Other classes trapped in the strange tale school would sink to the lowest depths of human nature to survive, scheming against one another amid scenes of blood and horror. But Class Thirteen was a little different. It was a madhouse, with everyone showing off in their own bizarre way.
Zhuo Jun wanted to control his classmates, make everyone cooperate with the Investigation Bureau's plan, and complete the tasks Situ An had assigned him. Yet it was only the second day, and dissenting voices had already emerged in the class—a whole bunch of them at once.
He wanted to make an example of someone, but some of his classmates had clearly already sided with the Student Council, including Liu Yi and Ji Zhe. Their confidence made Zhuo Jun hesitate to act.
Their surroundings were changing drastically, and things within the class were wildly unstable too. Class Thirteen was like a car on fire that could explode at any moment, yet everyone kept recklessly driving it forward.
Both classroom doors stood open, and students kept coming in. Some were members of Class Thirteen; others were "invited" ghosts.
With three minutes left before class, Ji Zhe's Older Brother, Ji Fu, appeared at the back door carrying a backpack full of food and water.
"Brother!"
Ji Zhe happily waved to Older Brother, but Ji Fu looked terrified. He shouted at the surrounding students at the top of his lungs, "Don't let him fool you! He's not my little brother, he's an evil ghost who kills without batting an eye! Last night, I dragged him into the dormitory myself! My little brother is already dead!"
Neither of the Ji brothers was bad at heart. Ji Fu had followed Ji Zhe and come specifically to warn the students of Class Thirteen, hoping to keep them out