"Haha, Tian Yinghua is back to take revenge, it's you, it's your fault" A girl stood up and pointed to those who used to bully Tian Yinghua and said.

"You're embarrassed to say that, did you throw anything at her on the last day?" Immediately someone began to refute it.

The noise is getting louder. Some people complained, some people abused, some people persuaded, some people said it was just an accident, and only one girl didn't speak.

This girl is named Song Qinghui. She took out a blank piece of paper from her drawer, and she clearly remembered that when she was on winter vacation last semester, she did throw it into the trash can on the side of the road. But now it does come up here.

The white paper is marked with the number "2", along with a picture of a woman holding a knife in her left hand and her head in her right hand.

"What does this number mean, Jiang Ran is '1', and now the first one is dead. Am I the second? How can this be, I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

The woman's mood fluctuated violently, and suddenly, she knelt in front of Tian Yinghua's desk, hugged the chair, and cried

"Yinghua, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I deserve to die."

As she spoke, she slapped herself with her hand.

"I shouldn't have thrown your books in the trash that day, I shouldn't have deliberately spilled unfinished milk on you that day, I ...... that day"

Song Qinghui kept crying and admitting her mistakes, but everyone present knew what a hateful thing this girl had done to Tian Yinghua. Song Qinghui's face had been swollen by herself.

However, the numbers and drawings on the white paper in his hand did not change.

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Jiang Ran's accidental death forced the school to take a two-day vacation to investigate the matter, but the police found only one result, that is, the deceased committed suicide, left the classroom without permission during the official school session, came to the rooftop, gouged out his eyes, and then fell to his death.

Two days later, when I returned to school, everyone was fine, but Song Qinghui, who had the number "2", was obviously in a trance, if the cultivator saw it, he would definitely see a group of dead air surrounding her.

After all, the death of two people in the class had a great impact on the students, so the head teacher decided to take everyone to the biology room of the high school to visit.

The students were also a lot happier because they didn't have to go to class in the afternoon, and they followed the head teacher in groups and walked to the high school, but Song Qinghui followed behind with blank eyes.

"Today, the students are really lucky, a teacher from the university came to our high school and is demonstrating the dissection of mice for a high school class, if you have the courage to go in and see it."

The head teacher walked to the front of the high school building, pointed to a classroom on the corner of the first floor, and said.

Many boys rushed over happily, and at the same time, there were some bold girls who were ready to go over to have a look, and Song Qinghui was there

Some of the girls followed suit.

After everyone walked into the real yàn room, they saw a middle-aged man dressed in white, wearing a mask and rubber gloves standing in front of the real yàn table, and there was a cage of mice on the table, the white hair of the mouse, the pink tail, and the red eyes looked very cute.

Next to the cage is a clean iron plate with sterilized scalpels, scissors, tweezers and alcohol swabs.

After the middle-aged man looked up at everyone, he grabbed a mouse from the cage, and his thumb and index finger wrapped around the mouse's neck, making its head unable to move.

Then he took out the scissors, aimed at the neck of the mouse and cut it with a knife, and many people immediately looked away disgustedly. But Song Qinghui was staring at it.

Then the headless mouse corpse was placed in an iron plate, and after wiping its body with an alcohol cotton, the middle-aged man lifted the belly of the mouse and gently cut a hole with small scissors, and then exposed all the internal organs in the body.

After watching the whole dissection, many female students left the classroom, but Song Qinghui stood there motionless.

"Do any classmates want to come up and help me with the dissection?" The middle-aged man said.

The high school boys in the front row were a little hesitant, and when they wanted to raise their hands, Song Qinghui, who was standing in the back row, walked up directly.

"Well, you can watch me demonstrate it first, help me hand over the tools, and you will do it yourself next time."

Song Qinghui nodded, and watched the whole process intently. This time it was her turn, grabbing a guinea pig with her hand, and directly demonstrated the middle-aged man's movements perfectly.

"This classmate, it's very good, you can do the whole dissection process so skillfully after watching it once. In the future, I will take good care of you when you are admitted to our university." The middle-aged man seemed to be very satisfied with Song Qinghui, which made the high school classmates below a little envious.

However, something terrible happened, Song Qinghui suddenly grabbed the scalpel stained with rat blood in the iron plate, and plunged it into his neck, and the blood splashed the middle-aged man's face.

In front of many students in the audience, he used a sharp blade to cut off his head directly and put it on his hand. And throughout the process, Song Qinghui's face was filled with a 'bright' smile.

In less than a week, another person died in the 7th class of the second year of junior high school, and the haunted things about this class were also stirred up in the school, but under the pressure of the school, these things were still not made public, and the 7th class of the second junior high school was not dismantled.

The people sitting in the classroom were indescribably depressed, but the person who was most afraid was none other than Shen Qiutian, who was holding the number '3' written on a blank piece of paper.

Shen Qiutian. [,！ It's a member of the study committee in the class.,Because Tian Yinghua's grades are not good.,And the smell of her body also affects the classmates around her.,Akita often writes some words in her homework book that makes him leave the class.,Or deliberately don't hand in her homework book.。

Shen Qiutian's hands trembled, looking at the white paper in his hand, in addition to the number '3', there was also a painting that made her creepy. In the painting, a woman is twisted in a strange shape, her limbs seem to be forcibly broken, doing movements that are impossible for humans to achieve, and most importantly, the woman's head is twisted 180 degrees.

Just when Shen Qiutian was stunned, a tall man suddenly stood up, walked to Natian Yinghua's seat, kicked over the desk, broke the wooden tabletop in half, and then threw the chair out of the classroom.

"Da Fei, what are you doing?" The person in the class asked.

"Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, this person himself dies, and he can kill others." The man known as Da Fei turned to his classmates and said.

However, after Da Fei turned around, all the students in the class widened their eyes and pointed behind Da Fei, as if they had seen some very terrifying scene.

"What are you doing? Is there anything behind me?" Dafei was angry and not afraid at all. But when he turned around, he was stunned to see that the desk and the chair that he had thrown out of the classroom were placed in front of him as they were.

"I just don't believe in evil." Da Fei shouted, grabbed the table in front of Tian Yinghua and was about to fall out.

The whole person stopped suddenly, and then slowly put down the desk in his hand, and a stationery box appeared on the desk that had been emptied a long time ago.

Da Fei opened the stationery box, took out a sharpened pencil inside, and pointed it to his eyes.

The crowd on the side noticed something strange and were about to go up to stop it, but it was too late." Cha! The sharp pencil was inserted directly into Da Fei's eyeball, piercing through the back of his head, and the whole person fell to the ground, bleeding all over the ground.

At this time, a blank piece of paper slipped out of the dead Da Fei's body, on which the number '3' was suddenly written, and the picture on it was the same as the appearance of Da Fei's death.

After Akita saw the white paper, he immediately looked at the white paper in his hand, and the number on it changed from '3' to '4', and the others were still the same.

The sound of crying and screaming echoed throughout the classroom, but it didn't help.

The school still suppressed the matter, after all, this is not only related to the reputation of the first middle school, but also related to the reputation of the entire Jinxi County, the school held a separate meeting for the 7th class of the second junior high school, asking not to panic, the school will try to deal with this matter, to ensure that there will be no more student deaths.

But at this point, how many people will believe that the school is just comforting them.

In the 7th class of the second year of junior high school, many people began to leave the school the next day, in a vain attempt to escape Tian Yinghua's revenge. But Shen Qiutian originally lived in a single-parent family, and the economic conditions were not good, so he didn't even think about transferring to another school.

At this moment, a handsome and thin but very white man was transferred to Class 7 of the second year of junior high school. This person is Jia Xin.

When everyone watched the class teacher introduce the new students, they couldn't express their surprise. Although the news of the dead person did not spread outward, most people in No. 1 Middle School, including some other middle schools, knew that there was a problem with this class, how could someone transfer to their own class at this time.

Jia Xin, who has just entered the class, is wearing a white shirt and jeans, with a typical beautiful man's face, as long as it is a girl, she should take a few more looks. But this class is all lifeless, and no one pays attention to Jia Xin at all.

Jia Xin finished introducing himself with a smile, and when he came to his seat, a blank piece of paper slipped out of his new desk, and the classmates on the side only shook their heads helplessly when they saw it.

Looking at the blank piece of paper, which says '42', with a picture of a severed hand or foot attached. Jia Xin smiled slightly, slowly folded the white paper, and gently received it into his backpack.

Scanning the crowd in the classroom, everyone had a dead look on their faces, but the concentration was different. What made Jia Xin frown slightly was that he saw Shen Qiutian, who was sitting in front of him on his right, not only with a dead breath on his face, but also a dead air coming out of his whole body. It is even more terrifying than some patients with advanced cancer.

But it wasn't this thing that made Jia Xin frown, Shen Qiutian, who was sitting there today, wearing a ponytail and a pink T-shirt, reminded Jia Xin of a person who was very important to him in his memory.

The teachers who came to the class were also a little scared, all of them came in on time for class, and went out on time after class, without lingering at all. Some teachers of public classes simply change the course to self-study and don't even want to enter this classroom.

After class, Jia Xin came to Shen Qiutian's side and said to her slightly.

"How about having dinner together in the evening?"

Shen Qiutian's dark circles were very deep, and in the face of Jia Xin's question, it took 5 seconds to react and say a slight word

"Thank you, no need."

"I can save you, and I can save your class." Jia Xin put his mouth close to Akita's ear and said softly.

Shen Qiutian turned his head, staring at Jia Xin in front of him with big eyes, and after a minute, he nodded......

ps: After reading Ah Fei's novel, if you don't feel like it, you can go and watch the movie recommended by Ah Fei, which is definitely not the kind of popular film like "The Grudge". Today, for the first time, I recommend to you a Japanese horror film "Witch Ghost Curse", the name is more two, but the content is very good, composed of three stories, if you think it looks good, remember to come back and vote for Ah Fei.