Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 37 Pain, pain, pain, pain!
Now it's 19:55.

There are 5 minutes left before the end of the first evening self-study session.

All matters, big and small, in the class have been arranged properly, and all traces have been completely eliminated.

Teacher Pan was an extremely meticulous contractor. He was responsible for checking everything and would not leave any clues for a possible police search.

As he tidied up the traces left by "Yan Ming" in the classroom, he walked over to Yan Ming and greeted him warmly:
“Li Xiaoyu, I know you are feeling very anxious right now and don’t know what to do in the future.”

"It's okay, trust your classmates and teachers, you'll thank us later."

"Perhaps some crucial information has been missed, but I believe your all-powerful father will help us overcome this difficulty, right?"

Yan Ming nodded stiffly, understanding that it was not yet time to resist.

Under Teacher Pan's influence, the entire class stood on the opposite side of "Yan Ming." According to their plan, "Yan Ming" would fall from the rooftop in less than half an hour.

Second death.

Or rather, complete death.

Something has to be done to change the course of this situation.

Did they leave behind some clues to the truth behind the death?

Yan Ming frowned. He wasn't sure if this could actually prevent his death, because even if the police found out the truth about "Yan Ming's" death, that "Yan Ming" would already have fallen from the building.

He wasn't sure how much he needed to be saved to survive.

My gaze shifted to the small corner at the back of the classroom, where mops and brooms were stored. There, a body was found inside a boarding student's suitcase.

The body is Yan Ming. After class, he will be taken to the rooftop surrounded by some classmates and temporarily placed in the stargazing room.

After Yan Ming impersonates "Yan Ming" and completes all the planned work, the corpse will be thrown off a high-rise building to create the appearance of fractures from the fall.

Meanwhile, the students downstairs will provide support and fix the pencil in the eye socket of "Yan Ming's" corpse in place.

In this way, it's as if Yan Ming was just unlucky enough to fall down the building and land on a pencil stuck in the mud, resulting in his immediate death.

However, logically speaking, the order of the fatal injury and the fracture from jumping off the building is obviously problematic, and Yan Ming believes that the forensic doctor will definitely be able to detect this.

However, with the help of Li Xiaoyu's father, Mr. Li Yimu, to cover it up, the autopsy results will probably not be presented in accordance with the truth.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, the mop next to the suitcase tilted and fell to the ground.

The long handle struck the ground with an extremely crisp and loud sound, instantly attracting the attention of all the students in the class.

However, after realizing that it was a mop that had fallen over, everyone turned back and went back to their own business.

"Oh dear, the wind is really strong tonight. It blew over a mop, and it looks like it's going to pour rain."

Teacher Pan turned around and saw the mop had fallen over, so she went over and picked it up, then looked at Yan Ming and said:
"Alright, Li Xiaoyu, now you need to get into the mood. We're about to begin the first act."

Yan Ming nodded silently, but a hint of doubt arose in his heart.

No, he thought he just saw the suitcase move.

The suitcase moved slightly, touching the mop, and then the mop fell to the ground.

It wasn't wind at all.

The windows had been closed long ago, a fact that Teacher Pan himself was aware of.

This is……

Yan Ming squinted at the suitcase.

Could it be that my corpse isn't dead yet?

A strange hope arose in his heart: if the body in the suitcase was still alive, he might be able to find a way out of this dead end.

Yes, an opportunity to break the deadlock.

Teacher Pan looked at him, smiled with narrowed eyes, picked up her suitcase and started walking outside.

This was not in line with the original plan, but since he was Teacher Pan, no one in the class objected.

The bell rang precisely on time, and Yan Ming glanced at the clock in the classroom at the same moment.

20: 00.

It's 8 PM now.

Eight o'clock?

Half an hour left?

Yan Ming suddenly realized something crucial. 8:30 was the perfect time to properly pretend to be a ghost; if he could delay it for another half hour…

Does that mean there's a much better chance?
Both the Spying Ghost and the Doctor Ghost are very useful in this situation.

perhaps……

There is also a third type of ghost that can be disguised.

We need to delay for half an hour.

Yan Ming's mind flashed through the time schedule that Teacher Pan had just made, and at the same time, he stood up from his seat.

He would get to the rooftop within five minutes, then play on his phone for ten minutes or so, while complaining to a few familiar classmates about Teacher Pan's lifestyle.

Finally, when no one was around, his phone would fall downstairs.

No, it was actually Yan Ming's phone. His classmates had put it in his pocket when they were exchanging clothes.

"Damn it, what a stupid self-study class."

Yan Ming stood up angrily from his seat, kicked the seat before slamming the door and leaving the classroom.

If you're going to do something, do it right. Since you're going to pretend to be the school bully "Yan Ming," then do it as convincingly as possible.

He left the classroom, his eyes quickly scanning the corridor.

As soon as get out of class ended, the corridor was crowded with students. Some were going to the toilet, some were chatting by leaning against the corridor railing, and some wanted to take this opportunity to run to the school store to buy some snacks to prepare for the next two evening self-study sessions.

Suddenly, he noticed two familiar faces.

On the opposite floor, at the entrance of Class 3, Grade 12, a man and a woman stood in the bustling crowd, also watching the situation.

In an instant, Yan Ming realized that they were the people who could truly help him.

But at that same moment, a boy carrying a basketball ran past him and accidentally bumped into his shoulder.

Yan Ming felt dizzy and disoriented, and then only one thought remained.

It hurts so much!
In his remaining single eye, Yan Ming saw a girl who looked seven or eight parts like him standing in astonishment by the table.

He slumped helplessly on the desk, a pencil piercing his eye socket.

His entire body gradually weakened, and Yan Ming lost all ability to move; only the boundless pain reminded him—

You still have the ability to think.

This is……

Yan Ming's unseeing eyes witnessed everything that happened in the classroom. Teacher Pan laid out a complete plan for "murder and disposal of the body" on the podium, exactly the same as what he had just experienced.

So now I'm rewatching the whole process from the perspective of the corpse?

Am I both Li Xiaoyu and Yan Ming's immobile corpse?

Yan Ming watched helplessly as his classmates manipulated his body, cleaning up all traces of the murder that shouldn't exist in the classroom.

Then they took off his clothes and put them on Li Xiaoyu, and finally stuffed the body into a suitcase.

As darkness enveloped him, Yan Ming felt his body twisting abnormally, yet he was completely unable to move.

No, it seems like it's not that you can't move at all.

Yan Ming painstakingly felt his body and finally kicked his calf lightly.

"Snapped!"

A loud voice came from right next to the suitcase.

Is it a mop?
Did my movement just now knock over the mop?

Yan Ming realized what had happened outside the suitcase, and then frowned slightly.

What can we do now?

No, wait!
Suddenly, a thunderbolt flashed through his mind.

If he remembers correctly...

After the corpse kicked over the mop next to it, Teacher Pan did not act according to the original plan and directly pulled the suitcase away.

That is...

just now!

He knows I can move!
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