Horror Classroom

"Are you short on cash? I can help you," I said, looking at him.

"I know you're loyal, Boss, but I'd rather earn my own money," Wu Yong looked at me, his eyes red. "I confessed to the girl I've had a crush on for a long time yesterday, but she doesn't even look at me. She said I'm poor."

"But I know her boyfriend is a scumbag who hooks up with girls everywhere. Yet, he has money. And me? I'm from the countryside, with no money at all."

"I've had a crush on her for seven years, from middle school to high school. But I can't get anything. Nowadays, student couples go to hotels to book rooms every day. I'm envious but it's useless."

I patted his shoulder and comforted him, "I know what you're thinking, but what we're doing is very dangerous."

"No matter how dangerous, as long as I can make money," Wu Yong pleaded, looking at me.

I still didn't agree, but I quietly took out WeChat and transferred a large sum of money to him. Wu Yong was stunned. He looked at me with red eyes and whispered, "Boss, thank you."

"It's nothing," I said with a slight smile.

At noon, I treated him to another meal and deliberately told him that what we were doing was a pyramid scheme and that he shouldn't be like me. It was illegal.

Wu Yong believed me and looked at me with gratitude.

In the afternoon, I received a call from Li Tongtian. He told me he had a major clue.

When I found him, he was in a pavilion. Seeing me, the first thing he said was, "I found Han Qianqian's home."

"What!" I was stunned, my eyes filled with surprise. "That's great! How did you find it?"

"Although the events of five years ago were covered up, there are still traces. I investigated the funeral home that received Han Qianqian's body and found Han Qianqian's parents through their contact number," Li Tongtian told me.

Chapter 21: The Truth from Five Years Ago

"That must have been very difficult. Now that Han Qianqian's parents have been found, we can truly understand everything that happened five years ago," I said, looking at him.

"Mm," Li Tongtian nodded, his eyes full of excitement.

So, we immediately set off for Han Qianqian's home.

We arrived in a shantytown and turned left and right, arriving at a secluded bungalow. When I knocked on the door, a middle-aged woman opened it.

She looked at us and asked, "Who are you?"

Li Tongtian said, "I'm the one who called you. We're here to investigate what happened back then."

"Come in," the middle-aged woman said, looking at us. Her face was full of hardship. Although she looked no more than forty, she seemed like an old woman.

The room was dim, but I immediately saw a photo of Han Qianqian on the table. In the photo, she was wearing a school uniform, full of youthful vitality. Her face wasn't pale like a dead person's.

I couldn't help but sit on the sofa beside her and quietly asked, "I want to know, how did Senior Han Qianqian die?"

"What good will knowing do? She committed suicide," the woman said with a bitter smile, shaking her head. "What exactly do you want here?"

"I heard there was a scumbag back then who got Senior pregnant," I said softly.

Unexpectedly, the woman's expression changed drastically. She gritted her teeth and said, "It's all that Li Yang's fault. He killed my daughter. If it weren't for him, my daughter wouldn't have done something so extreme!"

"But I heard something else," Li Tongtian suddenly interjected, looking at her. "After your daughter committed suicide, something very strange seemed to happen."

"Hahahaha!" The woman suddenly burst into laughter, her face becoming extremely distorted.

This scene made me and Li Tongtian's hearts pound, and our bodies trembled.

"I knew why you were here, it's because of my daughter," the woman said, looking at us with dark eyes. "No matter what she did, she was harmed by people like you. If you hadn't pressed her so hard back then, she wouldn't have committed suicide."

"It's a pity that the one who harmed my daughter is still alive and well. Heaven is truly blind!"

"But it's okay, she'll kill you all sooner or later!"

As she said this, she pointed at us, her eyes filled with madness.

At this moment, a man walked in. He rushed over and hugged the woman, constantly comforting her. After a while, when the woman calmed down, he finally looked at us and said, "I'm sorry, ever since my daughter passed away, her mental state hasn't been very stable."

"Is that so?" I kept my expression neutral, but my heart was churning like waves.

This woman was speaking very clearly just now, not at all like someone with mental problems.

Could it be true, as she said, that Han Qianqian would kill all of us?

Li Tongtian took the opportunity to ask, "Can you tell us the specific situation of Senior Han Qianqian back then?"

The man sighed, his gaze softening. "My daughter was well-behaved and cute since she was young. Who knew that after she started high school, she became absent-minded. She told me back then that a boy was constantly pursuing her, but I didn't take it seriously."

"Because I knew my daughter, she always put her studies first. But at some point, she started becoming sensitive, fragile, and seemed like she was about to collapse. It was only then that we discovered she was pregnant."

"Her mother beat her and told her to take us to find that Li Yang. She refused to go, no matter what. But her mother still went, and Li Yang didn't admit to anything. Her mother wanted to report him, but Li Yang's background was too powerful, and we were helpless."

"Later, Qianqian had the abortion, but after that, she became withdrawn, and her studies plummeted."

"Just as we were preparing to transfer her to another school, she suddenly broke down and chose to commit suicide."

As he spoke, he covered his face, his expression filled with pain and despair.

I was stunned, looking at him, wanting to ask something, but not knowing how to start.

Li Tongtian, however, asked, "Did anything else happen after your daughter passed away?"

"There was one thing. A monk suddenly came to our house and took some of her belongings," the man recalled.

This person was undoubtedly Master Du Mo. I wasn't surprised, but I hesitated before looking at him and asking, "But I heard that after Han Qianqian died, some very strange things happened at the school."

"I don't know about that," the man's attitude suddenly turned cold. He looked at me, with a hint of hostility.