Is there anything good in the toilet?

Time passed quietly in the utter silence; the only sounds in the classroom were the turning of pages and the scratching of pens on paper.

Yu Xing wrote his physics homework at an extremely slow pace and with very low efficiency. At the same time, he kept diverting his attention to his surroundings. The white-haired girl in front of him, Oliver next to him, and Jack next to him were all within his attention range. Until half an hour of self-study, everything was fine and nothing happened.

The white-haired girl's head began to nod, as if she was getting sleepy.

Yu Xing occasionally turned her head to look out the window. Both the corridor and the night sky on the other side were filled with an inexplicable oppressive atmosphere. The bright lights in the corridor seemed like the last glimmer of light seen on the dissection table, making her feel uneasy.

Evening self-study was more oppressive than class time. In class, at least there were people like Yuriel who would get caught talking by the teacher and would secretly communicate, no matter what their reasons were.

Johnny only has one pair of eyes, but during evening self-study, everyone felt as if they were being watched by a pair of eyes that had no blind spots. They were afraid of making mistakes, afraid that their actions would attract the attention of those unseen things, and then become one of the most inexplicably missing people in the school.

The sound of turning pages reached Yu Xing's ears. He glanced over and saw Oliver with a gloomy expression, quietly flipping through a study guide, looking up formulas to solve a problem. Sensing his gaze, Oliver returned a cold, emotionless look.

Yu Xing smiled at him, turned her head back to continue writing, and then heard a faint sob.

As if a radar had been triggered, not only Yu Xing, but also Zhao Mou, Qu Xuanqing and others looked toward the source of the sound in an instant. There sat a very short girl, who started trembling as she wrote for some reason. Her deskmate, afraid of being affected, even moved to the side.

The girl's movements were particularly noticeable in the quiet classroom, and several students sitting around her glanced at her out of the corner of their eyes. After about 30 seconds, the short girl, probably realizing that dragging it out was pointless, shakily raised her hand. "Class monitor..."

The class monitor was a boy wearing a red armband. He had skin that wasn't very good, with pimples all over his face, and he wore glasses.

Hearing his classmate call out, the class monitor looked up at her. Seeing that the girl had already raised her hand, he pursed his lips, looking both regretful and relieved, and then asked, "Is there something you need?"

School rules stipulate that the class monitor is in charge of evening self-study. Therefore, if students have any questions, they should naturally talk to the class monitor. Only matters that the class monitor cannot decide will be handed over to the teachers sitting in the office.

"I..." The short girl tried her best to keep her voice steady, but the fear and regret in her tone were still audible, "I need to use the restroom."

Two or three students sitting in different places gasped in surprise, letting out a hiss.

The strategists' eyes flashed with an ambiguous look, implying a sense of "it's finally happening."

"Are you sure you want to go to the toilet at this time?" The class monitor, wearing a red armband, also found it a bit unbelievable. No matter which floor the toilet was on, it was a high-risk area for students to go missing during evening self-study. All the students in Class 1 would prepare in advance, use the toilet in their dormitories, and then come to the teaching building. It had been a long time since anyone had raised their hand to go to the toilet half an hour into evening self-study.

"I... I can't help it..." the short girl's voice trailed off, "I... I'm on my period..."

Everyone was already a high school student, and they had long since lost much of their curiosity about such things. St. Johnis Middle School was a special case; under the pressure of death and disappearances, saying the words "menstruation" in public wasn't something to be ashamed of, and no one would laugh at her.

There was really no other way. The class monitor's eyes behind his glasses were a little complicated, but he still nodded. "Go ahead, you can also ask if anyone in the class is willing to go to the toilet with you. Two people are always better than one."

Yu Xing glanced at the class monitor with some surprise; the man in the red armband retained more humanity than he had imagined.

Upon hearing this, the short girl turned to face her classmates without much hope. "Um, is there anyone who would like to go to the restroom with me?"

Almost all students know that no one can answer this question.

Short girls know it themselves.

If it were just a sudden period, she could easily endure it until it was over in two hours. At worst, her skirt would get a little stained, and no one at school would laugh at her anyway.

But... blood.

The smell of blood, if not covered up before it becomes too obvious, will surely kill her. Going to the toilet to deal with it gives her a chance to live; otherwise, she will definitely not survive.

There are too many terrible things in this school. What's in the open during the day is just the tip of the iceberg. It's not until night that the truly unbearable things emerge from the shadows.

It seems she'll have to face the toilet alone during evening self-study.

Thinking of this, the short girl's fear once again overwhelmed her, and two lines of tears flowed from her eyes without her permission. Suddenly, a voice that seemed completely unfamiliar to her rang out in the classroom. "Great, I also want to go to the toilet, let's go together."

The whole class froze for a moment, then, as if manipulated by a giant hand, they all turned to look at the person who had spoken. The tall, beautiful transfer student looked like an angel, yet also like a fool who had fallen into a quagmire, seemingly oblivious to everything, completely unaware of what awaited them if they went outside.

"This transfer student." The class monitor clearly didn't remember the transfer students' names; he hesitated for a moment, then said, "You..."

The short girl, however, seemed to have found hope. She even dared to interrupt the class monitor, hurriedly wiping away her tears and saying, "Thank you! Let's go together!"

Qu Xuanqing turned her head, revealing a faint smile, and then said, "I know everything."

These five words startled those who wanted to warn her. Logically, transfer students shouldn't know the dangers of evening self-study sessions, because unless they were already in session, mentioning it at any other time would result in special "treatment."

Lisha, who had been forced to reveal the information that afternoon, was already covered in sweat. She awaited her own danger, knowing that danger was coming was far more unbearable than being caught off guard. At that moment, when she saw that it was that hateful transfer student again, a twisted sense of pleasure rose in her heart.

Go quickly!

She thought.

You should just go die. You chose to go out yourself, it's not like I'm taking revenge on you.

As she was thinking this, she vaguely felt something cold touch her hand. She turned her head sharply and saw that her deskmate was studying diligently with her head down and her hands clasped in front of her, so there was no way she could have been touched.

But the icy touch didn't disappear; instead, it moved to her neck, where she reached out and touched a large, icy hand.

Just as she was getting a little carried away, a bucket of cold water was poured over her, bringing her back to her senses. She was even more terrified than the shorter girl, because the shorter girl was only about to face the unknown, while what was meant to kill her had already arrived.

And this thing actually tried to attack her right there in the classroom!

Lisha was pale, but not particularly desperate, because there had been similar cases before where some people survived, and they said that as long as they dodged one attack, the punishment would be over.

She held back her scream, her hands trembling as she released her grip. She glanced at the two girls walking out of the classroom, gritted her teeth, and said, "I need to use the restroom too. It'll be safer if the three of us go together. Is that okay, class monitor?"

The moment the squad leader looked over, the sensation of betel nut on her neck disappeared, but she knew it was only temporary; the thing was definitely still around her. She had that feeling.

Now, the best way for her to get rid of this hand and what's connected to it is to leave the spot; otherwise, she'll just have to wait to die!

"Of course, it's safer with three people." The class monitor's expression changed from surprise to calm after a moment, and he granted her request to go to the restroom.

"What a coincidence, I also need to go to the bathroom. I really didn't expect the evening study sessions at this school to be so quiet, so I didn't go early." Yu Xing lazily raised her hand, which immediately made the classmates who were pretending to be calm start to get a little uneasy.

Oliver shuddered. His pale White Face circles, looked even more like a ghost in the night. He looked at Yu Xing with a puzzled expression, seemingly only surprised by the decision for a moment, and then neither supporting nor opposing it.

Yu Xing thought to herself, her deskmate was indeed extraordinary.

The students in Class 4 of Grade 3 were about to burst with boredom. Shouldn't this be a quiet evening study session like before?

What's going on? Don't they realize how serious this is? The transfer student doesn't know, so why is Lisha joining in?

Also, did something amazing appear in the toilet? Why are so many people rushing to the toilet at this critical moment to die?

One question after another appeared in their minds, which greatly reduced their learning efficiency. Or rather, life-related matters are always more attractive than words in books, and they couldn't understand them, so they became anxious.

Before entering the Dead Silent Island, the Broken Mirror Squad's internal role was that when an incident occurred, Zhao Mou would stay behind to make decisions and analyze the situation, while Yu Xing, Qu Xuanqing, and Zhao Yijiu would risk their lives to gather more information.

So once Yu Xing started to act, Zhao Yijiu could only follow up expressionlessly with, "It'll be more atmospheric going to the bathroom together, I'll go too."

Students: "..."

The class monitor, his expression gradually cracking, murmured, "..."

Even Zhao Mou felt a deep sense of worry after hearing his younger brother say those words.

Damn it, how come A Jiu has learned to say dirty jokes in a serious manner now? It's all Yu Xing's fault.

In the end, what was originally a worry for the short girl turned into a group of five people walking out of the classroom in a rather grand manner.

The classes on both sides were also shocked, wondering what these people were up to. However, the rules of evening self-study become slightly more lenient for groups of five. As long as they don't leave each other's sight, they have a good chance of escaping unscathed from the omnipresent ghostly figures.

This will definitely become the new gossip among the students tomorrow. However, tonight, they only dared to stare at the five people for a while. After seeing that their destination was in the direction of the toilet, the students forced themselves to calm down and do their homework with doubt, fear and confusion.

Next week's test won't give them extra points just because they went to the bathroom.

The toilets on each floor are located in rather strange places. If you want to use the toilet, you have to walk through the classrooms, then past the only teacher's office, and finally to the far end of the corridor, where there are only two signs: one for the women's toilet and one for the men's toilet.

Besides that, there's only a small storage room without even a nameplate, which is always filled with various odds and ends and is locked up; it's a place only the cleaning lady goes to.

Each of the five people had their own thoughts, and the sound of their leather shoes pounding in the corridor was unstoppable. Although they came out together, there was a clear difference in their positions. Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu, who were going to the men's restroom, stood very close together and gradually moved to the front row.

The short girl was named Lian En. She had just gone through a mental journey from hell to heaven and had an extremely strong sense of dependence on Qu Xuanqing. She practically clung to Qu Xuanqing's arm as she walked. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of gratitude and fear, and her emotions were very intense.

Lisha walked at the back, and of course, she was only about two fists away from Qu Xuanqing and Lian En in the middle. She was coming out to avoid the hand in the classroom, and she was also very anxious.

At the same time, her resentment towards Qu Xuanqing had almost reached its peak. It was this transfer student who would resort to violence at the slightest disagreement that caused her to mention the ghostly figure in the school during her time outside of evening self-study, which led to her being targeted and attacked by the ghostly figure.

However, once she thought of something else, Lisha became twistedly happy again.

That means she knew these transfer students must have a good relationship. This wicked woman got information about evening study sessions from her and would definitely share it with the other transfer students. Therefore, the transfer students must have mentioned Ghost Shadow at a time when they shouldn't have.

Like her, they were destined to be punished by the ghost tonight, and she knew this, and that she could survive if she dodged it once. But the transfer students knew nothing of this; she deliberately didn't tell this wretched female transfer student this most important thing.

Ha ha...

A flash of malice, unnoticed even by herself, crossed Lisha's eyes. Perhaps it was the transfer students' overly relaxed attitude, as if they didn't care at all about the horrific experiences that had tormented her for three years. Such people were always extremely annoying, weren't they?

You will feel despair, you will feel far more fear than I do.

Or you might die tonight.