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Below is the signature of a person named "Xie Yiping".

"They're here too."

Cheng Caijun came closer, holding a crumpled piece of paper. He unfolded it and saw that it contained the exact same rules and the exact same red crosses. The only difference was the signature under the rules, which was signed by someone else named "Li Hong".

The two quickly unfolded all the remaining scraps of paper and were stunned to see the different people and different styles of signatures on each piece of paper.

"Li Hong..."

All the scrap paper was unfolded, totaling sixty-six sheets. Under each A4 sheet were the names of the students from Class D, 2015.

"What a wonderful school! Everything they do is for their college entrance exam pass rate, for their future!"

Cheng Caijun was so angry he almost laughed. Not a single lie he told was true; it was all for the school's college entrance rate and for the future of the students in Class A.

If he hadn't witnessed that scene in the basement earlier, he would have truly been fooled by the school's rhetoric.

The so-called individualized teaching and special training are nothing but a way to deceive these students and perform a ritual to change their fortunes.

"Why...why did they cross all these rules out?"

Cheng Caijun was puzzled.

"This is resistance." Lu Changsheng sighed and said, "I suspect these students have realized something is wrong."

The two put away a copy of the rules, then walked out of the stairwell and went up to the third floor.

The layout of the third floor is exactly the same as the main teaching building, but the entire teaching building is ten times more dilapidated than before, with cement walls, broken wooden doors, and not even white paint or tiles. The floor is covered in dust.

But what caught Lu Changsheng's attention was that the khaki curtains that were originally covering the corridor windows had moved to the outside of the windows.

The windows, which were completely exposed, were covered with scratches, and Lu Changsheng even noticed that some parts of the windows had cracked.

Lu Changsheng tried to open the window, but found it was firmly locked from the outside and he couldn't open it no matter how hard he tried.

Suddenly, Lu Changsheng paused, lowered his voice, and said to Cheng Caijun:

"Shh—did you hear something?"

Cheng Caijun was startled and immediately listened carefully. He heard the sound of reading coming from the classroom in front of him.

The two tiptoed towards the classroom door, where they saw a sign that read:

[Class of 2015, Grade 12, Class D]

The two walked to the classroom window and quietly peeked inside.

The sound of reading aloud in the classroom suddenly stopped, and all the students in the classroom turned their heads at once to look at Lu Changsheng.

Lu Changsheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and countless blurry faces silently "looked" at him.

In the dark, stuffy classroom, the blurry faces, like shadows, seemed to be silently telling a story.

"Holy crap, run!"

Cheng Caijun grabbed Lu Changsheng's hand and started to run away.

"Don't run!" Lu Changsheng stumbled from the pull, almost falling to the ground. "They can't get out—"

"Stop pulling! They can't get out unless the bell rings again!"

"What?"

Cheng Caijun stopped, wiped the large beads of sweat from his face, and his chest heaved violently.

"Are you sure they can't get out?"

"Rule number six of the fourth teaching building," Lu Changsheng calmly repeated, "is that you must return to your classroom to study after hearing the bell, and you may not leave until the bell rings again."

Sure enough, as soon as Lu Changsheng finished speaking, the "students" in the classroom mechanically turned around, and the sound of reading aloud rang out again:

"I sigh deeply and wipe away my tears, lamenting the many hardships of the people's lives."

"What my heart desires, I will not regret even if I die nine times."

Coupled with Qu Yuan's words, it exudes an indescribable sense of oppression and despair, as if each word is being squeezed out from the depths of the throat.

"Are these weirdos all students from Class 3D of the senior year? But didn't we just see their corpses in the basement?"

Cheng Caijun took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and his mind began to work.

"They're not weirdos, they're ghosts," Lu Changsheng said. "The weirdos in the game become ghosts after they die."

"If you're a ghost... then why are you still bound by rules? Even as a ghost, you can't find peace?"

"have no idea."

Lu Changsheng shook his head, thinking about what he had just seen in the classroom, and felt that something was not right.

"If the bell rings again, won't those monsters come out?"

"Yes, this ringtone is key—when exactly will it ring again?"

"Isn't it four hours?"

Cheng Caijun looked completely bewildered.

[Exam Rule 3: The exam lasts four hours. The invigilator will begin collecting the papers after the bell rings.]

"The rules only state that the exam lasts four hours, but they don't say that the bell will ring after four hours. Otherwise, the rules would say that the papers will be collected after four hours."

"There's no need to be so pedantic..."

"Splitting words?" Lu Changsheng chuckled. "You haven't watched enough of those rule-based mystery livestreams. Go check them out more after you leave the dungeon!"

"Then...where should we go now?"

Cheng Caijun racked his brains, but the more he thought about it, the more overwhelmed he felt.

"Let me take another look."

Lu Changsheng looked into the classroom again through the corridor window.

The sound of reading in the classroom stopped again, and countless blurry faces in the classroom turned their heads to look at Lu Changsheng.

Lu Changsheng ignored it, stretched out his hand, and began to count the number of people one by one.

"1, 2, 3.....64, 65."

"65." Lu Changsheng stared at all the blurry faces and murmured softly, "As expected... one is missing."

Lu Changsheng squatted down, and the sound of reading aloud rang out in the classroom again.

He stood up again and looked into the classroom; the reading had stopped again.

He stood up and squatted down several times until the reading in the classroom stopped and the ghosts stopped looking at Lu Changsheng.

"Looks like he's not completely unconscious after all!"

Cheng Caijun, who was watching from the side, was dumbfounded and almost thought that Lu Changsheng had lost his mind.

Is this the legendary creature that even ghosts dislike?

"Ahem, let's go check the fourth-floor dormitory first; we might find more clues."

Lu Changsheng was a little embarrassed, but he would never show it on his face.

As long as you don't think you have a problem, then there will be great scholars to defend you.

As expected, the live chat was filled with "hahahahaha" comments.

【Wow, is Lu Shen really that cute? His actions just now were hilarious!】

[This completely stumped the ghost. The ghost thought: "You little punk, are you trying to play me for fools?!"]

[Freshly baked meme: "Lu Changsheng squatting and squatting on repeat~"]

[Hahaha, don't laugh! God Lu must have his reasons for doing this. You mortals don't understand the actions of a god...]

I didn't laugh; I was just momentarily stunned and confused.

The two carefully climbed the stairs. The fourth floor was even more rudimentary than the third floor, with blackened cement and rows of locked wooden doors, on which numbers such as "401" and "402" were written with markers.

"The doors are all locked."

Cheng Caijun tugged at the door and found it locked from the inside.