Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 47 The Strange Things That Ran Out of the Textbook
This is……

Yan Ming looked at the high school seniors chasing after him, and then at the cane king he had been chasing.

The two do not look alike; they are not identical people created by some strange power.

Moreover, he had just seen the face of the Cane King, and with his memory, he was sure he could recognize the boy on the rooftop.

So you were actually scammed?
An idea popped into Yan Ming's mind, and he went up and kicked the cane king's left leg.

"Ouch!"

The man with the crutch cried out in pain, instinctively reaching out to touch his lower limbs. Then, he suddenly realized something and looked up at Yan Ming.

Yan Ming frowned; he hadn't expected that the Cane King was actually faking it.

The timing of this guy's appearance was very coincidental. He started running out with a cane, and his running posture was very strange.

It's just like the state of being possessed by a ghost.

Under these circumstances, Yan Ming chased after him almost without thinking, only to discover that the King of Crutches' limp was actually an act.

Was it to distract me and protect the real Doctor Ghost?
Yan Ming looked back at the corridor on the upper floor of the second-year teaching building. It was empty except for the noise from various classes.

Was it the idea that the PhD ghost gave to this person?

He immediately made the connection, and only the Doctor Ghost could be so certain that "Teacher Pan" would be drawn away by the Cane King.

By now, the mastermind behind this brain theft has probably already escaped in the chaos, and it's probably too late to go back to the fourth floor to search.

But if we modify the door to use teleportation capabilities...

The door has a limited range when connecting non-adjacent spaces. He wasn't sure where the brain thief had escaped to. If "Quick Return to Class" failed to find the guy, it would be a complete waste of an opportunity to use the ability.

It's best to use the "blindfold ghost" as little as possible.

Yan Ming vaguely sensed the troublesome nature of the Doctor Ghost. If this thing fell into the hands of some clever people, its troublesomeness would far exceed that of the Peeping Ghost.

He touched the eyeball in his pocket; he was certain it was his own, not the ghost eye in the crease of the corpse's forehead.

In other words, each eye belonging to "Yan Ming" can create a ghost tamer who can see through gaps.
There can be three spying ghosts in total, giving the feeling of one breath transforming into three pure beings.

Moreover, Yan Ming could vaguely sense that the "peeping ghost" fed with the real ghost eye should be much closer to the original body than the peeping ghost fed with his own eyes.

Therefore, it is stronger.

Fan Xiaochuan, a "ghost tamer" of this caliber, can only be considered cannon fodder.

Yan Ming had a question in his mind: if he placed this eyeball in "Teacher Pan's" throat, would it grant him the ability of the Spying Ghost?

However, he dared not experiment casually, because he was worried that this would aggravate Teacher Pan and cause Teacher Pan to lose control.

"teacher?"

Seeing that "Teacher Pan" remained silent for a long time, the boy named Lu Mingzhe showed a hint of joy on his face, as if he had confirmed some kind of guess.

He thought for a moment, then handed over paper and pen and asked, "You're not a teacher in this building, are you unable to speak?"

Looking at the paper and pen, Yan Ming knew that this boy was the one on the rooftop back then, someone who existed before the distortion occurred in the entire Wangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

The other party could be a survivor, or they could be the source of the strange events.

Therefore, Yan Ming did not take the paper and pen, but instead took out a ballpoint pen and a small notebook from his own body and put a "√" on it in response to Lu Mingzhe.

The reason for not using paper and pen was to avoid violating some taboo, and the reason for contacting Lu Mingzhe was naturally to obtain more information. It seems that Lu Mingzhe should know a lot of things.

"As expected? You're not one of those ghostly things. You've turned the tables and controlled one of them." A strange light flashed in Lu Mingzhe's eyes. He took out a pair of silver handcuffs from his body and skillfully handcuffed the cane king on the ground.

"Hey, what are you doing handcuffing me? Are you crazy?" The cane king on the ground never expected to be handcuffed. He struggled on the ground like a maggot, but he couldn't break free. He could only sit on the ground and stare at Lu Mingzhe with a strange look.

Yan Ming recalled the situation when he ran out. He vaguely saw Lu Mingzhe chasing a cane king from the opposite side. The two cane kings collided here and eventually merged into one.

I saw you were pursuing him too, but it was a different man.

Yan Ming wrote his questions on a piece of paper and showed them to Lu Mingzhe.

“Yes, this is my ability.” Lu Mingzhe readily admitted. “Normally, the people in this building wouldn’t run outside. If you were a monster, you wouldn’t chase after it after it left the teaching building, but you’re still chasing it, which means that the thing you’re chasing is the abnormal one.”

Won't they leave the Grade 11 teaching building?

That's good news, because it means we can now determine the approximate extent of our eyes and brain.

However, this makes the situation different from what Fan Xiaochuan described.

Didn't they say they were going back to their dorms?
Yan Ming looked at Lu Mingzhe again, satisfied with the male classmate's decisiveness.

His identity can be accurately determined from just one rule, and a simple verification reveals that he is a safe and accessible person.

It seems that being able to survive the bizarre events at Wangcheng No. 1 Middle School was no accident.

What are they?

Yan Ming wrote down a new question.

"Wait a minute, drag this guy into my teaching building first, don't let him escape."

Lu Mingzhe did not answer for the time being, and quickly dragged the crutch-wielding boy towards the teaching building where he was.

As Yan Ming followed him toward the senior high school building, he was shocked to find that the once brightly lit building was now completely dark.

He had looked over here when he was in the second year of high school, and the scene he saw was similar to his own. Every classroom was basically full of students, and it looked just like a normal evening self-study session.

Now that I'm closer, it all seems like an illusion.

"Hey, where are you taking me? Teacher Pan, you're a teacher, how can you bully me with the older students?" The bound crutch king was still unwilling to give up and tried to persuade Teacher Pan.

At this moment, Yan Ming took out the pair of socks he had put in his pocket earlier and neatly stuffed them into the other person's mouth.

Lu Mingzhe dragged the crutch king to an abandoned classroom on the first floor of the teaching building and put it there. He then breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "I've wanted to catch them for a long time, but I haven't been able to because they basically never leave their building."

Yan Ming looked into the classroom from the outside. The desks and chairs were still neatly arranged, but they were covered with dust and cobwebs, looking like they hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

"You might find these things hard to believe, but what I'm saying is the truth." Lu Mingzhe walked into the classroom, randomly picked a desk, rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a few textbooks, then chose the "Chinese" textbook and placed it in front of Yan Ming.

He continued, "The entire school building seems to have emerged from the cover of this textbook."

Yan Ming looked closely and saw that the textbook cover depicted a school building in the early morning, with students inside reciting their morning readings.

The surface of the teaching building has been exaggeratedly anthropomorphized, with a smiling face towards Yan Ming on the cover, as if praising the students who are studying diligently in the morning.

That "smiling face" clearly came from here.

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