"Damn it, that stone tablet boasts about being the heavens. If it really is, why doesn't it come save us? All it does is talk nonsense!"

"It can't even talk properly, just spouting random words."

Back in the classroom, everyone took turns complaining, not taking the stone tablet's last words seriously.

After all, a stone tablet with an LED screen claiming to be the heavens was quite the joke.

At this moment, a group of people gathered around Gao Wenyi's desk.

"Is there really someone named Liu Wuhuan, and he just happens to be your classmate?" Zhang Yang asked.

Gao Wenyi nodded slightly, "There definitely is. The moment I saw the name, I remembered."

"What about the rest? Where does he live, which class is he in, did you have any interactions... don't you remember any of that?"

Mentioning these questions made Gao Wenyi's head ache again, and he replied impatiently, "I already said, I can only remember that there's such a person. He was my middle school classmate, and he attended the same high school as us. I don't remember anything else... stop asking."

Deng Xin, rubbing his chin, asked, "Have any of you heard of this person? I have no impression of him at all."

Everyone shook their heads, and Zhang Yang suggested, "Let's ask around later. He should be in our grade, at least we should figure out which class he's in, right?"

"What if we can't figure it out..." Xu Yueyue hesitated before saying, "Just like Mao Houwang and the others, forgotten by those ordinary people..."

Seeing Xu Yueyue speak, Deng Xin leaned in, looking at the bandage on her face with concern, "Are you okay? Is the injury on your face better? Did it hurt your eyes?"

"Much better." Xu Yueyue's expression was a bit impatient, "Now's not the time to talk about this, let's discuss the main issue!"

"Alright, alright, let's talk about the main issue." Deng Xin chuckled awkwardly and pulled over a chair to sit down.

"Even if no one remembers Liu Wuhuan, we can at least be sure of one thing," Zhou Yulong said, "This Liu Wuhuan is definitely dead, and he has a significant connection to this so-called 'Spirit Grudge'..."

Deng Xin suddenly knocked on the table, "Could it be that Liu Wuhuan died and turned into a vengeful spirit haunting us, causing all this to happen?"

After a moment of silence, Zhou Yulong said, "That's a typical campus horror movie plot, but I don't think it's very likely..."

"Why not?"

"Because the idea that people turn into ghosts after they die is ridiculous," Zhou Yulong explained, "From the dawn of humanity to now, the number of dead people is far greater than the living. If they all turned into ghosts, the streets would be overcrowded..."

Su Yuan played with a ballpoint pen, not speaking.

Deng Xin, unwilling to concede, said, "Not everyone who dies becomes a vengeful spirit, only those with deep resentment can... doesn't Zhang Yang's family have a Taoist priest? Ask him if there's such a saying."

Zhang Yang glanced at him, looking a bit despondent, "Do you think I have the right to talk about this now?"

The ballpoint pen in Su Yuan's hand snapped with a "pop," and he quickly took out another one, twirling it between his fingers.

The atmosphere became a bit tense...

"It's not your fault. The stone tablet already said that the only way to survive is to 'discern the ghost's killing pattern,' which means there are probably no Taoist priests left who can deal with ghosts..."

Zhou Yulong first comforted Zhang Yang, then continued, "Liu Wuhuan was just an ordinary student. How much resentment could his death have caused?"

Lian Yusi, a female classmate, speculated, "Campus bullying?"

That indeed has been a widely discussed topic in recent years.

It's also one of the most common occurrences on campus.

News of students jumping off buildings after being bullied or retaliating with violence is all too frequent.

"Let's assume that's the case," Zhou Yulong said, glancing at her, "But we weren't the ones who bullied him. We don't even know him. Why would he haunt us instead of going after the bullies?"

"Zhou Yulong makes a good point," said Wu Chenfei, a dark-skinned classmate with a buzz cut, "If everyone who was wronged could turn into a vengeful spirit, we wouldn't need the police. They'd crawl out of their coffins to take revenge themselves..."

Deng Xin had nothing to say, feeling a bit embarrassed. He glanced at Xu Yueyue, but she wasn't even looking at him.

So he sarcastically looked at Zhou Yulong, "So what brilliant ideas do you have?"

"None..." Zhou Yulong didn't mind, replying straightforwardly, "There's too little information. It's only been a day and two nights since this started, and we have no leads."

"Tch..." Deng Xin sneered.

Just then, the class bell rang, and everyone returned to their seats.

Compared to the previous two classes, everyone's spirits seemed slightly lifted.

Though the stone tablet's appearance didn't provide any substantial help, it at least gave everyone a glimmer of hope.

At least... there was still a chance to end all this.

Su Yuan sat at his desk, doodling on a blank sheet of paper.

He drew three circles.

Inside the circles were:

[Class Ten] [Stone Tablet]

[Bloody Writing] [Family Members]

[New School Security and Dorm Supervisor]

In the middle of the three circles were [Suicidal Bird] and [Power Outage].

Su Yuan had been at Jiangyan No. 2 High School for two and a half years and had never experienced a power outage during evening self-study.

Especially not at such a crucial moment.

No matter what, he couldn't believe this was just a coincidence.

As for the bird that launched a suicide attack on a rainy night, that was even more absurd.

Regardless, answers would come soon.

Before the last class of the lunch break, Qi Yinhong's items were delivered to the school.

In the restroom.

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Qi Yinhong handed a small black box to Su Yuan, "I heard this is used by international spies, top quality."

He pinched the cigarette butt between his thumb and forefinger, took a deep drag, and exhaled through both his mouth and nose.

"Alright, reliable!"

Su Yuan took the box and put it in his pocket, patting Qi Yinhong on the shoulder, "Next time, dinner's on me!"

Qi Yinhong nodded, then looked up with a strange expression, "You got it backwards, didn't you?"

"Nope, you treat me to dinner, consider it my thanks." Su Yuan said, exhaling smoke.

"Alright, alright! You're the man." Qi Yinhong didn't bother arguing, "You haven't said what you need this for, and why are we hiding in the restroom to make the exchange?"

"There are surveillance cameras in the classroom..." Su Yuan didn't elaborate, "It's just a hunch for now. I'll tell you when I have results."

"So secretive..."

Before Qi Yinhong could finish, someone suddenly banged on the restroom stall door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Outside, Section Leader Zhao Han's voice came, "Who's in there? Are you smoking? Get out here now!"

Qi Yinhong, already jumpy from recent knocks, was so startled he dropped his cigarette. He looked at Su Yuan with panic, "What do we do?"

Zhao Han hated students smoking. If caught, they'd face punishment, not to mention their parents would be notified.

His butt would definitely get a beating!

Su Yuan, however, remained calm, patting his shoulder, "Take care."

"Huh?"

In Qi Yinhong's despairing gaze, Su Yuan lightly jumped up, grabbed the partition, and vaulted over, landing silently in the next stall like a nimble cat.

Then, he opened the door and walked out, casually greeting Zhao Han, who was banging on the next door, "Hello, teacher."

Zhao Han was taken aback, "Hello..."

Then he turned back to pounding on the door, "Open up! I saw smoke coming out, get out here now!"