I kept looking at the twigs in my hands, and the slight fragrance came into my nose, the smell was familiar, like what I smelled in that little room.

Tomorrow, I'm going to see what Ma Quan and Qi Yong have discovered, and I hope they can find something.

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but it didn't seem to make much of a difference.

The brain turned over and over, all the words before Bu Wan died, thank you, why thank me, because why thank me?

I remembered that I had also been in a state of crazy memories, and at that time, just like Bu Wan, I always felt that if I couldn't remember, I would die.

I finally got out of that mental torture, and the good thing about getting out was that I didn't have to endure that kind of painful torture, and the bad thing was that I never had the chance to go back to the feeling of crazy reminiscence.

If I can't go back, it means that I can no longer remember what happened to me.

At this time, I thought of a question, since I didn't think about it, I didn't die, but Bu Wan, who remembered something, chose to commit suicide by jumping off the building and fell myself apart.

It seems that it is not as Bu Wan said, if you can't remember, you will die, but if you remember, as long as you think about it, you will die.

Banhua once said that as long as everyone has been to the office, they will lose something.

Now I know that these people have had terrible things happen to them in the office, but they don't exist in their heads.

Because they're all dead, they just come out of the office as they were alive.

What they forget is the process of their death, always thinking that they are still alive, and walking back to class as before.

But as long as they remember, or recall, their own experience of death, then they are completely dead.

Bu Wan probably recalled the whole process of being killed, so she chose to jump off the building.

Forget, will not die, remember, will die.

So, so am I? You can't remember what happened, and as long as you do, you have a great chance of dying.

No wonder Mr. Chen didn't allow me to enter the office, I definitely went in before, I don't know what will happen if I go in a second time?

But when have I been to the office? I remember starting in the class, and I was in the class as soon as I woke up.

At that time, the same table was a class flower, and it was Ma rights and interests that found fault.

The whole class knew that I was a transfer student, a new transfer student.

New to transfers?

I know when I've been to the office.

Usually when a student is newly transferred, the first place to go must be the office.

Only when you meet with the class teacher in the office will you be taken to the classroom by the class teacher.

That's why I woke up in the classroom, but I don't remember anything about what happened before I went to bed.

"Help, help, save me......"

Suddenly, an extremely faint voice rang out, so small that I didn't even know where it was coming from.

I was the only one in the dormitory, and on such a quiet night, the sound was loud even in the quiet.

I slowed my breathing and slowly sat up from the bed.

My hand has clenched the textbook, and after these encounters, I have regarded the textbook as an absolute lifesaver.

It seems that no matter what happens to me, as long as I take out this book, I can get through it safely.

"Help me, save me......"

The voice sounded again, faintly like that of a dying man.

I'm the only one in the dormitory, and I'm sure of that, not only when the homeroom teacher brought me here, but also when I was cleaning.

How can I not be afraid of my dormitory, but suddenly there is a cry for help?

The fear was only for a moment, and I turned my head to see where the sound came from.

I slowly climbed out of bed, and suddenly my feet went limp, as if I had stepped on someone, and I jerked my feet back.

I was the only one in the dormitory, and I was left to choose the bed, so I naturally chose the lower bunk.

But when I got off the bed in the lower bunk, I stepped on someone else?

I held my feet and gasped slowly, I didn't feel like I was dying, it didn't seem too dangerous.

I put my foot down and stepped on the man again.

No, that's not how people feel, I looked out, and I didn't know when the puppet I had placed on the bunk opposite me would run under my bed.

On the dusty ground, there was a long crawling mark.

Did this thing crawl over on its own?

Looking at this dusty, dirty puppet, I knew he was crawling over and ready to kill me.

But I didn't feel the slightest fear, and reached out to grab the puppet.

"Why bother? We're all poor creatures trapped here, and if you kill me, there's no one to help you escape. ”

The puppet didn't react, just stared at me blankly, eyes the same size as a normal person, just staring at me.

"Don't believe me, or do you simply not want to escape?" I shook the puppet and tried to get him to talk.

This thing doesn't know what's going on, it just doesn't speak.

"Are you unable to speak, or can't speak?" Pulling the puppet's face and the other party's hands and feet, he almost tore off the puppet's hands and feet.

"Help, save me, save ......"

Suddenly, the voice rang out again, and I jerked my head to look at the cabinet.

The cry for help was not made by the puppet, and the puppet obviously couldn't speak.

There was only a figure in the cabinet that had been pinned to the wall with a pencil, could it be the figure that spoke?

I took the puppet in one hand and the puppet in the other, and came to the front of the cabinet.

A faint foul smell permeated from the cabinet, and the stench was very light, so light that it could barely be smelled.

I couldn't help but scratch my head at the stench of the shadow inside, which seemed to be much stronger than the puppet in my hand.

I opened the cabinet with the hand holding the puppet, and when the cabinet opened, a chill rushed over me.

It's like the breath of the cold winter moon, almost freezing me.

The figure in the cabinet, at the place of the mouth, has a pencil dropped.

I don't know if it was because I opened the cabinet last time and shook it off, or if someone took advantage of my absence and pulled out the pencil.

I don't think it's too likely to be pulled out, since someone specifically sealed the figure, this figure is definitely not simple.

I picked up the pencil that had been dropped, it was a little cold to my hand, and it was obviously much heavier than a normal pencil.

The problem arose with the pencil's wood, which was not sawdust from a longsword or a normal branch, and it was clear that this was specially made.

I took the pencil in my hand, and since it fell to the ground, it was mine.

Since this thing can seal the shadow, it is estimated that it also has a certain ability to seal other things similar to the figure.

"What are you? Why is it sealed here? ”

I looked at the figure and tapped the pencils on the figure one by one with the pencil in my hand.