"What on earth is going on? I'm done playing," cried someone.
"Who the hell is the Gatekeeper of Hell? Get rid of them!"
"Yeah, get rid of them!"
Amidst the panic, the voice of the Gatekeeper of Hell echoed again in the group chat, "You can choose to get rid of me, but that means you give up your chance to survive. Everyone will die!" As these words appeared in the chat, we were all shocked, staring at each other with expressions of horror. In that moment, the terror of death enveloped the entire classroom. Fear was written on everyone's faces.
Then, Cyrilla, looking pale, stood up. She was beautiful, popular among our classmates, and admired by many boys.
As she walked to the front of the room, many guessed what she was about to do, but no one tried to stop her.
Trembling, Cyrilla stood before us, crying, her expression pitiful and fearful.
Seeing her in such a state, everyone's expression turned grim.
"I have no choice, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" Cyrilla sobbed, tears falling heavily to the ground. Then, with eyes half-closed, she shakily reached out and began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her fair skin.
As she finally removed the last piece, exposing herself completely in the classroom, many boys were stunned.
But then, Cyrilla fell to her knees, clutching her chest, and burst into tears. Nearby girls rushed to cover her. With haste, they helped her put her clothes back on.
However, once dressed, Cyrilla seemed lost and bewildered, as if she had lost her soul, and she was helped back to her seat.
At that moment, the Gatekeeper of Hell's voice sounded in the group again: "Cyrilla has completed the task. WeChat red packet has been sent." After saying this, their profile picture turned black, and they spoke no more in the group. "Wait, who are you?" I hurriedly typed in the chat.
However, the Gatekeeper of Hell did not reply, and now we were all in a panic, each of us staring at the lifeless body of Iago on the ground.
...
Suddenly, someone called the police, and soon after, we dialed 911.
The police arrived quickly, and Iago's body was taken away. Our entire class cooperated with the investigation.
We all sat in the classroom, one by one called by the police and then returned. We felt like condemned prisoners awaiting death, every moment excruciating.
Soon it was my turn. In an empty office, two policemen sat behind a desk. A thin policeman was smoking, while a chubby one calmly looked at me and asked, "Tell me everything you know. How did Iago die?"
Looking at the police officers, I quickly recounted everything that had happened in the group chat. Strangely, the chubby policeman's expression was not one of surprise, as one might expect, but rather a blank one.
"I see. You can go now," said the chubby policeman, waving his hand.
I nodded and turned to leave. But as I walked out of the office, for some reason, I glanced back at the two policemen. There was something odd about their expressions, an unnaturalness that I couldn't quite place.
Back in the classroom, silence hung heavy. Every student was silent, fearful. Occasionally, the sound of a girl crying could be heard.
I sat in my chair, looking at my desk mate, Cornelia, also known as Donato, just like me, an ordinary student.
"What did you tell the police just now?" Donato asked.
"I told them everything as it happened," I replied.
"Same here. I think everyone did," Donato said.
I nodded solemnly, not saying much.
Just then, the class monitor walked up to the platform, clapped his hands, and the students below quieted down, all eyes on him. At this moment, he was our leader.
"You don't need to worry anymore. The police know everything now, and they'll soon find out who the Gatekeeper of Hell really is!" the class monitor announced. As soon as his words fell, everyone cheered together, excitement evident on every face.
Regardless, with police involvement, this matter would soon come to an end. The Gatekeeper of Hell would surely face justice.
Listening to everyone's cheers, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Just then, the girl beside me turned and said, "Alxe, do you think this matter will really be resolved?" "It should be," I replied, turning to that stunning face.
She was Mathilda, the class beauty and my secret crush. She was tall and fair, with a rumored wealth. But I couldn't muster the courage to confess to her; I was too insecure.
"I hope things go smoothly," Mathilda sighed.
"Yeah," I nodded calmly, looking at her face.
Later that afternoon, the police responded: Iago died of a heart attack. With that, the matter seemed to come to an end, stirring up the entire class.
Everyone began discussing the issue, their expressions uneasy. Initially, we all saw the police as saviors, but now they had hastily closed the case. At that moment, the class monitor stood up, his face grim. "We can't rely on the police anymore. We must unite and find a solution."
"What should we do then?" Cornelia impatiently asked.
"I don't know, but one thing's for sure. The gatekeeper of the underworld is among us," the monitor said seriously.
Listening to my classmates' discussions, I fell into deep thought. As they said, the gatekeeper of the underworld must be among us, possibly even one of our classmates. Otherwise, how could they know so much about our class and each of us by name?
In the back of my mind, I felt as if there were evil eyes peering through the classroom. Who could it be? What was their purpose?
Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "What if this gatekeeper of the underworld isn't human at all, but a ghost?"
Everyone was shocked to hear that, especially the girls turning pale.
"But that's possible," Cyrilla said. "I've heard stories. This classroom supposedly had a suicide three years ago."
His words sparked murmurs of fear. At that moment, Cornelia glanced around before explaining, "There was a girl who committed suicide in this classroom."
Learning of the gruesome details frightened many, their faces turning pale.
"So, could this girl be seeking revenge on us?"
"But we have no reason to be hated by her."
"What if she's a vengeful ghost? They don't spare even their relatives."
Fear was evident on everyone's faces. Despite enjoying ghost stories, facing one in reality was terrifying.
"Regardless, we must unite. Together, we can overcome this," the monitor said authoritatively. He held considerable sway in our class, and both boys and girls listened to him.
However, after an afternoon of discussing, our class couldn't find any valuable clues about who the gatekeeper of the underworld might be. Even after school, the discussion continued, but the previously active class group chat had become a forbidden zone where no one dared to speak.
Walking home, I couldn't stop thinking. Who could this gatekeeper of the underworld be? Why did this happen only in our class? How did they kill Iago? Could they really be a ghost?
Back home, I continued pondering. My family was working-class, and life wasn't lavish. Raised by a single mother who left when I was five, I sat at the dinner table lost in thought.
My dad, noticing my distraction, asked about my studies but didn't press further. I ate quietly.
The next day, I entered the classroom with heavy steps. Everyone looked pale, their eyes filled with fear.
During the first period, the English teacher noticed the tense atmosphere. Though puzzled, she began the lesson. However, this time, not even the top students volunteered to answer questions.
Shaking her head in resignation, the English teacher waited until class was over, and then the classroom erupted in discussion.
"It's happened again! The gatekeeper of the underworld has struck again!" a girl suddenly exclaimed.
Catori must fuck a girl within two hours. Otherwise he will be sentenced to death!