A class of forty-five minutes quickly passed in Xiao Mo's contemplation.

As the bell rang, many students began to get up and leave, and only a small number of people in the class still had no intention of going out.

Xiao Mo sat on his seat and carefully looked at every corner of the classroom, there was no doubt that he wanted to find the voice recorder mentioned by Su Hao in his diary.

There were two recorders in the diary, one of which he had placed on his body, and the other had been hidden somewhere in the classroom.

But Xiao Mo searched all over his body and didn't find a voice recorder, and about the general content of the voice recorder on his body, he didn't mention it in the diary, but just talked about the voice recorder hidden in the classroom, which recorded some ghost sounds that didn't exist at all.

After Xiao Mo carefully searched the classroom, he finally fixed his eyes on the lectern.

The lectern is about 1.5 meters tall and sits on a marble podium, and to put it bluntly, the lectern in the classroom is a large hollowed-out wooden box with a few mops and brooms inside.

Xiao Mo thought that Su Hao should have hidden one of the recorders there, but then again, he didn't want the recorder to be there. Because he would make this speculation, it was completely from Su Hao's point of view, if he was really guessed so easily, wouldn't it mean that he really had some kind of connection with Su Hao?

With a little apprehension, Xiao Mo left his seat and walked straight towards the lectern, and then the others walked around to the back of the lectern, using the lectern as a cover. It looks like I'm rummaging through the mop or something.

Soon, Xiao Mo had a harvest, he found the voice recorder, which was pasted upside down in a hidden corner of the lectern. If it weren't for the fact that he and Su Hao really had some heart, and he was very cautious, he might not have been able to find this dead end.

After finding the voice recorder, Xiao Mo quickly put it in his jacket pocket, and then returned to his seat as if nothing had happened.

After coming back, Xiao Mo lay on the table and lowered his head slightly, and then he opened the recorder testimonically. What surprised him was that the recorder was still in a recording state. Although its power has reached the point of being captive.

Xiao Mo originally just wanted to listen to the recording content written by Su Hao in his diary, but he never thought that he could even hear it today, which couldn't help but surprise him.

Increasing the volume of the voice recorder by one notch, Xiao Mo stopped recording. A recording of the earliest zài in the recorder was played.

Once the recording starts playing. There was a jumbled sound inside. Although the voices were a little harsh, they were all the sounds of the students laughing, and there were no ghost sounds mentioned in Su Hao's diary.

The cacophony continued for five minutes. It wasn't until there was a class bell from inside that it was quiet for a while.

Xiao Mo's brows were always tightly furrowed, and the half sleeves on his body began to show signs of being soaked in cold sweat.

For by this time he had already heard the so-called ghost voice.

At first, the voice was "hissing" and I couldn't hear it clearly, but I could strongly feel that someone was saying something passionately. Xiao Mo guessed that this person should be a certain teacher, but because the interference was too strict, he couldn't identify which teacher it was.

The sound was intermittent, and after about three minutes, laughter began.

That laughter made Xiao Mo's heart furious, and he couldn't accurately describe what kind of laughter it was. It sounds more like a combination of crying and laughing, hideous and miserable.

The laughter seemed to be no longer confined to the recorder, but more like it came from all directions, resounding in every corner of the classroom, including his ears, of course.

Xiao Mo felt a palpitation, and couldn't help but withdraw his ears from the recorder, and as a result, the palpitations disappeared in an instant.

While Xiao Mo was secretly relieved, he found that he didn't know when the class had started, he pressed the pause button of the voice recorder, and then counted the number of people in the class again.

As a result, this time, the number of people has increased to 25!

Xiao Mo hurriedly opened the diary and used the personnel distribution map drawn by Su Hao to check the identity of the missing person, and it turned out that he really learned the identity of the missing student in this way.

If this trend continues, Xiao Mo feels that it won't be long before the entire classroom will be erased by time, and they don't need to say much, not even the slightest trace will be left.

But what can he do now? Is it to find a way to find out the truth, or to simply escape? Because the frequency of personnel disappearing is so fast, he is really afraid that before he can investigate anything, he will already follow in the footsteps of those who have disappeared.

"Looks like it's worth going to the storage room mentioned in the diary."

Xiao Mo made up his mind after thinking about it for a while, and decided to try to investigate first, at least he couldn't waste today, as for whether he could investigate anything, then he could only go with the flow.

After precipitating in his heart for a while, he felt that his mood was almost stable, so Xiao Mo put his ear to the recorder again and continued to listen to the recording below.

The horrible laughter continued, and before long a new ghostly howl was heard from within, and it was the mournful cry of a baby. The baby was miserable as if it was being abused.

Xiao Mo thought that this recording would end here, after all, he had already heard all the ghost sounds written in his diary. However, things are not as simple as he thinks.

Hoarse laughter, the mournful cries of babies, hissing voices, and the sound of clanging and pounding on water pipes.

These sounds used to sound irregularly, but at this moment, they have made strange changes, and their frequencies have gradually become the same! It didn't take long for the noise inside to suddenly fall silent.

The quieter sound of the recording made Xiao Mo listen more carefully, and he put the recorder on his ear, trying his best to absorb the internal sound.

At this time, the voice appeared in the recorder again, but the sound was very small, so small that it was almost inaudible.

Xiao Mo somehow, his mind began to become irritable, and the more he couldn't hear the voice inside, the more he wanted to hear it clearly.

Finally, Xiao Mo heard the voice clearly.

"Don't listen any more, it's not my recorder at all, it's a curse, it's going to die...... I'm going to die if I listen to it again!! ”

Xiao Mo's face was shocked, because his own voice came out of the recording!

This frightened him and quickly straightened up and turned off the recorder. It was only at this time that Xiao Mo woke up like a dream, and felt a little afraid of his demonic actions.

Xiao Mo subconsciously wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and said in his heart, what is going on, why does his voice appear in the voice recorder?

Of course, that voice sounded more like his voice, Xiao Mo's voice.

It's just that he has been living on this body since he came in here inexplicably, how could he leave any recordings.

Unless...... He experienced some kind of huge change, so that he appeared in Su Hao's body.

As for this experience of change, he completely forgot about it.

Xiao Mo thought about his headache, the known qiē was so chaotic that he really couldn't tell who he was.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Mo didn't care about the three-seven-twenty-one, he had already listened to the left and right of his heart, so it was better to listen to all the recordings directly, so that even if he died, he would at least be a ghost.

So, Xiao Mo plucked up the courage to play the recording in the recorder again.

For some time to come, the recording was still full of noise and his own malicious warnings. Among them, the most repeated and sharpest tone is this sentence:

"I am you, you are me, I am you, you are me......"

Although it was his own voice, it sounded very uncomfortable to Xiao Mo, and he only felt a splitting headache, as if there was another self that was about to split out of his body.

Xiao Mo couldn't bear this kind of voice anymore, so he advanced the recording to the end, and the last voice that appeared was still this sentence. Thanks to his wise progress to the end, otherwise he would have been fascinated again if he listened to it for a while, and he might have really listened to it as an idiot.

Putting this recorder in his pocket casually, Xiao Mo had already made plans to stay away from the school, but he just wanted to go to the storage room to take a look before leaving, after all, this was the only weirdness that was exposed to the surface. (To be continued......)