Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 36 I am neither the murderer nor the victim.

In a municipal high school, we only had forty minutes to complete the plan, and we couldn't let any students from other classes notice anything amiss.

The students gathered nine desks in the center of the classroom to form a platform, and Yan Ming's body was placed on the platform.

The students around him had their heads down, and the lights shone down from above, making their figures appear indistinct.

Their faces were unclear, or perhaps they simply didn't have any features at all.

Everyone was busy with their own things, in an orderly manner.

Two students stood guard at the door, one in front and one behind, while three students cleaned up the scene.

Meanwhile, more people gathered around Yan Ming, listening to the teachings from Teacher Pan.

Yan Ming was speechless. Everything happening before his eyes was somewhat absurd, and he even began to doubt his own brain.

He was still lying on the desk. Someone straightened the school uniform jacket covering him, revealing his pale and peaceful face.

It felt as if this wasn't a classroom, but a church.

An ordinary high school class suddenly possessed an inexplicable divine radiance, as if everything was guided by the gods.

It was extremely bizarre.

Yan Ming stood blankly by the desk, feeling his brain being bombarded by a massive amount of cluttered information, which made it impossible for him to make effective thinking and choices for a moment.

He had thought that the “submitting homework” he had just experienced was a bizarre illusion, and that the teachers and classmates after the illusion was broken should be the corresponding “reality”.

As a result, he still couldn't understand these tangible "realities," as if he had been thrown into an incredibly strange dream.

All of this seems to contain a logical basis in reality, yet it is also incredibly bizarre.

"Snapped!"

Teacher Pan brandished his pointer, as if using a sacred ruler to direct the course of evil, and solemnly said:

"Next, I will explain in detail what actually happened tonight. Please remember that you need to use this story to deal with anyone who asks you about it."

Teacher Pan spoke eloquently on stage, weaving together all the events of the evening with a tightly woven narrative.

"First, we need to confirm that Yan Ming did not die during the first evening self-study session. He attended our evening self-study session on time, but did not hand in his homework, which led to a verbal altercation with me, the teacher on duty."

“After class, he left the classroom alone, quite annoyed. Some of you saw him go to the stargazing area on the school rooftop and play on his phone there.”

"Because the wind was strong on the rooftop, he accidentally dropped his phone and instinctively tried to retrieve it, which caused him to fall off the building."

"Now let's confirm the list. Students who want to witness Yan Ming leaving the class, please raise your hands."

"Okay, you, you, it's just the two of you."

He continued, "Please raise your hand if you want to witness Yan Ming going to the rooftop."

"Okay, that confirms the candidates for eyewitnesses. You should be careful to be vague about what the others say, because when the police come to take your statements, it will definitely have been two days, and your memories can't be completely accurate."

"Of course, eyewitnesses can speak with a little more certainty and identify each other, thus providing appropriate and credible false testimony."

Teacher Pan had prepared everything meticulously, as if she had rehearsed this moment countless times.

He then assigned tasks: "Yes, the next step is the most important. We need three groups of people to handle the school's surveillance footage, Yan Ming's attendance records, and the transportation and transfer of the body."

Teacher Pan also selected about fifteen students as assistants and personally served as the leader of the body transfer team.

Every student whose name was called seemed very excited, as if they had received a share of the karmic consequences from "Sinful Yan Ming".

No, what was once called karmic retribution has probably become a blessing now. "Finally, and most importantly, someone needs to play the role of Yan Ming during this period. He needs to go to the rooftop after class to logically postpone his death."

Teacher Pan cast a gentle glance at Yan Ming and said softly, "Li Xiaoyu, you and Yan Ming look the most alike. Your classmates often say you're like siblings. You're the most suitable person to play Yan Ming. But you've been on sick leave and haven't been to school tonight. Is that alright?"

Yan Ming hadn't expected that he would have business to do here, and it sounded like his mission was very important.

Yan Ming quickly searched among the group of classmates, trying to find traces of Nurse Ghost and Ghost-Eyed Corpse Li Yan.

Now he suspects that only Nurse Ghost and Li Yan can serve as his criteria for judgment.

They are the best reference points for defining the truth.

Like an anchor, only when Yan Ming sees them in the classroom can he judge how far reality has deviated from what he sees before him.

Sure enough, he didn't see Nurse Ghost or Li Yan among these saintly classmates.

Yes, they must be trying to harm me.

Yan Ming summarized what the students and Teacher Pan were doing.

It's very simple; these people are planning Yan Ming's legitimate death.

A death that will go unpunished.

Not only that, they even wanted Yan Ming to provide the most crucial false testimony himself.

It was like enticing him to commit suicide in a roundabout way.

"Li Xiaoyu, what do you think?"

Teacher Pan, standing on the podium, asked the same question repeatedly with a gentle expression.

"Li Xiaoyu, what do you think?"

Yan Ming did not respond for a short time, so Teacher Pan's voice became more and more urgent.

Not only his voice, but Teacher Pan's body suddenly grew longer. His feet were still on the podium, but his hands were placed on the back desk in front of Yan Ming, and his whole body was stretched to nearly seven or eight meters long.

The classroom lights went out instantly, and the red moonlight from outside shone dimly through the curtains, making Teacher Pan's face appear even more sinister and terrifying under the red glow.

"it is good."

Yan Ming opened his mouth and made an unexpected sound.

He has no choice.

Some of Yan Ming's classmates had already taken off his clothes and slowly put them on him.

The movements were exceptionally light and gentle, as if a servant were attending to a precious work of art.

I am neither the murderer nor the victim.

I have to sabotage their plans.

Otherwise, my death will become a reality.

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