infinite danger

"It's finished."

Ye Feng quietly moved the written seating chart to Ji Siwei.

Moving his fingertips lightly on the paper, Ji Siwei found the word "Qiancheng".

Located on the left of the second row of the third group.

Looking at the seat, there was indeed a person sitting there.

Looking at the back, it is a slightly fat boy.

The guy with glasses said last time that the first student who received a curse note was called Qian Cheng, and now he has become a vegetable and is hospitalized.

But there were no vacant seats in the classroom at the time.

Ji Siwei felt that something was wrong at the time, and had a vague guess in his mind, and now it really confirmed it.

Qian Cheng did not become a vegetable, but died.

And turned into a ghost and returned to this class.

The statement of turning into a vegetable may be a white lie of the school and parents.

The example of Qiancheng shows that after being killed by a ghost, an ordinary NPC will turn into a ghost and return to Class 22 again.

The tasker really disappeared after being killed by the ghost.

"Now, cross out the dead man's name."

Ji Siwei put the seating chart in front of Ye Feng again, and added a whisper.

Ye Feng nodded, didn't say "I dare not" again, and started to draw directly.

"Okay." Ye Feng handed Ji Siwei the seat chart with many crosses drawn on it.

Ji Siwei counted the crossed out names.

There were 22 students in Class 24 of High School, [-] of whom died in the fire.

This number was more than Ji Siwei imagined.

With this seating chart, it is clear at a glance which people are sitting in the class and which are ghosts.

In the future, there are ghosts pretending to be living people in front of him, and he can easily see through them.

Picking up a pen, Ji Siwei crossed out the names of Qian Cheng and Lin Ya.

"That's right, something happened to these two people." Ye Feng lowered his voice and asked, "Huya, are the remaining 24 suspects?"

"You can also exclude us." Ji Siwei raised his pen and circled the names of Huya and Ye Feng.

Kuang Muzi and Huang Jin were tasked, so naturally they were not murderers.

But Ye Feng didn't know the existence of the taskers, so it was very troublesome to explain. Ji Siwei didn't cross out the names of these two people for the time being.

Ye Feng nodded: "Now there are 22 people left, so many people, what should we do next?"

Ji Siwei blinked slightly, and handed the pen to Ye Feng: "Among the rest of the names, you use a triangle to circle the boy's name."

"Why do you want to mark the boy specifically? Do you think the murderer is a boy? Why?" Ye Feng asked while doing so.

Ji Siwei just "had a good talk" with the ghost last night. The ghost was attacked in the back of the head by a murderer before his death.

He was tall, the killer had the confidence and strength to attack the back of his head, and was much more likely to be a man than a woman.

This is too complicated for Ye Feng to explain.

Ji Siwei waved at Ye Feng, motioning Ye Feng to get closer.

Seeing Ji Siwei's mysterious face, Ye Feng looked around and put his ears close to him.

"Our other two roommates were also in the dormitory last night. They told me that the murderer was probably a boy."

Ji Siwei said in a low voice.

Ye Feng's first reaction was to scream, and he covered his mouth in time, his pupils shrank a circle because of fear.

Heart beating wildly, looking around, Ye Feng squeezed out a sentence: "They won't sleep with us in the dormitory all night, right?"

Ji Siwei rolled his eyes: "No, they left later."

Not only gone, but never coming back.

"That's good, that's good." Ye Feng put down his hand, with an expression of the rest of his life: "Huya, you are so powerful that you are not afraid of them. If they were looking for me last night, I would definitely faint. "

Ye Feng had a kind of blind trust in Huya, so he didn't doubt what he said, and put the marked seating chart on his desk: "Okay."

There are a total of nine names surrounded by triangles.

After Huang Jin was excluded, there were only eight suspects left.

Coincidentally, the eight suspects were all at the same table.

They were the boy with glasses and his tablemate Chen Yizhou, Jiang Ling and his tablemate He Yu, the squad leader and his tablemate Wang Chao, and the two boys sitting behind Lin Ya's seat—Pan Pu and Suhang.

Tapping lightly on the paper with his slender fingers, Ji Siwei hooked his lips: "We want to find the one with the most murderous motive among these few boys."

"Motive for murder?" Ye Feng never thought about this question. He sneezed, hugged his arms and rubbed them vigorously: "Huya, do you feel cold?"

"The sun is too bright outside, why did it suddenly become so cold." Ye Feng looked out of the window, feeling that his nose was about to freeze, so he quickly sucked his nose.

"I feel a little cold too."

Ji Siwei's eyes seemed to slide carelessly over the list in his hand, and his eyes fell on the front.

Several blue and white faces were silently looking at him.

At some point, their seats were surrounded by more than a dozen people, who stood stiffly in the aisle.

There were also people floating in the air, with their long hair hanging down, almost brushing over Ji Siwei's head.

More than a dozen pairs of spiteful eyes looked at the list in Ji Siwei's hand at the same time.

Ji Siwei heard Kuang Muzi's gasp.

Although their conversation was quiet, they could not escape the eyes and ears of ghosts.

The ghosts will be attracted, this is what Ji Siwei expected from the beginning.

It doesn't matter if the list is seen by the ghosts.

Ji Siwei will not reveal his identity because of this.

The next target of the ghost is Huang Jin. As long as the speed is fast enough, the murderer can be found before the ghost kills.

Ji Siwei had no expression on his face as the ghosts looked at him wantonly.

"Huya, how on earth are we going to investigate their motives for killing? Before the accident, the relationship between our class was really good. Except for minor fights, there had never been any serious conflicts. I really don't want to believe it. This accident was intentional."

Ye Feng couldn't see the ghosts around him, so he said it without any psychological burden.

Ji Siwei said indifferently: "Don't worry, just observe again."

The school decided to suspend Class 22, but all of them received small notes threatening from ghosts.

What decisions they will make next, how they will react...that's all critical.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Ye Feng shrank his neck from the cold: "Then what are we going to do now?"

"When you don't know what to do, just study." Ji Siwei smiled lightly, randomly took out a paper and handed it to Ye Feng, then took out another test paper and put it in front of him, and began to answer the questions.

His eyelashes are very long, and the tails of his eyes are slender. When he is thinking, his eyes are particularly focused, like a clear pool, easily attracting people's attention.

"..." Ye Feng held the paper, frowned, and suddenly felt that he was bathed in the holy light of learning: "It seems that today is also a bitter day."

"Should we keep watching them do the questions?" a hoarse voice said.

"Everyone is dead, I don't want to feel the fear of being dominated by the test papers anymore." The ghost standing next to Ji Siwei rubbed his eyes: "I'll leave first."

The ghosts left one by one.

After all the ghosts left, Kuang Muzi moved his frozen fingers and looked aside.

The boy named Huya has clean hair, wears the uniform of the whole school, and his tie is neatly tied with a Windsor knot. Such a person has an aura of fearlessness in the face of danger.

Kuang Muzi can now be sure that he is one of the missionaries.

Surrounded by more than a dozen ghosts, who can still do the test paper without changing his expression, who the hell is this?

"Everyone."

A voice rang out in the silent classroom.

Ji Siwei put down his pen and looked up following the voice.

The squad leader stood up and said earnestly: "Since the school has made a decision, everyone hurry up and go home and have a good rest..."

Before the squad leader finished speaking, Jiang Ling interrupted him in a cold voice: "Squad leader, you are the only one left in your house, of course you can go home. We are different, we have family members."

"What do you mean by that?"

The squad leader looked at Jiang Ling, with restrained anger in his voice.

"That's what you mean." Jiang Ling still had a bandage on his forehead, which made him look angry: "If you hadn't proposed the party, these things would never have happened. I think you are the murderer, don't do it again." The look of thinking about us is so disgusting that it makes me want to throw up."

"Jiang Ling, what you said is too much!" Wang Chao, the class monitor's deskmate, yelled lightly, "For more than a year, we have seen the monitor's devotion to this class, and what you said is really embarrassing!"

He Yu gently tugged at Jiang Ling's arm, carefully persuading him, "Forget about Jiang Ling, don't hurt your peace."

Jiang Ling pushed away the hand of the tablemate impatiently: "Everyone is dying, who cares about peace and discord."

"Don't talk about the class monitor, you have such a bad temper, I think you are more like a murderer." The boy with glasses sneered: "At the beginning, the party was decided by voting, didn't you vote for it yourself? Now you are starting to blame the class monitor... hehe."

"You huh me?!" Jiang Ling glared at each other and slammed his fist on the table: "Believe it or not, I'll blow your head off with one punch?"

He Yu stopped him in time: "Jiangling, calm down!"

They were all teenagers, and they finally found a chance to quarrel, wishing to vent their long-squeezed anger all at once.

"Stop arguing!" The squad leader pursed his lips, his eyes showed a trace of guilt: "Jiang Ling is right, I shouldn't propose to go to the party, I am not worthy to be your squad leader...you can decide for yourself whether you want to go home or not, I will not interfere again. If there is nowhere to go, you can come to my house, anyway, I have no family, I am not afraid of anything."

After the monitor finished speaking, he picked up his schoolbag and left the classroom without looking back.

The back looks a little lonely.

"Poke other people's sore spots, you're really good at it, are you happy now?" The boy with glasses squinted at Jiang Ling, picked up his schoolbag and followed the monitor: "Squad monitor, wait for me."

The students around looked at Jiang Ling with condemning eyes, his face turned red and then turned white, and he sat down angrily.

Chen Yizhou put his schoolbag on his back and raised his voice and said: "I think the squad leader's proposal is very good. Let's go to live in his house today, so that we won't bring those things home. Others don't believe us at all, so we stay together It's safer."

As soon as the words came out, the students in the class immediately took action, packed up their things and followed.

The ghosts followed behind them step by step.

"I think what the glasses say makes sense. Jiang Ling is usually a little irritable, and he happens to be one of the suspects..." Ye Feng pushed the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose: "There is only one truth, and Jiang Ling is the murderer!"

"Don't look at the surface of everything, we need to find evidence." Ji Siwei said softly.

"Also..." Ye Feng asked: "Then shall we go to the squad leader's house?"

Ji Siwei asked, "Do you know where the monitor's home is?"

Ye Feng nodded: "I know, I have been there."

Ji Siwei looked thoughtfully at the vacant position of the squad leader, and said in a low voice, "There's no rush, let them go first, we'll stay and look for clues."