Global Collapse

Chapter 632 Books
"Li Yi"

Shu Jianmin

Qi Haixuan

These are the names of the three victims who died on the spot.

"Zheng Dejun", "Li Guoxin", "Deng Xiaofang" and "Zhao Linan" were the four students who managed to escape.

Holding a glow stick that emitted a dim light, Ye Weiwei quickly scanned the seating chart on the podium, searching for these names.

Some of the dark moments in the horror game weren't suitable for turning on a flashlight, as the strong light might attract other things, so she bought a few glow sticks at the supermarket as a small-scale lighting tool.

On the other hand, Niantou didn't immediately start searching for his desk.

He quietly picked up a few chairs and stacked them on the table by the window, forming a structure similar to a staircase, which would make it much easier to climb out the window later.

He even stood on the table and handed a stool to Wang Youcai and his companion outside.

The intention wasn't to let the people outside sit down and rest, but rather to have them stand on stools and observe the situation inside the classroom.

Ye Qiqi stood on the bench, her head just above the window.

The scene inside the classroom was clearly visible.

She carefully observed every corner of the room.

When the two people in the classroom are searching for evidence, they may easily overlook their surroundings. If a ghost suddenly appears in a hidden corner, they may not be able to detect it immediately.

Ye Qiqi was responsible for observing the entire classroom and issuing warnings when danger was imminent.

Wang Youcai stood next to Ye Qiqi, watching the corridor and the toilet behind them warily.

Danger in the dungeon comes from anywhere, and although the classroom looks dangerous, they cannot let their guard down in the corridors either.

Ye Weiwei quickly found the names of these seven people.

Their seats were almost touching.

This is not surprising, because these people are from the same dormitory.

That night, they were having dinner together outside when they unexpectedly ran into the drunk suspect Liu Ben. Three of the dormitory members were stabbed to death on the spot.

When the homeroom teacher assigned dormitories, he probably took academic performance into consideration. Judging from the ranking list on the teacher's desk, these students' grades were all at the bottom, and their seats were in the last few rows at the back.

Without delay, Ye Weiwei strode towards the last few rows.

Turning his head, he saw Ye Weiwei heading towards the back of the classroom, so he followed her to the last two rows.

The books on the back desks were very clean, and thankfully these students knew to write their names on their books.

Ye Weiwei easily found the seven desks by looking at the names in the book.

She first went to the table of the deceased Li Yi and began to search carefully.

He turned his head and carefully searched a nearby desk, which belonged to the survivor Zhao Linan.

Searching for clues in the dark was too taxing on the eyes, and I didn't dare turn on the flashlight, so I had to borrow a glow stick from Ye Weiwei next to me.

The two people in the classroom each held a glow stick, looking completely out of place in this eerie environment.

Ye Weiwei grabbed a glow stick and carefully searched Li Yi's desk, but she couldn't find any clues on it.

Presumably to block the teacher's view from the podium, he piled almost all the books on the table, forming a tall stack.

Ye Weiwei was afraid of missing any clues, so she searched through the books one by one, but after searching through more than half of them, she couldn't even find a bookmark. Most of the books were empty, without even a line drawn on them.

Is this the world of underachievers? She put down her book. Before the global game started, Ye Weiwei was one of the top students in the class, her book was covered with drawings, and her notes almost spilled out of the book.

At this moment, Li Yi's textbook made her realize what the diversity of the world is.

The situation was similar for the guy next to him who was turning his head. He was a bit faster and had already flipped through all the books on the table, but he hadn't found any clues.

He held a glow stick in one hand, rubbed his eyes with the other, and then squatted down to examine the dark hole in the table.

The desk drawer was stuffed full of snotty tissues. Turning my head to look at the tissues, I thought that there should only be snot in these tissues, no clues.

Fortunately, besides the snotty tissue, there was something else in the desk drawer.

He forced himself to stay awake and pulled a notebook from under a pile of snotty tissues; it was a workbook.

Twist your head and pinch one corner of the cover with your index finger and thumb to open it.

Surprisingly, the notebook was filled with writing, unlike what one would expect from a slacker.

He turned his head and looked at the name on the cover with a puzzled expression. It was indeed Zhao Linan's notebook.

At this moment, Ye Weiwei also found an exercise book. Her book was also full, a stark contrast to the empty book. She leaned closer, glanced at the exercise book in the other person's hand, and concluded: "Copied, exactly the same."

Ok.

He turned his head, put down the notebook in his hand, and went to a desk on the other side of Ye Weiwei's desk to start searching.

At this moment, Ye Weiwei also began to check Li Yi's desk drawer.

She half-squatted in front of the table, frowning as she looked at the numerous holes in the comic books and manga, as well as the pornographic books.

Suddenly, a corner of a notebook caught her attention.

Ye Weiwei reached out and pinched the corner of the book, pulling it out from among the yellow books.

This is also a workbook.

She looked at the name on the notebook cover—"Liu Baoma".

A name I don't recognize.

Just then, Ningtou, who was rummaging through the desk behind him, suddenly spoke up: "By the way, Ye Weiwei, there's something strange, have you noticed? High school dorms usually have eight people, right? But their dorm only has seven. Was it only seven people from the beginning, or...?"

But before he could finish speaking, Ye Weiwei heard Ye Qiqi, who was by the window not far away, gasp.

Almost at the same moment, Ye Weiwei threw down her homework and ran towards the window like a madwoman.

Then Ye Qiqi's voice burst through the dark classroom: "Run! Run!"

Ye Weiwei had great explosive power, and being close to the window, coupled with Wang Youcai pulling the rope in the corridor, she rushed to the window on the stairs made of stools as soon as Ye Qiqi finished speaking.

The person who turned around was interrupted and was stunned for a moment, then reacted and rushed to the window.

But it was still a step too late.

He found that no matter how he lifted his foot, he couldn't get any closer to the window, as if he were being held back by something.

He gripped the glow stick tightly in his hand, his neck stiff as he looked back.

A bloodless hand reached out from the desk drawer and grabbed his clothes.

He opened his mouth as if to shout something, but before he could make a sound, the hand suddenly pulled him away, and he was dragged into the desk drawer. The classroom fell silent again.

Ye Qiqi covered her mouth tightly and stared at the empty classroom.

Ye Weiwei leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead. She didn't look at the situation in the classroom, but she saw the broken rope in Wang Youcai's hand.

That was the rope tied around his head and waist, and it has now broken.

When Wang Youcai pulled the rope back, he found that the broken part was covered in blood.

He stared at the rope in his hand for two seconds in silence, then said, "Let's go, let's go quickly."

When Wang Youcai's team lost a member, Gu Mian and the others arrived at the Ocean Garden where Yuan Haotian lived.

Looking at the gray and white residential buildings in the community, Gu Mian frowned slightly.

Bai Lu wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "What a mess! Tonight we went to the victim's house and encountered a ghost, and now we have to come to the suspect's house. Could Yuan Haotian's house be haunted too?"

“Very likely,” Gu Mian looked at her. “Didn’t the Book of Rites say that Yuan Haotian’s entire family died? We might see his family’s enthusiastic welcome ceremony as soon as we open the door.”

The egret wiped the sweat from its brow again: "This won't do..."

Without lingering for long, Gu Mian lifted her foot and walked into the residential area.

The security guard at the guard booth had probably gone home to sleep; there was no one in the booth. A few houses in the community still had their lights on, probably because angry parents were beating their children who hadn't finished their homework.

Gu Mian quickly found Building 13.

They were standing at the entrance of Unit 2.

Fortunately, the access control for this unit was broken, thus avoiding the fate of being cut open by Gu Mian.

Bai Lu really doesn't like taking elevators; in previous horror-themed dungeons, she would try her best to avoid them.

Even if her destination was on the twentieth floor, she wanted to walk up there.

But the teammates in this instance don't seem to mind the elevator.

They weren't afraid of encountering ghosts in the elevator, but seemed to be afraid of something else entirely.

"I hope this elevator doesn't fall before it even reaches the thirteenth floor," Bai Lu heard their judge say.

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