After reading Chen Ge's reply, Duan Yue deleted all the messages instantly, and then she and Ol' Zhou retreated more than five meters away together. The curious visitors still gathered at the backdoor. The bravest Small Ghost slowly entered the classroom. "The student was standing in the middle of the room. All of you saw that, right?"
Sister Ghost nodded.
"There has to be a hidden path. The classroom is so dark, and there is such much trash here. there are many places one can use to hide." Then she looked around. "Didn't you realize this classroom is different from the rest? There are many extra things; it's like a storeroom."
The classroom was indeed strange. There were red symbols on the blackboard, and every table was covered in carved words. The drawers were stuffed with bulging schoolbags. Some of the bags had black and red stains, and some had something that looked suspiciously like hair pushed out from the zipper.
