’t know…”
Zheng Zhili stared at Tong Xiaosong for a moment and then asked, “Can you take us to the classroom where you played the game last night?”
“Okay…” Tong Xiaosong nodded, turned around unsteadily, and walked towards the inside of the old school building.
Arriving at the entrance of Third year, Class 4, the classroom door was closed.
Just as Tong Xiaosong was about to reach out, Zheng Zhili said, “Wait! Let me open it!”
Zheng Zhili took out gloves from his pocket, quickly put them on, and then signaled the police behind him to take a photo first before slowly pushing the door open.
The scene inside the room shocked even Zheng Zhili, causing him to widen his eyes.
The room was very dark, and Tong Xiaosong blinked to adapt his vision.
Unlike the previous night, there seemed to be something hanging in mid-air.
Zheng Zhili shouted, “Quick, call someone downstairs. There’s another victim up here. Have them come and secure the scene!”
Tong Xiaosong finally saw it clearly; it was a hemp rope hanging from the old-fashioned ceiling fan, identical to the one that bound him that night.
Dangling like a scarecrow was a familiar figure – Cui Jian.
Cui Jian’s face was bluish, and his tongue extended long, something Tong Xiaosong had never known about; a human tongue could be so long.
What was eerie was that the corners of Cui Jian’s mouth were upturned – or more precisely, hung up.
It was as if two threads were lifting the corners of his mouth, strange and terrifying.
Cui Jian’s eyes were wide open, filled with fear and the aura of death.
His limbs hung down like lifeless objects, and the exposed skin was also bluish-purple.
Under Cui Jian’s feet was the table they used during the ghost game the previous night.
The paper with the blood-red dagger from the table was now gone, leaving only two puddles of burned-out wax.
Unable to control himself, Zheng Zhili questioned Tong Xiaosong, “Are you sure there were only four of you last night!?”
“I-I don’t know!” Tong Xiaosong burst into tears. “I don’t know! After they treated me like that last night, I ran away. When I got downstairs, Zhao Shanyi fell. I don’t know…”
Zheng Zhili calmed down and stopped pressuring Tong Xiaosong. He turned around and ordered, “Check the surveillance. Investigate all the school’s surveillance footage from the last two days, leaving no blind spots.”
“Got it, chief.” A police officer responded and left.
The police officer collecting evidence with gloves looked up and sighed, “There should be no surveillance in this building. It’s difficult to find out what happened inside.”
“What happened inside is not important. Someone must have entered or left. Interrogate everyone, and we’ll find out,” Zheng Zhili suddenly thought of the strange scene he saw in the water room surveillance earlier. He furrowed his brows and muttered, “Could it be another suicide? Is it really supernatural?”
Tong Xiaosong, standing nearby, heard it clearly. He couldn’t help but tremble and, somehow, remembered the events of last night.
Last night, it seemed like there had been no coughing for a long time. Could there really be a fifth person?
Zheng Zhili walked in circles, scratching his head, unable to figure out what situation would make three students suddenly commit suicide.
He had to look at Tong Xiaosong again and asked, “Are you sure nothing was left behind? Or is there something else you should tell me?”
Tong Xiaosong’s trembling lips said, “Could it be… last night, last night, did we really summon a ghost?”
“Haha…” Zheng Zhili laughed, “Don’t think nonsense. There are no ghosts in this world, only people hiding where you can’t see them.”
Hearing this, Tong Xiaosong also felt that it was probably the case. He nodded and looked into the room.
Cui Jian had already been brought down, and his body was stiff like a board.
He could still recall the forceful manner in which Cui Jian had struck him. The current Cui Jian in front of him seemed like a fake person, full of strangeness and dissonance, devoid of any sense of reality.
The view in front of him was blocked, and when he looked up, he saw Zheng Zhili in a police uniform.
Zheng Zhili looked somewhat sympathetic and said, “Don’t look. You don’t feel it now, but once you come to your senses, you’ll know fear.”
Tong Xiaosong’s trembling lips and the chill throughout his body didn’t require him to come to his senses; he was already quite scared.
The more scared he felt, the more unreal it seemed, and the more he wanted to confirm.
Soon, the school leader also rushed over. Seeing the scene inside the room, the principal gasped for breath, rolled his eyes, and fainted without saying a word.
The other school leaders hurriedly went to assist.
Zheng Zhili sighed, “Those not involved should leave. Go downstairs and wait. Don’t just focus on the principal. There’s still a student here. Aren’t you afraid he might have second thoughts at night, just like these three…”
Before he could finish his sentence, the principal, holding onto the director’s clothes, climbed up, trembling as he looked at Tong Xiaosong, as if observing the last straw that might crush the camel.
Tong Xiaosong shook his head, took a deep breath, and suppressed the uncontrollable sobbing, saying, “I’m… I’m fine.”
He was just very scared, but he couldn’t articulate what he was afraid of, more scared than ever before.
Zheng Zhili said, “Get a psychologist for Tong Xiaosong, provide some counseling, and change his dormitory. Don’t let any more incidents happen.”
The principal hurriedly agreed, “Certainly…”
damn….
Ok, somewhat satisfying that these teenage shitbags felt the same kind of fear that they’ve made MC feel. On the other hand, these deaths are so violent and traumatizing that I’m wondering how MC will react to meeting the (ghost) perpetrator???? He’s pretty timid, regardless of his brief fantasies of stabbing his tormenters.
That is a bizarre way to die, but they deserved it so it’s ok. Hope our gong will approach our baby gently, cuz he is kinda timid. Thamks for the translation! ^3^
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Really something to consider, this stupid school won’t change Xiasong’s dormitory despite various abuse allegations that, apparently, the teachers already know but is turning a blind eye all this time… And it took like, three gruesomely supernatural death of students and immense trauma for this school to finally consider moving his dorm like what the f*ck man.
ALSO YOU! GHOST GONG! COME UP AND CONFESS YOUR SINS! You scared Xiaosong so much, use your dead brain to logic it up a little will youuu-
For school administrations, the only thing worse than bullying is dealing with bullies. It’s just so much easier to turn a blind eye. If a student wants to report it, they’d better have irrefutable, ironclad evidence. I was bullied for the better part of a decade; everyone in the school was aware, but nothing was done. Even when another kid broke two bones in my hand, all it took was him saying “She tripped and fell,” and the whole thing was swept under the rug. 🤷🏼♀️
😧That is traumatizing I hope our ghost gong is just a protector and not a psychopath
Well, that was quick. I was hoping it would spread over time, but……. Anyways. Thanks
Wow this escalated so quickly. I thought this is some comedy 😭 I should have read the tag carefully…