Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 39 They're Laughing
dark.

All I could see was pure darkness.

I could feel the liquid running down my face; it had a faint fishy smell.

It wasn't tears, but blood flowing from the eye sockets, possibly mixed with something like cerebrospinal fluid.

pain.

My head still hurts.

The pain was at a level that threatened to impair his normal thinking, forcing him to constantly distract himself from suppressing it.

"Bah."

The wheels of the suitcase scraped against the ground with a screeching sound, then it tilted slightly. Yan Ming, who was inside, felt his body's center of gravity shift forward, and it began to move to other positions.

Moving the body?

Where is Teacher Pan going to take her suitcase?

Yan Ming was startled, sensing something was wrong.

If this person has indeed discovered that my consciousness is inside this corpse, then I am in danger.

It might sound strange, but that's really the situation right now:

Even as a corpse, I am still terrified of death.

Yan Ming had no doubt that if given the chance, Teacher Pan would repeatedly whip the corpse until all of his consciousness was completely eradicated.

He continued to try to move his body, at least to make some noise on the suitcase, so as to attract attention and perhaps get rescued.

But I can't do it.

He had noticed the suitcase move slightly when he was still Li Xiaoyu, but it only moved slightly.

This means that the body inside the suitcase did not send out a distress signal.

Thinking about it carefully, it's quite amazing. At the time point of 19:56, Yan Ming's consciousness existed simultaneously in "Li Xiaoyu's" body and the corpse in the suitcase.

However, the two consciousnesses were not in agreement and were unable to exchange any messages.

However, Yan Ming felt that this state could definitely be used. He needed to find more information so that he could have a chance to save himself.

Yan Ming continued to try, but the kick he had just performed was like an accidental reconnection after a disconnection. His consciousness and his body remained separate, and he could no longer control them.

I can’t move. I still can’t move.

Listening to the completely silent environment outside the suitcase, Yan Ming's heart sank. He didn't dwell on why Teacher Pan wanted to completely destroy him, because the malice of ghosts towards people was always without reason.

The only question is why in this way?
What exactly is the power of this ghost, or rather, this group of ghosts?
Could it be related to my initial guess about "covering my eyes"?
Yan Ming temporarily abandoned his speculations based on insufficient information and focused his attention on the suitcase.

Turn right, turn right, go forward.

He secretly noted how many turns the suitcase went through in Teacher Pan's hands, in order to determine his approximate location.

After about three minutes, he felt the suitcase stop.

"boom--"

The sound of the door closing was followed by a series of hurried footsteps, which were moving away from him.

Yan Ming still remembers the sound of those shoes; they were leather shoes, just like Teacher Pan's pair of leather shoes.

Did Teacher Pan hide him here and then leave?

What is this person trying to do?
He wasn't very familiar with the school's layout, but the map in his mind and his sense of direction told him:
You are most likely in the toilet right now.

To be precise, it was in the toilet stalls.

"Why is there an exam tomorrow when we just got back to school? And it's even based on the homework. The head of the teaching department is disgusting."

"Just give it a casual test. Anyway, these kinds of small tests won't send a text message to the parents. At most, the teacher will give a few words of criticism..."

"Damn, who came so fast and took my spot?"

"Bang, bang." Immediately afterwards, two hammer blows were made to the door, confirming Yan Ming's location.

Sure enough, he was in a toilet stall on this floor, and judging from the sound, it was the men's room.

At the same time, more than a dozen people poured into the restroom, and the noise indicated that get out of class was over and the students were coming to use the restroom.

Did Teacher Pan leave first because someone came after class?
Or did he intend to hide the body in the toilet from the start?
Yan Ming didn't know the answer, but he knew that now was his best chance to escape, because Teacher Pan would definitely go back to the toilet after the class bell rang.

Whatever Teacher Pan intended to do with the corpse back then, it probably wouldn't have been a good thing.

Now, imagine yourself being able to move.

I am not dead yet. Even if my soul is residing in Yan Ming's corpse, I can still sense my limbs and five senses!
Yan Ming forced himself to recall the feeling of having normal control over his body, imagining his soul as an awl, piercing through all obstacles that prevented him from controlling his body.

and many more……

It's a new flavor!
The toilet had a cold, sour smell of urine!

My nose seems to be normal now?
Before Yan Ming could even feel the joy of successfully smelling urine, he discovered that he had regained feeling in his calf. So he tried the same trick again and kicked the suitcase.

The suitcase suddenly started to shake, eventually losing its balance and hitting the toilet stall door, where it briefly achieved a tilted equilibrium.

However, the suitcase had wheels at the bottom, so the balance was quickly broken. The wheels rolled backward, and the suitcase tipped over completely.

Yan Ming, who was inside, overturned along with his suitcase and also felt dizzy.

This is……

Here we go again, are we switching bodies again?
Just as his consciousness was about to shift, Yan Ming suddenly felt the suitcase stop tipping over.

It didn't collapse?
Something is blocking the suitcase...

No, someone held the suitcase steady because they didn't want the students outside the cubicle to hear it fall over!

There's someone in this cubicle?
Just as this thought crossed Yan Ming's mind, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"call--"

It felt as if he had just emerged from the seabed, and the oxygen was rushing into his lungs, giving him a sweet sense of satisfaction.

Yan Ming took several deep breaths before looking around.

He was certain that he was currently in the "Li Xiaoyu" stage, but not in the corridor before the consciousness switch.

It was pitch black all around, with lights rising from the teaching building outside the rooftop, providing him with a rare glimmer of light.

I've reached the rooftop as planned, and the teaching building is now quiet again, which means the second evening self-study session has begun.

The fact that the "corpse" was in the toilet before class started means that I must have missed 6 to 10 minutes.

Time was very tight, and Teacher Pan probably didn't have time to move the body to the rooftop because he could only move it after class, when there were no students in the corridor.

I hope Yan Ming's body isn't on the rooftop, because that means I still have some time.

Yan Ming turned on his phone's flashlight and looked into the stargazing area by its light.

The stargazing area is a small, fortress-like, hemispherical room. Originally, Wangcheng No. 1 Middle School had astronomical telescopes for teaching, but it was later discovered that the related courses could not directly improve students' scores.

So the astronomical telescope was moved back to the vice principal's home, and the stargazing spot became an abandoned storage room.

"This is……"

Yan Ming walked to the entrance of the stargazing site, looked inside, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Inside were 12 corpses of Yan Ming, sitting in a circle along the room with their legs stretched out towards the center.

Yan Ming's short hair was threaded through and strung together with red thread, forming a circle that connected end to end.

They are laughing.

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