But almost the very instant that sinister voice reached him...
Lynn turned around on sheer reflex.
And swung a hard slap at it.
Smack-
Lynn could distinctly feel his palm strike the side of its face, like a mass of flesh rippling violently under a heavy blow.
An angry cry suddenly rang out in the darkness.
But at that same moment, the lights came on.
The "ghost" vanished without a trace once again.
And the entire classroom deteriorated further. The walls kept cracking, torrents of blood and thick smoke pouring out from within.
The whole classroom resembled a haystack about to catch fire.
Gone again?!
Lynn shook the blood off his hand and calmly scanned his surroundings.
But he knew that now the "ghost" had discovered him, it would probably attack him without restraint the next time darkness fell!
Lynn turned his head and glanced at the teacher lying on the floor, a mangled mass of flesh.
So...
Where exactly was that "ghost" hiding?
He was now certain that the key to breaking out of this predicament lay with that "ghost."
Lynn frowned deeply, racking his brains.
He quickly listed every appearance of the "ghost" in his mind.
Searching for a pattern.
And in the next instant, Lynn jolted.
Something had occurred to him.
The first time the "ghost" appeared, it killed the student sitting in front of me, and I happened to have turned my head then.
The second time, I was facing forward normally, and the one who died was a student in the last row.
And in the deaths that followed, almost without exception, every victim was in the opposite direction from where I was looking.
Lynn abruptly raised his head.
That's right!
That was also why only the teacher died just now.
*Because my back was