Two investigators vanished before him. Ji Zhe saw the ghost behind him act with his own eyes, reinforcing and deepening his terror. If phobias could be classified by severity, Ji Zhe was now terminally ill, beyond all hope of treatment.
His classmates eagerly crowded around Ji Zhe, asking roundabout questions to find out how he had been "chosen."
The scene Ji Zhe had dreamed of before attending the reunion had become reality. He was now the center of attention. His gratified vanity collided with the terror rising from the depths of his soul, somehow maintaining a delicate balance.
"Gao Ming, how much of what Ji Zhe said do you think was true?" Wang Jie put away his knife and pulled Gao Ming up from the floor. He had already developed a habit: when in doubt, ask Gao Ming.
"I can't quite figure Ji Zhe out." Gao Ming kept his head lowered. In truth, he couldn't bear to look at Ji Zhe.
"You were close to him just now. Did you find out anything about that ghost?" Wang Jie lowered his voice. "I didn't think there was anything special about Ji Zhe when class started, but now the more I look at him, the more uneasy I feel. It's really uncomfortable."
"Me too. My heart's pounding." Gao Ming knew the phobia was spreading. Even forcibly retrieving the stuffed doll now would be too late. All he could do was hope the phobia didn't manifest anything too outrageous.
The more people felt afraid, the more real their imagined terrors would become. With the number of students in this school, there were enough to manifest some unusual entities.
Many classmates had gathered around Ji Zhe. Seeing this, his older brother, Ji Fu, knitted his brows in worry.
Ji Fu wanted to ask someone