Since it was the end of class, there were not many people around, and it seemed very quiet. And it is precisely because of this silence, coupled with the echo in the classroom, that this sigh, although soft, is very clear. Director Wang was so frightened that he took a few steps back, leaned his butt against the desk in the first row, and reached out to support the desk back, but his eyes looked at the small door in surprise.

I glanced at Director Wang and said, Director, don't be afraid, I'm carrying a rope, it can't get out. Hu Zongren didn't make a sound, but kept thinking about something. After thinking about it, he looked at me and said, Why don't you call your daughter-in-law tonight and say that you won't go home for dinner, and we will do this tonight? I said I'll do it. Hu Zongren turned his head and said to Director Wang, Director, I will probably delay your time a little today, you didn't have a party at night, right? Director Wang hurriedly waved his hand and said, no, let's finish this matter today, there are really these things in this school, so how can I get it?

It seemed that he was completely convinced at the moment.

Hu Zongren said to me, brother, bother you to tie the rope array to death, don't wait for the students to come back and break it and run out, it will not be easy to do. I said I can't help it, my rope is useful for ghosts, but it's just a rope after all. If this student saw it, he would tear it with his hand. Hu Zongren thought for a while and said, "Okay, let's stay in the classroom and guard this place." Director Wang interjected and said, "You two are in the classroom, aren't the students talking about the meeting?" Hu Zongren said, it doesn't matter, I believe the students can still provide us with some specific information about the incident that day. After speaking, Hu Zongren said to me again, when I asked for the soul just now, I found that this little guy didn't want to hurt people, and it wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but he couldn't leave.

I nodded, and Hu Zongren also began to get to the bottom of it, which made me happy. At least he won't raise the thunder talisman in his hand at every turn now, and hit it with his head and face. You must know that Lu Dao, on his right hand, he and his finger blood have been broken, and they have the thunder talisman that Fu Qiang gave us at the beginning.

So I found the nails and fixed the ropes, and then asked Director Wang to take us to the school cafeteria to eat casually before the students returned to the classroom. After returning to the classroom after eating, students have begun to come back for evening self-study, according to age, they are all 16 or 17 years old, all of them are full of youth, and some of them are more beautiful. It's just that compared with many ordinary high school girls, vocational high school girls have a more mature and marketable feeling. It is not difficult to see from Hu Zongren's expression of smashing his saliva that there is his dish here.

Those students were a little surprised when they watched Director Wang bring two strange handsome guys into the classroom. Director Wang walked to the podium and said to the students that these two were invited by the school to help Teacher Ma resume classes, and they will ask some questions to the students later, and ask the students to cooperate in answering, because Teacher Ma's mental condition is not very good, and the students hope that Teacher Ma can return to class as soon as possible and return to the students, right?

"Yes!"

I had encountered this kind of teacher-student dialogue with strong and brainless suggestion countless times in my early years, and sometimes when I answered "yes", "yes", "yes", "yes", "yes", "yes", "yes", I didn't even understand what the teacher was saying, and I just followed the teacher's questions randomly. Director Wang then said to the students, "Okay, let's study by themselves tonight."

After saying that, he came up to me and whispered to me, I'll go and tell the teacher in this class tonight and ask him to adjust the class. Then he trotted out of the classroom.

I didn't have a good time fitting in with the student community because it made me uncomfortable. I always felt that their way of life was too different from mine, and how out of place I seemed in this group of youthful students. Soon most of the students were back in the classroom, some whispering, some reading comic books, and some studying. Sitting in the front row, there was a thin boy with glasses, who seemed to be chewing gum in his mouth, and while turning his pen, he looked at Hu Zongren and me from time to time. Obviously, Hu Zongren also noticed this, so he gave me a look, and I followed him to the boy.

Hu Zongren said to him, classmate, you sit so far in front, can you tell me how Teacher Ma fainted during your exam that day? The boy replied to Hu Zongren that when he took the exam that day, he had finished the test paper very early and had been checking it. He watched the whole process of Mr. Ma's fainting. Hu Zongren said, then you can tell us carefully.

The boy said that at that time, everyone was still doing the test papers, and the classroom was quiet, and Mr. Ma was sitting on the podium, invigilating the students while correcting the homework. But later, when the exam was about to end, there was a sudden sound of rustling in the classroom, the sound was not loud, but everyone could hear it, and Mr. Ma reminded him on the podium, everyone took the exam seriously, don't look around, and do your own.

The male student continued to chew gum, turned the pen, and continued, after a short while, the voice appeared again, and many students raised their heads to see where the sound was, and Teacher Ma stood up and began to walk back and forth in the classroom, wanting to see if any classmates were cheating on exams or something. But when Mr. Ma walked to my position, the voice appeared again.

I subconsciously looked back at the small door of the storage room behind the classroom door, and the distance from where the boy was sitting, according to the stride length of an adult, was only four or five steps away. The male student continued, and then Mr. Ma noticed that the voice was coming from behind the classroom door. The male student said that this is not the first time, there is a mop and broom in the small door, and usually the students will throw the garbage into the dustpan inside when they eat snacks, and they will get rid of it when they clean up every day. In the past, some students had found wild cats or mice in it looking for food, so when Mr. Ma noticed that the sound was coming from there, he jokingly said that there was another rat in it.

He went on to say that many students heard the teacher's words, so they looked at Teacher Ma, and some students thought Teacher Ma was joking, and laughed. So Mr. Ma walked up to him and opened the door, and then he screamed, and he fainted after a few seconds. After saying this, the male classmate didn't continue, just looked at Hu Zongren and me through the lenses of his glasses, and then continued to chew in his mouth.

Hu Zongren asked helplessly, is this the end? Don't you see what's inside that door? The male classmate smiled and said, what else can it be, it's not just a broom and mop. That's right, Mr. Ma is still quite funny on weekdays, and occasionally jokes with us in class, when he opens the door and screams, we all think he is playing with us and enlivening the classroom atmosphere.

Hu Zongren interrupted him and said, you are still scholars, who will liven up the atmosphere with you during the exam, and ah, can you stop eating chewing gum, I smell this chewing gum, just like smelling your breath. I burst out laughing on the side. The male classmate saw Hu Zongren's impatient appearance, and thought that if he didn't spit it out again, maybe Hu Zongren would eat him, so he spit it out and wrapped it in paper. Continuing to turn the pen, he told Hu Zongren that no one thought about it so much at that time, and it wasn't until Mr. Ma fell straight back that everyone realized that it was not a joke. I sat relatively close, so I went up to help Mr. Ma, and the other classmates went to report to the teacher, I saw that Mr. Ma's hands and feet were straight, and his eyes were not closed, but he rolled his eyes, so he helped to pinch people, but no, and then the school doctor took Mr. Ma away.

Hu Zongren asked, what about before, did anything happen in your little door? The male classmate said, there was no before, ah yes, there are female classmates who have found a big spider in it, does this count? Hu Zongren ignored him, he asked the male classmates, after Teacher Ma fainted, what did the classmates say no? The male classmate said, yes, everyone discussed it, and some students said that they heard it from other teachers, saying that Mr. Ma saw a ghost at that time.

Hu Zongren was refreshed when he heard it, and said What did that classmate say? The male classmate said that there were rumors that among the senior students in our school a few years ago, there was a female student who fell in love, and brought her boyfriend back at night when there was no one in the classroom, but she was gang-raped by the man and the man's friend in this classroom, and then she couldn't think about it, so she committed suicide.

The male classmate said while turning his pen that the teacher who heard the rumor also said that he had seen the girl's ghost with his own eyes, wandering around the classroom in the middle of the night, and then lying on the desk and crying, as if the desk was where she was raped at that time. The male classmate said that this rumor is currently the most well-known, and in fact, many students have also inquired that our school has indeed died in the past, and it is indeed a girl.

Hu Zongren asked him, in that case, aren't you afraid to go to school? The male student said, of course I was scared, but it was just a few days ago, and then I listened to it as a story, and the principal and the dean of academic affairs also repeatedly came to the class to say these things, telling the students not to spread rumors, saying that Mr. Ma fainted because of excessive fatigue and mental stress. We didn't think it was really haunted, and it was okay anyway, and everyone still had to take classes here, and gradually, everyone took it as a story. As for what the truth is, he can only tell it clearly after Mr. Ma recovers.

Hu Zongren didn't ask any more, he leaned over to my ear and whispered to me, it seems that the two of us have to visit that teacher Ma tonight. I asked Hu Zongren, if we go so suddenly, will he tell us the truth? Hu Zongren said, of course it will, you think it was he who asked for a thorough investigation of this matter, so he will definitely be willing to tell us if we identify ourselves. I nodded, and Hu Zongren said, when the students are out of class, we will go.

In the next dozens of minutes, Hu Zongren and I asked a few more classmates, and most of the statements were similar to the previous male classmates, and we probably couldn't ask anything new, and the current situation was more detailed than what Director Wang told us, at least we could gradually sort out the clues.

When class was about to end, Hu Zongren walked up to the male classmate and said to him, classmate, don't tell others about the content of today's conversation for the time being, I see that your teacher Ma is in trouble this time. The classmate nodded violently, and then asked Hu Zongren, uncle, what are you doing? Hu Zongren said to the male classmate seriously, call me a red scarf! When I was rolling my eyes, Hu Zongren said again, and Ah classmate, can you not always turn the pen in front of me, are you a pen fairy?

I kicked him, trying to stop him from scaring his classmates, when the bell rang.