I am a god in the secret world

"Really?" Bai Cha seemed quite taciturn, and she was sticking to her character.

"It's okay, take your time to check."

Zhang Yuchang nodded and said nothing more.

The water in the school was deeper than outside, reaching Baicha's calf. It seemed that the school was lower than outside.

They soon arrived at a teaching building. There was an office on the first floor. Although there were stairs, the water level was higher than the stairs. The office had been flooded. The door was closed, and they could see a layer of water on the ground from the window.

The two of them went up to the second floor and looked at the door number. This was the teaching building for the first year of high school.

Then they have to continue going inside.

Bai Cha glanced at his cell phone.

The red bar on the body dropped another percent.

The blue bar also fell by one percent.

When did her mental state decline? Before coming to school, she had no problem looking at her phone.

So it started when I entered school.

Zhang Yuchang also looked at his mobile phone.

"Both the blue and red bars have gone down. The red bar is understandable. After all, we waded through the water and may not be in good health. Why is the blue bar?"

Bai Cha shook his head silently.

By the time they reached the senior high school building, both the red and blue bars had dropped by another 1 percent.

Zhang Yuchang joked, "Isn't it because we are under a lot of psychological pressure at school?"

"Maybe. It's normal for high school seniors to have psychological problems."

Zhang Yuchang seemed to be thinking about something.

The two men found Class A7. Of course, they didn't have the key, but Zhang Yuchang knew how to unlock it.

"I learned some useless skills from a locksmith before. The master was unwilling to teach me at first. After all, what if I became a thief after learning it? So I followed the master to file a case."

As Zhang Yuchang spoke, he unlocked the classroom door. He had indeed learned the lesson very well.

There were seat names on the podium, and the two people found their corresponding seats.

Bai Cha's seat was in the fourth row against the wall, while Zhang Yuchang's seat was in the second row from the back, near the window.

There was nothing wrong with Baicha, but Zhang Yuchang's place was easy for the class teacher to see when he passed by for inspection.

Both of them searched for clues in their seats in tacit understanding.

Bai Cha found a diary.

It’s not quite right to call it a diary. After all, who writes a diary these days?

This is a notebook where I occasionally record my mood. On some pages, there are some notes or sentence excerpts, and some are even rough papers for performances. Anyway, it is quite messy.

Bai Cha took a careful look at the page that recorded his mood.

There was no date, just some brief words.

[I am so annoyed. Do I have to go to high school? Do I have to get into college? But then again, what can I do if I don’t go to college? What if I don’t get in? I am so annoyed! ]

[I am speechless. It is raining again today. Why is there so much rain this year? My clothes are all damp. I feel really upset when it rains. The water in the school cannot be drained out. My shoes are all wet! ]

[The test results came out today, and they were even worse than before, more than a hundred points less. I feel like I’m done, I don’t want to take the college entrance exam anymore, let it go. Can I go through the independent recruitment? Definitely not, my family will scold me to death, but I really didn’t do well in the college entrance exam…]

[The head teacher is giving me chicken soup again. Sigh...it's raining outside again. It's annoying.] [Today on the way to school, I saw a woman. She was wearing all black and her face was frighteningly pale. I was startled early in the morning. She stared at me for a while. I saw that she seemed to be holding something in her arms. It looked like a photo. Could it be a posthumous photo? Forget it. What does it have to do with me?]

[Tomorrow is Qingming Festival... No wonder it has rained so much recently. Cao Jimin told me that if we have a day off tomorrow, she wants to go and pay respects to her. She asked me if I wanted to go with her. How could I go? I couldn't tell anyone at home. If I told them I was going out, I would definitely get scolded! ]

[Alas, maybe because today is Qingming Festival, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that she came back to class. The strange thing is that I don’t know why I dreamed that she had no heart. The heart was empty. She asked me where her heart was. I was scared awake and felt a little sad. I asked Cao Jimin what happened at the beginning. She said she didn’t know. Maybe the only people who knew the specific situation were the teacher and the monitor.]

[I didn’t do well in the exam, and my family members scolded me. I felt like dying.]

Although there are no dates marked on the content of each paragraph, the time is pushed back.

The latest content is: I heard that there is going to be a typhoon, but it probably won't reach us. However, the weather forecast says that it will rain a lot recently. It's so annoying. I really hate rain.

It ends here, the rest of the notebook has not been used yet.

Bai Cha looked somewhere else and found a group photo.

This is a group photo of the whole class. Looking at the date marked on the back, it was taken just last week.

I counted the number of people, there were 34 in total, so there weren't many of them.

Each person's name was printed on the back. Bai Cha checked them one by one and found Cao Jimin.

She is a girl with short hair and bangs, ordinary and pretty looks, and wears narrow plastic-framed glasses.

I don’t know who the class monitor is, but the head teacher should be the teacher in the middle, whose name is Hou Changhai.

"Yangmei, have you found any clues? I have a photo here."

Bai Cha looked at Zhang Yuchang, stood up, and handed him the diary in his hand.

"Do you know who the monitor is?"

"Yes, it's this guy called Zhou Yunbang."

Zhang Yuchang pointed to a person in the photo.

"He and I have a pretty good relationship. In my chat history with him, I mentioned calling him squad leader."

"So is there anything in your chat history? Who is that girl?"

Zhang Yuchang shook his head. He didn’t find these in the chat records.

"I don't know, maybe it's school bullying?"

It seems to be the case.

"It's hard to say, let's check the news."

This girl must be dead. It's impossible that there is no news at all.

As Bai Cha spoke, he took out his cell phone to search for local police reports.

Zhang Yuchang also checked, and soon both of them had clues.

"There is indeed a news report about a girl from a class in our No. 2 High School who went out on a weekend and never came back. When she was found, she was already dead. Her family was very sad, but the specific details were not disclosed because they involve the privacy of the victim and it is suspected to be homicide. The murderer has not been identified yet."

Zhang Yuchang handed the phone to Bai Cha as he spoke. Bai Cha took a look at it and also let Zhang Yuchang look at what he found on his phone.

It's a police report.

But it was not homicide, but suicide due to too much pressure.

The case has been closed.