Nanyuan chose to block her hearing. After listening a few times, she already knew how tragically these people died, especially the boys.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the evil spirits gave orders on purpose. The girls didn't die as badly as the boys, and most of them were directly strangled.

But that suffocation feeling is also terrible, and no one wants to experience it again.

The time in the ghost realm is much shorter than the time in reality.

Twenty people gathered together, and only had time to chat about their experiences last night, and the bell rang again.

This section is an English class, and the English teacher is a female teacher.

Clearly, the discipline of this class was more chaotic than the previous class.

Yuan Lingxiao glanced at Nan Yuan subconsciously, and quickly looked away again.

After class this time, Yuan Lingxiao immediately gathered the people together, "There are at least two conditions for the appearance of evil spirits. One is that he suffered too much torture before his death, either committing suicide or being killed by others. The second point should be time, The evil spirits come out to do evil only after dark.

There is a class schedule on my desk. It was the third class this afternoon. The end time is 4:20. There is also the fourth class, 4:50-5:30. It's getting dark, we don't have much time, we have to find the evil ghost during the 30 minutes of activity in the middle and before the end of the fourth class.

In addition, this time the ghost realm is a school, and the student who died should be a student. I initially guessed that it was a campus bullying incident, so we focused on the students who were easily bullied in the classroom..."

Nan Yuan didn't listen to Yuan Lingxiao's nonsense, she followed the English teacher out.

The desks in this classroom are old-fashioned, and the school is not large, so the time should be ten to fifteen years ago, and the location may be a small county.

At that time, the management of high schools was strict. Even in small places, education was very strict. The school would not allow students to dye their hair.

But nearly a third of the students in this classroom have dyed hair.

And the classroom discipline of the two classes just now. She and Zhao Junwei were threw chalk by the teacher because they were chatting. Play games with a flip phone, eat snacks, sleep...

From this, it can be inferred that this place should be a high school in a small county with a bad atmosphere, with most poor students and thorns.

Since it was the primordial spirit that entered the ghost realm, even if it was just a small strand of primordial spirit, Nan Yuan's consciousness could easily cover the entire school. She heard just now that several boys sitting in the back row of the classroom were making dirty jokes.

One of the boys, Zhang Kuang, said more than once that he wanted to teach the English teacher a lesson because the English teacher gave him zero marks for his composition.

Others might think he was joking, but Nan Yuan could tell that he was ruthless when he said this, and it really moved his mind.

Although this English teacher likes to pretend to be serious with a straight face, he is actually very young and beautiful.

The office is at one end of the aisle, and at the other is the bathroom.

After Nan Yuan determined the location of the office, she returned to the classroom.

"Boss, why did you go just now?" Zhao Junwei immediately posted it.

"Go to investigate some possible crime sites." Nan Yuan said.

"As expected of a boss! Big boss, can you leave a contact information or address? It's convenient to contact you after you wake up."

Nan Yuan said a series of numbers.

Zhao Junwei wrote it down immediately, and then continued to ask: "Boss, Ling Xiao said that the evil ghost may be a student who was bullied on campus, do you think so?"

Nan Yuan glanced at him lightly, and suddenly asked him, "These people listen to you, or do they listen to Yuan Lingxiao?"

Zhao Junwei was stunned for a moment, and answered truthfully: "Ling Xiao looks smart and reliable, and he is more handsome than me. Everyone should be more willing to believe him. But Ling Xiao is not a headstrong person. If what others say makes sense, he will will listen."

Zhao Junwei is not stupid, he can hear what the other party means.

Her opinion may be different from Ling Xiao.

Nan Yuan nodded, "Then you go and tell him that the devil is likely to be the English teacher, find someone to follow the English teacher, and then focus on a boy named Zhang Kuang."

Zhao Junwei nodded again and again, "What else did the boss find?"

"Zhang Kuang may have accomplices, and the time for doing evil is very likely to be the next class or evening self-study, and the place of doing evil—"

Nan Yuan paused, "The office or the bathroom. Protect the English teacher from harm. You can hide in the office where she is if necessary. That's all I can help."

"Ah? Aren't you going to save the teacher with us?"

"I have other things to do, and this has nothing to do with you."

Although Zhao Junwei was dying of curiosity, he didn't keep up with it.

He saw Yuan Shu walk to the stairs on this floor and then go upstairs.

and many more!

Go upstairs?

Isn't there already a third floor here?

From the first floor to the third floor, the entire teaching building has three floors. If you go up, it will be the top of the building?

What is Yuan Shu doing on the roof?

It's impossible that you want to jump off the building ahead of time to end your life, right? Three floors up, you shouldn't be killed if you jump down.

However, is the fire stairway to the roof at this location?

Zhao Junwei's heart skipped a beat. Even though the boss said he was not allowed to follow him, there was a voice in his heart telling him that he must follow him to see it, maybe he would open the door to a new world.

After Zhao Junwei did a minute of psychological construction, he walked through the NPCs coming and going in the corridor to the entrance of the stairs.

However, standing at the top of the stairs at this time, he was dumbfounded.

The fire stairs to the top are not here at all!

How did Yuan Shu go upstairs a minute ago?

He really saw her walking at night with her legs on her feet. How could she go up without steps?

Zhao Junwei shuddered. I don't know if it was an illusion. He felt that the surroundings were a bit chilly, or the kind of chill that even his bones trembled.

The next second, Zhao Junwei's feet got wind, he turned around and ran.

Ahhhh, what the hell!

The evil ghost hasn't appeared yet, why did he see the ghost in advance!

Zhao Junwei deeply regretted that his curiosity had caused trouble, so he insisted on taking a look.

Now his hands and feet are cold and his scalp is numb, and his brain is not working well. What the **** did Mr. Yuan Shu say just now?

...

Nan Yuan followed the steps to the fourth floor, which did not exist.

Just like last night, as I walked, the steps under my feet became wooden steps.

The corner of Nan Yuan's mouth twitched slightly.

Sure enough, every ghost realm is connected to his residence.

One is born, the second is cooked.

Nan Yuan pushed open the carved wooden door and swaggered into the house privately.

The attic is still the same attic, and the decorations are still the same, but the peony flowers are a little changed.

But what about people, where did they go?

Nan Yuan sat on the couch and slowly took out the blood jade hairpin hanging around her neck.

After staring at the blood hosta for five minutes, Nan Yuan smiled.

"It seems that this time you have a very deep way of doing things, and attached to this blood jade hairpin, you have hidden all the anger and yin in your body.

If Zhou Yue's reaction hadn't been so intense, Nan Yuan wouldn't have suspected the blood jade hairpin.

After all, the other party hid so well that even she didn't see any problem at first glance.

"Since it is attached to this blood jade hairpin to cultivate, no matter whether it is closed or really asleep, you should hear what I say."

Thinking of something, the smile on Nan Yuan's lips deepened, "When I stroke this hosta, is it the body I'm stroking? If so, am I abusing you?"