Lying on the bed, I leaned sideways and gently pressed the hair of the mask with my hand, and my heart was indescribably stable.

This sleep was straight to dawn.

I have to say that the interaction with the red carp last night made me feel a lot better.

When I arrived at the class, as I said, the students in the class sat in their seats as if nothing had happened, after all, the blood stains and the traces of the fight in the classroom were wiped clean.

Nowadays, I think this classroom is really dispensable, there is no teacher in the class, the students are not interested in learning, everyone is in their seats, it seems that they are waiting for the little devil to release the game.

If everyone sits back and waits like this, then there is really no hope.

After thinking about it for a while, I resolutely slipped out of the back door of the classroom, and it was during the class day, and I walked directly to the teacher's office after leaving the classroom.

The last time the head teacher came to our classroom, he looked like he was talking and stopped, and I thought he must know something.

I just want to ask in person, in our class, no one cares!

The homeroom teacher's office was not far from the classroom, so I walked to the office door, took a deep breath, deliberately did not knock, and pushed the door open.

I saw the head teacher playing mahjong around a table with several teachers......

I looked at them in disbelief, and they looked at me with a confused expression.

One of the young teachers was the first to stand up, pointed at me and said:

"What class are you in, do you know how to be polite, and don't you know how to knock on the door when you enter the office?"

I looked at him and smiled, I didn't want to talk nonsense with him at all, you guys played mahjong in the office during work hours, and you taught me a special lesson?

When the young teacher saw that I ignored him, he slapped the table and was about to come and clean me up.

I stared directly at the head teacher, the class had become that kind of virtue, not only did he not care, but he was still at ease here.

The head teacher was embarrassed by me, coughed, quickly stood up and grabbed the young teacher, muttered two words in his ear, and the young teacher immediately withdrew his hand, looked me up and down a few times, and sat back honestly.

The head teacher looked at me and smiled, then pointed to the corridor and said:

"To the south, let's go out and say something. ”

At this time, the students were in class, the office corridor was empty, I followed the head teacher over, he actually handed me a cigarette, if I would not have dared to take it before, after all, I was still a student, but now that so many things have happened, I thought about it and took it.

After the head teacher lit the cigarette, he lay down in the corridor and looked into the distance and asked me:

"What's the matter with me?"

When I saw that he was knowingly asking, I instantly became angry again, threw the cigarette in my hand to the ground and said:

"There are so many classmates dead in the class, and you still ask me what I am looking for you?"

The head teacher was slightly stunned, didn't look at me, frowned and said:

"I know this, but I can't find the murderer, you know?"

He asked me rhetorically, and the death of every classmate in the class was the credit of the little devil, but I can't tell him now, so I can only helplessly say:

"I don't know!"

The head teacher took a puff of cigarette and continued:

"Since you don't know, I don't know, there are some things that I can't control. ”

I listened to what the head teacher said, so I asked, "Who sent the team that went to collect the corpses yesterday?"

The head teacher shook his head and said:

"How do I know this, isn't it a policeman?"

The head teacher was obviously playing dumb in front of me, and the police hadn't come to our school for a while.

I knew I couldn't ask anything in front of him, I just came to see what his attitude was, and in that case, I didn't need to continue to talk to him.

I looked at the head teacher and smiled, took out a cigarette from my pocket, took out one and put it next to him, and said:

"We don't owe each other!"

Then, I gritted my teeth and turned to leave, not angry that the head teacher didn't tell me anything, but disappointed in his attitude.

But when I hadn't walked a few steps, I heard the head teacher say behind me:

"If you want to check it out so much, why don't you go to the archives, it's stupid!"

I stopped, yes! In the clues of the little devil, the fire case seven years ago is an important point, since the school no longer knows about the parties involved in this matter, I can still go to the archives to find information, at least I can find out the class that died, and the name of their class.

I excitedly looked back at the head teacher, but the head teacher had already entered the office and the door was slammed shut.

"Thanks!"

I stepped forward and picked up the key left by the head teacher on the railing, and ran downstairs with confidence.

It seems that not all of them have changed, and perhaps they have also been oppressed by the little devils.

The archive room was on the sixth floor of another building, and I was already sweating profusely when I ran over, so I carefully staggered every passing student and teacher in order not to arouse suspicion.

Standing in the doorway of the archives, looking at the dusty, cobweb-covered door, I began to worry again.

It seems that no one has been here in this archive room for a long time, and I don't know if there are any documents that record the case from seven years ago.

I looked down at the side of the railing, and after making sure that no one was coming, I took out the key, and at the moment of opening the door, this thought popped up in my mind, what if the head teacher was not good-natured, but wanted to harm me, and deliberately led me over?

I quickly shook my head, I can't care about so much anymore, if I want to die, I will die a long time ago, and I won't wait until today.

I resolutely opened the door with the key, and it was astringent, creaking when it opened, and dust fell like smoke bombs.

I stood outside and waited for a long time, until the dust was less, and then slowly walked in with my nose covered.

At the same time, I cautiously glanced back at the hallway behind me, and only after making sure that no one was there did I close the door to the archives.

The entire archive room looks old, and no one has taken care of it for a long time, many of the materials and books that have been read before have not been sorted out, and the old-fashioned tables and chairs are also scattered.

Fortunately, it wasn't very big here, and I didn't have time to appreciate it, so I hurried up and started looking for it from scratch.

There are a lot of archives here, and luckily, the earliest one is exactly seven years ago.

I walked to the archives from seven years ago and carefully flipped through every document inside, not missing a single one.

After looking for more than ten minutes, I finally saw a scattered document, which seemed to have been read by someone and had not yet been installed, and the reason why I found it was because the paper he scattered said that there were three words about the fire case.

I quickly pulled out the document and opened it to see that there was very little content:

"In the ninth class of the third year of high school, there was a fire due to an accident, and all the students died!"

Why are there so few records about this fire? I frowned, a little disappointed, but fortunately, I finally found the class that caused the fire, and it turned out to be the ninth class of the third year of high school.

The air here is very poor, and the dust that has accumulated over the years has caused me to start coughing a little.

I covered my mouth and nose and quickened my search, the class file was the most, but fortunately, I knew the clear class, and according to the order, it only took me a few minutes to find it.

I excitedly pulled out a thick file bag and opened it, which contained more than 40 pieces of personal file information of students.

I walked over to the window and sat down, and began to look through them one by one.

After all, it was seven years ago, and I had never seen the names or looks of these people, so I mainly wanted to find the person who lived in Wanhu Village.

Because according to the information given by the building chief, this person is very likely to be alive, and it is very likely that he is a little devil!

About halfway through the search, I stopped with a file.

This is a girl's file, her name is Li Zhenzhen, even if it is a file photo, you can see that this girl is very beautiful, the key is that I always feel that I have seen her somewhere.

I took her information and thought about it, and finally I remembered.

Isn't this girl the beautiful female ghost who pretended to be Su Chunxiao in the abandoned building?

Although she was killed by the red carp in the end, I still remember her appearance, I look at her file with regret, what a good girl, but because of a fire and became a yin spirit in the abandoned building, now I can't even do ghosts.

I sighed and put her file down, and continued to scroll down.

This time, I searched for a long time, but I didn't find anything important, and in the end, I simply looked at the residence until I turned to the last file.

I stood up in an instant, because I saw the familiar three words Wanhu Village!

I hurriedly threw away the other files in my hand and carefully checked his information.

But just a little bit later, the photo on his file slowly became blurry, and I was sure it was clear before!

I didn't dare to blink at the file, but strangely, wherever I looked, the words began to blur until they were gone.

In the end, it turned out to be a blank file, without any text, no information.

What's going on here, and why are you preventing me from looking at the archives?

Could it be that the person written on this file is really a little devil?

I took the blank piece of paper, and kept moving back and forth, my eyes closed, trying to remember any information I had just seen before it disappeared.

As I walked, I said in my mouth:

"I'm sure, this person lives in Wanhu Village, I'm sure, he's a boy, I'm sure he's ......"

However, despite my desperate efforts, I still had only these two pieces of information in my head, and I couldn't even read his name clearly.

I pinched the file paper in my hand in frustration, and unwillingly turned out all the files I had just taken out.

What makes me desperate is that this whole box of files, as soon as I touch that file with my hand, the information and text on that file will slowly disappear until it becomes a blank paper.

I stubbornly grabbed time with it, pumping out one after another, but it was always one step faster than me, and every time I pulled out a sheet, before I could see it clearly, it would disappear cleanly.

Finally, when I drew the last one, the entire box of files suddenly "popped" and turned into powder, and began to drift around the old archives like snowflakes.

Seven years ago, the archives of the entire third and ninth classes of high school have disappeared since then!

I sat on the ground in annoyance, feeling unspeakable grievances.

Just then, I suddenly saw that the door to the archives had been pushed open, and the man had an axe!

Who is this man?