In the seventh middle school, the school is full at eight o'clock, and the evening self-study time.

A pair of clear eyes, quietly looking at the quiet learning atmosphere in the classroom, full of complex feelings.

The sight was slightly on one side, looking at the slogan hanging on the wall.

"No matter how hard and tired you are, you can't fall behind, no matter how difficult and dangerous you are, you won't give up."

"One more point in the test, kill a thousand people."

"If you can't fight Dad, you can't fight yourself."

There are also blackboards on both sides, with the red pennant of the hygiene demonstration class hanging on the left side, and the sign on the right that says 'There are 106 days left before the college entrance examination'.

He looked down at his school card.

Liang Xingyang, a senior student at No. 7 Middle School.

This is the identity he crossed over.

Unsurprisingly, the two had the same name.

He didn't inherit all the memories of the original owner, but he found that his memories became unusually clear. All the memories in my mind have become clear and clear.

At this time, Liang Xingyang confirmed the fact that he had crossed.

"Your grandfather's, Lao Tzu finally got out of the mountains and gave Lao Tzu back to the college entrance examination."

Despite complaining from the bottom of his heart, Liang Xingyang still had a trace of excitement in his mood.

In my previous life, I was a mountain baby, and I worked hard to get out of the mountains.

Because of the death of his grandfather, who depended on each other, he was only admitted to the undergraduate program because of his abnormal performance, and he regretted it for a long time.

Although this kind of thing happened to him, he didn't have the slightest sadness.

As a lone wolf with no relatives to be nostalgic for, in which world is it not the same.

At present, there are only more than 100 days before the college entrance examination, but Liang Xingyang feels that he still has a chance to be admitted to Qingbei.

After all, not everyone has this kind of opportunity to travel through this kind of thing, not to mention that his unusually clear memory gives him this ambition.

When Liang Xingyang was excited, took out a pen and paper and carefully planned the study plan on the paper, a sharp pain came from his head, and some broken memories surfaced in his mind.

"Terminally ill! Are you kidding. ”

Liang Xingyang's eyes were cracked, and he actually inherited a body that would not be long in life.

This made him unacceptable.

In my memory, the original owner was an orphan who came out of a welfare home, and it took a lot of hard work to get into the seventh middle school.

Until one day when he went for a check-up because he was unwell, he couldn't accept it when he got a terminal illness verdict in the hospital, and he cried and despaired.

Either afraid, or without the comfort and support of his family, he became desperate after a long wait, and the fear suppressed in his heart swallowed him, and the original owner chose to take sleeping pills to end his life.

Because I don't want to die, no one knows, no one cares.

It was in this classroom that he left.

Knowing everything, Liang Xingyang's eyes became as if they could devour all the light.

Both of them have similar experiences, giving up a lot of comfortable choices in order to fight against fate, but his situation is a little better than his, and he still misses his grandfather in his heart.

"Ho-ho."

This desperate message upset Liang Xingyang's heart, as if a shadow was shrouded. Tear the half-written study plan to shreds.

Since you don't have much time, you have to plan how to organize the rest of your time and do things that you don't dare to do.

Of course, the law is always the premise and bottom line that cannot be broken.

Suddenly, an exaggerated exclamation from the classmate next to him interrupted Liang Xingyang's train of thought.

"Fuck, where did you get this picture? How I didn't find it. The classmate next to him said.

After all, it's evening self-study time, and everyone keeps quiet for self-study, and if you are so noisy, it is easy to disturb others.

Liang Xingyang looked over dissatisfied, wanting to remind the classmate, but he saw a mobile phone photo that could be extremely disturbing.

More than two dozen blurry figures hung on the anti-theft window, like drying bacon, hanging densely in a row.

Especially the boss of those corpses, the eyes of the corpses were open, the corners of the eyes seemed to be about to crack, the eyeballs were full of bloodshots, and they were full of fear, not knowing what they had experienced before they died.

Liang Xingyang looked at it, and while he was frightened and uneasy, he was also stunned on the spot.

There was a vague conjecture in his heart, but it was unpredictable, which made him fall into deep thought.

This scene seems to have appeared in his memory, and although the memory is now clear, he still fails to grasp the important clues for a short time.

He needs to know more in order to deduce the truth.

"It's the same 9-year obligation, why are you so good?"

"Yang Jian, we all went to a cram school, you can't learn it."

That's right.

Yang Jian.

Moment.

Liang Xingyang solved the case, and he also read the online article, knowing that Yang Jian is the protagonist in "Mysterious Recovery". When there was a hint of pride in his heart, suddenly his eyes widened, and he mysteriously recovered? Isn't there a ghost, the ghost incident of knocking on the door of the seventh middle school, the group wiped out the entire school, and in the end, only eight students survived.

No way.

How could a novel become a reality.

Not the slightest bit of defense.

Liang Xingyang saw the school sign on Yang Jian's chest in disbelief, Yang Jian, a senior student in No. 7 Middle School.

Yang Jian and I became classmates and were about to experience a ghost knocking on the door.

The novel really became a reality.

The knocker is coming.

A monstrous wave was set off in my heart.

"I'm going to get out of here right now." Liang Xingyang suddenly bounced up from his seat and muttered.

The unusual behavior brought the attention of the whole class together.

"Do you want to take everyone out of here? No, they won't take my word for it, they'll just take me for a lunatic. If you are left to explain everything, even I can't leave in the end, it doesn't make sense. Liang Xingyang thought about it and said to himself.

didn't bother to take the schoolbag, Liang Xingyang resolutely slipped away.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he noticed something unusual in the light outside.

It was too dark, although it was not to the extent that he couldn't see his fingers, but he was still the first to find the problem, and the street lights on the campus seemed to be out of order and became very dim.

Is it due to a lack of power, or is the knocker already approaching here?

Liang Xingyang was shocked.

"What is Liang Xingyang doing here!" There was a loud shout behind him.

"You ran out and violated discipline during the evening self-study time, do you know?"

The head teacher, Mr. Wang, stared at Liang Xingyang coldly, not understanding why this usually well-behaved student suddenly violated discipline abnormally.

Especially when I was seen by the big man Zhou Zheng next to me, will the other party think that my discipline ability is not good.

He felt that he had lost face, so he said angrily: "Hurry up and go back to the classroom for me, and write another 3,000 words for review." ”

Liang Xingyang turned around when he heard this, his face was very calm, as if he was not the one who wanted to write the review.

At first glance, he noticed the middle-aged man beside Mr. Wang, wearing a gray windbreaker, wrapped tightly around his body, and his face was extremely thin, almost skinny. However, the belly was high and bulging, like a beer belly full of fat.

The middle-aged man brought Liang Xingyang a strange and ominous strong feeling.

It was exactly the same feeling as seeing the horrific photos in Zhang Wei's mobile phone.

"Could this person be Zhou Zheng, the person in charge of Dachang City, Interpol, codenamed Ghost Baby, who is going to give us a lecture next?" Liang Xingyang said secretly.

Hey!

Ghost Rider, terminally ill.

Liang Xingyang's mind put the two together in an instant, and his dark eyes flashed with a light called hope.

Although at this time, he was disappointed to find that according to the plot, Zhou Zheng came, and the knocker was not far away, and he couldn't leave the school gate.

But it doesn't matter, his terminal illness seems to be saved.