After reading Chen Ge's reply, Duan Yue immediately deleted all the messages. Then she and Old Zhou retreated five meters away in perfect unison.
The curious visitors were still gathered around the back door. The boldest of them, Little Ghost, slowly stepped into the classroom. "That student was standing in the middle of the room just now. You all saw him too, right?"
Ghost Sister nodded. "There must be a secret passage. It's really dark in here, and there's so much junk piled up. There are plenty of places to hide."
She looked around again. "Have you noticed this classroom is different from the others? There's so much extra stuff. It's practically a utility room."
This classroom really was unusual. Red symbols were drawn on the blackboard, and every desk was covered in densely packed writing. Bulging schoolbags had been stuffed into the drawers. Some were covered in dark red and black stains, while things resembling hair poked through the gaps in others' zippers.
Beside the desks, dark blue curtains covered the windows completely, but beneath them were several human-shaped bulges.
Strange portraits hung on the walls. No one knew who they depicted, but if you stared at them for too long, you got the uneasy feeling that the figures' eyes were following you.
A battered ceiling fan turned slowly overhead. White cloth was wrapped around its blades, and it creaked as if it could fall at any moment.
Scraps of paper littered the floor. On closer inspection, they were mixed with a great deal of white spirit money.
Those details were relatively ordinary. What drew the most attention in the classroom was the front row.
Beside the podium stood an old, box-shaped television. No power cord could be seen, yet its indicator light remained on.
On the other side