Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 48 My name
Is the monster derived from books?

The smiling figures on the book cover came out and then evolved into bizarre creatures?
No wonder when I approached the teaching building, hundreds and thousands of students suddenly appeared out of nowhere, each taking their place and returning to their respective classes, just like a special film crew.

Only I, who am within the designated area, cannot see the true state of the teaching building.

Yan Ming turned to look at the high school building he had come out of. That side was much brighter, more lively, and more bustling than this side.

But there was a strange sense of oppression.

It's like finding a hotel full of distinguished guests in the middle of nowhere.

The hotel itself seems fine, but the biggest problem is that it's in this kind of environment.

"The teaching building that you walk out of in the textbook isn't too dangerous, as long as you don't go in on your own and don't become their target."

Lu Mingzhe explained, "In comparison, some other monsters roaming in other teaching buildings are more threatening. So far, I only know some of the characteristics and killing rules of some of these monsters."

At that moment, a series of crisp footsteps came from the corridor outside the classroom. The two turned their heads at the same time and saw a girl with a cool and beautiful appearance running past the classroom.

As she passed by the window, she noticed Lu Mingzhe and "Teacher Pan" in the classroom, so she ran in without hesitation, grabbed Lu Mingzhe, and asked with concern, "Where did you go just now? Why didn't you tell me?"

"We went and arrested a student from the opposite teaching building." Lu Mingzhe kicked the bound crutch king on the ground.

"Well!"

So the cane king struggled symbolically for a moment, while stammering twice.

"Shut up," the girl said coldly, kicking the cane-wielding man to stop his struggle. This kick was clearly much harder than the one Lu Mingzhe had given him earlier.

She reached out and pinched Lu Mingzhe's waist, asking fiercely, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Ahhh—" Lu Mingzhe gasped, and said with a wry smile, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't agree. You know we've been trapped here for a long time, and we need to find new variables."

After confirming Lu Mingzhe's safety, the girl turned to "Teacher Pan" standing to the side and asked again, "Who is this? Did you capture him too?"

"No, he must have also accidentally wandered onto campus. He subdued a teacher in the teaching building, but the price he paid was that he couldn't speak. I found him, pretty impressive, right?" Lu Mingzhe said, trying to ease the tension as if he were joking.

"My name is He Lian, and I'm his companion," the girl, He Lian, introduced herself.

【Wang Xiaoming】

Yan Ming wrote the name of the wheelchair king on a piece of paper and impersonated him to introduce himself.

Ghosts have a variety of abilities, and some may even have abilities triggered by their names, so he has to be careful.

“Wang Xiaoming? That sounds like a name from the textbook…” He Lian frowned and murmured softly.

Yan Ming overheard this and couldn't help but chuckle.

It seems that while I'm wary of these two, they're also wary of me.

Tell me about what's going on here, and feel free to ask me anything you want to know.

Yan Ming planned to exchange information with the two people.

"About ten days ago, this place was shrouded in thick fog, and then some terrifying things happened," Lu Mingzhe explained briefly.

What day was it ten days ago? What day of the week was it?

“Ten days ago? I think it was March 5th, a Monday, the day we started school,” Lu Mingzhe replied.

Ten days ago it was Monday, so today is Thursday, which means tomorrow will be Friday again?
Friday……

It sounds like it might be related to leaving school, so could it be related to the school's "way out"?
As for why school didn't end last Friday...

Yan Ming had attended high school, including his senior year, and he knew exactly why.

Isn't it normal to have 8 or 9 weeks of gestation?

The school's evening self-study time is so long, it's clearly not following the timetable of some regions that are reducing academic burden.

"What did you experience in that school building? Can you tell us as much detail as possible? Did you see any classmates wearing the same school uniform as us?" He Lian asked quickly, clearly anxious, probably because what she wanted to ask involved someone important. Yan Ming thought for a moment and quickly wrote on a piece of paper.

I was in Class 3 of the second year of high school, and I got involved in a bizarre incident.

As for the person you're looking for...

As Yan Ming wrote this, he glanced at the clothes He Lian was wearing.

Her clothes were different from those I had seen in the senior high school building. The style was similar to most people's clothes, but the color was different, and it was noticeably darker.

He had seen these kinds of school uniforms before.

How many people are there?

“Thirteen of them, all from our class. We split up, and they were forced into that teaching building,” He Lian replied immediately.

I've seen it, and they all died.

“They…” He Lian’s eyes instantly reddened when she saw the words on the note. She clenched her fists tightly, as if she couldn’t accept this.

Yan Ming felt sorry for the heartbroken girl, so he added another sentence to the note, hoping it would comfort her.

Lu Mingzhe saw the note first, and immediately snatched it away while He Lian wasn't paying attention, putting it in his pocket so He Lian wouldn't see it.

Yan Ming turned to look at him, while Lu Mingzhe carefully made a "shush" gesture, indicating that Yan Ming should stop talking.

“Let’s go up first, this lower floor isn’t safe. As you saw before, we both gained amazing superpowers after the fog appeared.”

As Lu Mingzhe spoke, he tugged at He Lian's sleeve, intending to return to their temporary base to discuss the matter further.

Their own classroom was on the fourth floor. Class 3 of the third year of high school was kept very clean and could barely be considered "alive".

“Come on, since you just arrived today, I suggest you write your own symbol on this roll call. It can be used to record the date, and it will also help us remember you.”

Lu Mingzhe took down a roll call list hanging at the entrance of Class 3. It contained many names, each with a unique symbol after it.

Some had six or seven, some three or five, and a few unlucky ones had only one.

Clearly, this represents the survival time of the students in this class, and the survival rate is extremely low, as can be seen from the roster.

Yan Ming thought for a moment and didn't refuse Lu Mingzhe. He wrote Wang Xiaoming at the bottom of the roster and then drew a rather unique six-pointed star pattern.

Just as he was about to put the attendance sheet back, he suddenly noticed a thick stack of obviously older papers underneath.

He glanced at it carefully, and his gaze froze.

The thick stack turned out to be attendance lists, and they were somewhat similar to the one in his hand, with each name followed by a different number of unique symbols.

However, the number of symbols following the same name is different, just like the same person experiencing different things.

These two people...

It's definitely not just that they were trapped for ten days; it's very likely that ten days was just one cycle, and they were trapped for at least dozens of cycles!

Yan Ming suppressed his shock, but the next second his gaze fell on the bottom of the stack of attendance lists, and his pupils dilated in shock.

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Wang Xiaoming — (Six-pointed star)

Why……

Will my name be there?

　Thank you all for reading.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)