"Ghosts cannot be killed."
"The only thing that can deal with ghosts is ghosts themselves."
"Perceive the patterns of ghosts."
Three sentences were clearly written on the blackboard, messy yet distinct, indicating that Zhou Zheng had pressed hard when writing.
However, the students attending the evening study session looked at each other in bewilderment.
Was this man really an international police officer? Could he be a lunatic who escaped from somewhere? Was this a safety lecture? It seemed like he was just talking nonsense to deceive people.
Some students shook their heads in disbelief.
Others began to whisper, even laughing softly.
Apparently, most people didn't take Zhou Zheng's words to heart.
Only Yang Jian looked somewhat serious because the story and the photo from yesterday's forum made him feel uneasy, and coupled with this person's strange words... Could it be that the world is really undergoing some changes that he doesn't know about?
After writing the three sentences, Zhou Zheng didn't say anything more but looked at everyone with his haggard, bloodshot eyes: "Students, if you have any questions or if anything strange has happened around you, you can ask me. I will answer for you. If there are no questions, then today's safety lecture is over."
But there wasn't a single student who wanted to ask.
"Should I ask him about the situation of the old man's photo?"
Yang Jian's expression changed as he took out his phone, opened the forum, and once again looked at the photo of the old man.
But just as he was hesitating, the classroom lights suddenly dimmed, and the entire classroom became somewhat dim.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Zheng on the podium moved slightly and immediately became very vigilant.
Yang Jian also looked up subconsciously, but when he inadvertently saw a figure outside the classroom corridor through the glass window, he widened his eyes instantly, his whole body subconsciously tensed up, an extreme fear surged from his heart, and quickly enveloped his whole body. At this moment, his body even lost its perception.
Outside the window, an old man in a black long gown with corpse spots on his face stood there stiffly, a pair of gray, lifeless eyes without any brilliance looked towards the classroom, standing upright like a cold corpse.
Around the old man, it was pitch black, without a trace of light. The corridor lights seemed to have been completely extinguished at this time, and a thick darkness quickly eroded into the classroom like mercury.
The wall close to the old man aged at a visible speed to the naked eye, the newly painted wall suddenly seemed to have passed more than a decade, began to be covered with moss, the wall skin turned black, mottled and fell off, a gloomy, corrupt smell gradually spread.
"It's the old man from the forum story... Impossible, how could he be here?"
Yang Jian's palm was somewhat white due to excessive force, he held his phone tightly, and the phone screen was showing the photo of the old man, which was exactly the same as the old man outside the window, only the old man outside the window was more terrifying than the one in the picture...
Then he stood up from his seat in shock, and because he was too excited, he overturned the chair.
Because of his drastic action, the other students in the class looked at him all at once.
"Yang Jian, what are you standing up for, don't you sit down quickly, don't disrupt classroom discipline." Teacher Wang, who saw this, shouted.
But Yang Jian didn't seem to hear it at the moment, his frightened eyes were fixed on the old man in black outside the window.
The old man moved...
His stiff body turned in a mechanical way, his gray, lifeless, terrifying eyes seemed to have no focus, just numbly followed the head.
"Da, da da ~!"
The clear and echoing footsteps sounded in the corridor, faintly coming into the classroom.
"Is he leaving?"
Yang Jian was sweating all over, looking forward to the old man leaving here and not coming in.
If the story in that forum is true, then if the old man comes in... The consequences are unimaginable.
But things didn't go as expected, the old man didn't leave, he just took a few steps and finally stood in front of the classroom door and stopped.
"Yang Jian, don't sit down, didn't you hear what I said? Dare you make trouble in the safety lecture?" Teacher Wang became a bit stern.
"Ah ~!"
At this time, a female student screamed and then pointed to the book on the table, too scared to speak.
But her textbook on the desk quickly turned yellow, then mildewed, then rotted... Finally, it became a pile of black rotten things.
"It smells terrible, Su Lei, how can there be a pile of feces on your desk." Zhang Wei said, pinching his nose.
"Impossible, how can ghosts appear at this time in school?"
But a male student next to him turned pale, and he stood up abruptly, quickly retreating several steps.
"Fang Jing, what are you screaming for?"
Teacher Wang was very angry. What's wrong with the students who are usually self-disciplined in today's evening study?
Zhou Zheng on the podium squinted his eyes, full of vigilance, the previous haggard look was completely gone, and he became a bit fierce and fierce like a fierce beast out of the cage. He stared at Fang Jing and said, "Do you know about the ghost realm?"
Fang Jing showed an abnormal calmness that did not conform to ordinary people. He said, "Zhou Zheng, you are very clear about what the appearance of the ghost realm means. There is at least a dangerous level ghost in the school. If it is not handled well today, no one in the school can leave alive, including you."
"It seems that you know a lot, are you also a ghost driver?"
"Zhou Zheng, this is my business, you don't need to worry about it."
Then Fang Jing stared at Yang Jian fiercely: "I originally planned to clean you up in a few days, but I didn't expect the future to change, Yang Jian, I will tell you today, I will not let you grow, you are too terrible in the future."
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Yang Jian looked at Fang Jing in confusion, didn't understand his words, but what he cared more about was the old man in black standing outside the classroom door.
The other students were shocked by these words.
"Damn, Fang Jing, the information in your words is huge, what happened to you, ghosts and the future, did you come through from the future?"
"It must be, it must be, the protagonists in the novels are all like this, they wake up and go back to the past, Fang Jing you are the legendary protagonist? There must be some big changes in the future, please take care of me, please take care of me."
"If Fang Jing is the protagonist, Yang Jian is the big villain, and Fang Jing must have been killed by Yang Jian in the future, and now he is reborn to take revenge. Everyone quickly isolates Yang Jian, and don't play with him in the future. Brother Fang, please take care of me in the future, I will follow you."
"It's over, it's over, what's going on today, everyone's brain is not normal, am I out of date, or is the world changing too fast? By the way, why did my book also become a pile of feces, I vaguely feel that something big is going to happen, and now I am very nervous."
These students who spoke seemed to have not realized the danger that had already arrived, they were just curious, even a little excited and excited.
Suddenly.
"Dong, dong dong."
The muffled, clear knocking on the door suddenly sounded, with an almost eerie tone, and came into the classroom.
At this moment, everyone felt as if their souls were being pinched by something, unable to breathe underwater.
"It's that knocking sound... It's the same." Yang Jian's heart trembled.
This is exactly the same as the sound in the audio file in the forum, only more clear when heard on the scene.
Zhou Zheng's face was very serious, he picked up a special phone and urgently pressed a button, and the phone was immediately connected.
"Zhou Zheng? Report the situation."
A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"I am in the seventh high school of Dachang City, emergency event, there is at least a dangerous level ghost in the school."
"It has been recorded."
The other end of the phone spoke very quickly: "Can you deal with it?"
Zhou Zheng said: "The ghost has formed a ghost realm and has started to affect my location. There are no lights outside, and I guess the range of the ghost realm is bigger than I imagined."
"Ghost realm... The situation has escalated, you can't deal with it, please retreat quickly."
"Now it's a bit late to leave, there are many students here, I have to try to ensure thatÂ
Zhou Zheng said, "There's no time. I'm less than five meters away from it, right outside the classroom door. It might have already locked onto me. I'll keep the communication open; if it cuts off, it means I'm dead. Please pass on my will to my parents, that's all. I'm going to start now."
"Dong. Dongdong."
The muffled, oppressive knocking continued outside, one long knock followed by two short ones, maintaining a fixed rhythm, persistently striking the classroom door.
"Teacher Wang, someone is knocking on the door," a student unaware of the situation called out.
Teacher Wang hesitated, but seeing Zhou Zheng's demeanor suggested something serious had occurred. Unable to resist curiosity, he opened the classroom's back door and stepped out to see who was knocking.
"Don't go out," Zhou Zheng urgently shouted.
But it was too late; Teacher Wang had already left. Eerily, as soon as he opened the door and stepped out, he vanished in the blink of an eye.
Yes, he was gone.
Outside the classroom door was pitch black; the thick darkness seemed capable of swallowing any trace of light. Teacher Wang walked out and made no further sound, as if he had vanished into thin air.
Moreover, as the classroom door opened, the darkness outside, like a dense fog, quickly seeped in, continually encroaching on the space inside the classroom.
At this moment, even the most oblivious students sensed something was amiss.
Everyone's eyes widened with fear; some female students screamed in terror, abandoning their seats and retreating backward.
Was it really haunted?
Suddenly.
"Dong, dongdong."
The dull, clear sound of knocking resounded again, striking each person's heart with an almost eerie intonation, entering the classroom.
At this moment, everyone felt as if their souls were being pinched by something, unable to breathe as if pressed underwater.
"It's that knocking sound... exactly the same," Yang Jian trembled inwardly.
This was identical to the sound from the audio file on the forum, only clearer in person.
Zhou Zheng's face was extremely grave. He picked up a special phone and urgently pressed a button, and the call was immediately connected on the other end.
"Zhou Zheng, right? Report the situation."
A woman's voice came from the other end of the line.
"I'm at the seventh high school in Dachang City. It's an emergency; there's at least a dangerous-level ghost on campus."
"Already noted."
The voice on the other end was quick: "Can you handle it?"
Zhou Zheng said, "The ghost has already formed a ghost realm and started affecting my location. I can't see any lights outside; I guess the range of the ghost realm is larger than I imagined."
"A ghost realm... The situation has escalated beyond your capabilities. Please retreat immediately."
"It's a bit late to leave now. There are many students here. I need to try to ensure they can leave alive."
"It's very dangerous for you to use the power of the ghost in your current state. By the time you do, there might not be just one ghost where you are, but two. I suggest you retreat. Even if you fight with your life, you might not be able to save a single person. A ghost capable of creating a ghost realm could even be classified as a disaster."
Zhou Zheng said, "There's no time. I'm less than five meters away from it, right outside the classroom door. It might have already locked onto me. I'll keep the communication open; if it cuts off, it means I'm dead. Please pass on my will to my parents, that's all. I'm going to start now."
"Dong. Dongdong."
The muffled, oppressive knocking continued outside, one long, two short, and with a fixed frequency, it kept knocking on the classroom door.
"Teacher Wang, someone is knocking on the door," a student unaware of the situation called out.
Teacher Wang hesitated, but seeing Zhou Zheng's appearance suggested something serious had happened. Unable to resist curiosity, he opened the classroom's back door and stepped out to see who was knocking.
"Don't go out," Zhou Zheng urgently shouted.
But it was too late; Teacher Wang had already left. Eerily, as soon as he opened the door and stepped out, he vanished in the blink of an eye.
Yes, he was gone.
Outside the classroom door was pitch black; the thick darkness seemed capable of swallowing any trace of light. Teacher Wang walked out and made no further sound, as if he had vanished into thin air.
Moreover, as the classroom door opened, the darkness outside, like a dense fog, quickly seeped in, continually encroaching on the space inside the classroom.
At this moment, even the most oblivious students sensed something was amiss.
Everyone's eyes widened with fear; some female students screamed in terror, abandoning their seats and retreating backward.
Was it really haunted?
The atmosphere in the classroom grew tense as the reality of the situation began to sink in. The once dismissive whispers and laughter were replaced with an eerie silence, broken only by the relentless knocking on the door. The students, now acutely aware of the potential danger, huddled together, their eyes darting towards the door and the darkness that seemed to be seeping in from every corner.
Zhou Zheng's expression was a mixture of determination and concern. He knew that the situation was grave and that the safety of the students was at stake. He took a deep breath, steadying himself for the confrontation that was about to unfold.
"Everyone, stay close to each other and don't wander off," Zhou Zheng instructed, his voice firm but calm. "We need to stick together and be prepared for whatever comes next."
The students nodded, fear etched on their faces, but there was also a sense of unity forming among them. They knew that their survival might depend on their ability to cooperate and follow Zhou Zheng's lead.
As the knocking continued, a sense of urgency filled the room. Zhou Zheng glanced at the phone in his hand, knowing that time was running out. He had to act quickly and decisively to protect the students and confront the ghostly presence that had invaded their school.
With a final look at the frightened faces around him, Zhou Zheng steeled himself and moved towards the door, ready to face the unknown and do whatever it took to ensure everyone's safety.
The story continues, with the tension mounting and the stakes higher than ever. The students, led by Zhou Zheng, must navigate the chilling reality of the ghost realm and find a way to survive and escape the clutches of the supernatural threat that looms over them.