Chapter 87: You’re in the Drawing
The words were carved into the desk’s surface with the tip of a pen, each stroke made with full force, clearly showing that the writer was in a state of extreme pain and despair.
The writing was concentrated in the center of the wooden desk. To get a better look, Chen Ge bent down and leaned closer to the table.
“The eyes on the bathroom stall partition came to life! I saw them—the eyeballs were moving!”
“I don’t know why I’m having this illusion, but ever since that day, I’ve felt like there’s a pair of eyes watching me.”
“They could be hiding anywhere—in the drawer, the cabinet, by the bed, behind the pillow.”
“I don’t even have the courage to reach into the drawer anymore. I’m afraid they’re hiding in my backpack.”
“I’m scared of being alone. I dare not enter any enclosed space anymore. I fear the dark. As soon as the lights go out, I wake up from nightmares! I’m really going crazy. I feel like those eyes are right beside me.”
“What should I do? In a place I can’t see, there’s an eyeball staring at me.”
“It must be hiding somewhere. That eyeball looks familiar, but I’ve forgotten where I’ve seen it before.”
“I told my parents and my homeroom teacher about this. They said I’m under too much academic pressure and that I’m hallucinating.”
“It must be a hallucination, right? Otherwise, why would I think my homeroom teacher’s eyeball looks so much like the one watching me?”
“My parents asked the teacher to look after me more. They mean well, but whenever I get close to my most respected teacher, I feel like gouging out his eyes.”
“Am I going crazy? I don’t dare tell anyone else. I’m so scared—scared of those eyes, and scared that the people around me will find out I’m not normal.”
“I’m pretending to be my old self, but those eyes seem to appear more and more often. I don’t know who to talk to.”
“I feel like I’m falling apart. Whenever I see needles, thread, or fruit knives, bad thoughts pop into my head. One second I can stay calm, and the next I’m suddenly crying for no reason. I can’t control myself. Those eyes see everything I do.”
“I can’t go on like this. I’ve had enough. Let me find release here.”
“I hope the legend of this classroom is real. I’m willing to give everything, just to destroy those eyes.”
After reading it all, Chen Ge didn’t rush to leave. Instead, he used his phone to record the words on the desk into the livestream, preserving the evidence.
The words on the desk must have been carved by the girl who was harmed by Teacher Fan.
The eyeball in the bathroom had left a deep psychological scar on her. Combined with Fan Yu’s father’s subsequent actions, it drove the child to this last classroom.
After paying some kind of price, she ultimately made Fan Yu’s father disappear, successfully getting rid of those eyes.
What caught Chen Ge’s attention was that the last classroom played a crucial role. In other words, the real killer of Fan Yu’s father might be the unclean thing in that last classroom.
“Three notes with different handwriting, a person who doesn’t exist on campus, and the ability to commit murder. If the unclean thing in the classroom is really the killer, then they should meet all three conditions.” Chen Ge looked around, feeling a bit uneasy. He remembered the group photo Fan Yu’s aunt had shown him. The ghosts in this classroom might not be just one or two—perhaps an entire class was trapped inside.
Chen Ge turned to look at the other desks. He noticed that every desk seemed to have something written on it.
“There are words carved on all the desks, but the handwriting is different.” As Chen Ge raised his flashlight to go take a look, he accidentally bumped into the desk he had just examined. The pen on it rolled to the side and fell to the floor.
When Chen Ge bent down to pick it up, a hand from the seat next to him reached out, grabbed the pen first, and handed it to him.
“Thanks.”
Chen Ge took the pen, the whole motion feeling perfectly natural. But as he turned around to put the pen back in its place—
A chill shot straight into his mind!
Where did that hand come from?
He swung his hammer back, but hit nothing. The last classroom looked exactly the same as when he had entered.
The desks and chairs hadn’t changed at all, but Chen Ge’s gaze toward them was now completely different.
“A classroom no one has ever entered, bustling with people at midnight, and it’s almost twelve now.” The side mission description flashed through his mind. Just imagining that scene was terrifying. Chen Ge abandoned the task, grabbed his phone and flashlight, and ran toward the classroom door.
The closer he got to the door, the more nervous he became. The worst-case scenario would be the door suddenly slamming shut, and when he turned around, finding the classroom full of “people.”
Quickening his pace, Chen Ge dashed out without looking back. Fortunately, what he feared didn’t happen.
“Looks like this side mission can’t be completed.” Chen Ge stared at the last classroom. The legend might very well be true—an entire class had turned into ghosts, trapped here.
Closing the classroom door, Chen Ge hadn’t yet calmed down when he looked down and saw something surprising.
Another set of footprints appeared outside the classroom door. The person seemed to have lingered outside for a long time before leaving.
“The tread looks like rubber boots. This person came prepared.” While he was inside the last classroom checking things out, someone else had been standing outside the door. Chen Ge felt a lingering fear. If he had been in danger inside and tried to run out, only to find the door blocked, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Gripping his tool hammer tightly, Chen Ge quickly steadied himself: “The footprints can’t be hidden. I’ll catch this person first.”
He followed the footprints, and the person didn’t seem to be trying to hide, as if they were waiting for him to come.
He chased them all the way to the third floor, where the footprints turned into the bathroom. Putting away his phone, Chen Ge slowly pushed open the bathroom door.
Standing in front of the fifth stall was a woman in a raincoat. She was thin and looked frail.
“Whether you’re human or ghost, if you can’t explain yourself tonight, you’re not leaving.” Chen Ge kept a three-meter distance from her.
After a long silence, the woman finally pulled back her raincoat hood, revealing her face: “I didn’t expect you to actually come here. I’m here to save you.”
This woman, appearing late at night at Muyang Middle School, was none other than Fan Yu’s aunt.
“Save me?” Chen Ge remained on high alert. Fan Yu’s aunt was also a suspect. He still hadn’t forgotten the glass of water she had kept urging him to drink.
“Yes, I saw Fan Yu’s drawing.” The woman fished a crumpled piece of white paper from her raincoat: “You’re in the drawing.”
“Put it on the ground and step back.”
Fan Yu’s aunt tossed the drawing in front of her and backed up to the sixth stall.