Little Dean stood in the middle of the field, holding a dodge ball in his hand. He looked at Dirk opposite, with a sneer on his lips.
Dirk made a provocative gesture towards Little Dean.
Little Dean threw the ball violently and hit Dirk in the face accurately. Dirk screamed and fell to the ground.
The whole place was in an uproar.
Little Dean raised his hands proudly and showed his middle finger to Dirk.
Dean blew a loud whistle: Today, you will have the honor to play one of the greatest games of all time. This is a game that tests skill, agility and wisdom. This game has only one simple rule... dodge.
He picked up a red dodge ball and threw it at the boy standing in front. The boy didn't react and was hit firmly in the stomach by the ball. He bent over in pain and squatted on the ground holding his stomach.
The classmate grimaced in pain: Ugh!
Dean shrugged unapologetically: Sorry.
A boy named Colby raised his hand. He was a thin boy, wearing a pair of glasses and looked very frail.
Colby: Well, Roth substitute teacher...
Dean: What happened?
Colby: Boudreau Teacher never lets us play dodgeball.
Dean grinned: Well, Teacher Bu went to Massachusetts to get married, so we have to play.
Colby hesitated: She said it was dangerous.
Dean blew the whistle suddenly: Run around in circles!
Colby was shocked: But--
Dean glared at him: Run!
Colby didn't dare to speak anymore and quickly turned around and ran. Other students also started running.
At this moment, Sam pushed the cleaning truck into the gymnasium. He leaned against the door frame, folded his arms, and looked at Dean with a half-smile. Dean saw him and threw a bag of dodgeballs in his hand to the students.
Dean: Just play.
He walked to Sam.
Sam looked Dean up and down, suppressing a smile: Did you have fun?
Dean shook the whistle in his hand proudly): With this whistle, I am their God.
Sam pointed at Dean's shorts: Yes. The shorts are good.
Dean looked down at his shorts and said nonchalantly: Did you find anything?
Sam put away his smile and shook his head: I checked the whole school twice. There is no sulfur.
Dean: Without brimstone, there is no devil. Without devil, there is no case.
Sam frowned: I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong.
Dean patted Sam on the shoulder: Well, no one can make mistakes without being a sage. I say let's hit the road, huh? But after lunch - today is Bolognese Sandwich Day.
At this moment, Bai Haorui walked in from the door with an imperceptible evil smile on his face.
Bai Haorui: When you jumped up and threw the ball just now, there was a hole in the butt of your shorts. Half of the school saw it. I was in the corridor just now and I heard some girls discussing the color of your underwear.
"Fuck!" Dean turned around and his face suddenly turned red. He quickly covered the hole with his hand and looked around for fear of being seen by the students, "Damn it! Stop laughing! Let's get down to business! Have you found any clues?"
"I felt resentment in the women's room on the first floor." Bai Haorui said, "It's very light, but very angry, and it has existed for many years. That ghost should have died there."
"Women's restroom?" Dean raised an eyebrow, "Is that the place where the ghost committed the crime?"
"Probably." Bai Haorui nodded, "And I feel that the goal of this ghost is very clear. He possesses the students who are bullied, and then asks him to take revenge on the people who bullied him."
At this moment, Colby covered his nose and ran past them. His nose was bleeding, and the blood flowed down between his fingers and dripped on the white school uniform.
"Oh! Damn it!" Colby scolded as he ran.
"Good job, Colby! It's okay!" Dean shouted at his back.
In the home economics classroom, there are rows of workstations with stoves, sinks, ovens and various kitchen utensils. Aprons and oven mitts hang on the walls. The air is filled with the aroma of flour and butter.
A silver food processor was spinning at high speed, making a buzzing sound. Two boys were standing beside the operating table, making cookies.
The red-haired boy patted the black-haired boy on the shoulder: Hey, I want to copy your algebra homework again.
The black-haired boy continued to add flour to the food processor without raising his head: Why? Because you are a stupid, brainless bastard?
The red-haired boy's expression changed, and he grabbed the black-haired boy's collar: I'm going to stuff my fist into your throat, you little monster.
The black-haired boy raised his head and looked at the red-haired boy. A strange smile appeared on his face and he looked at his right hand with a blank look in his eyes: This fist?
The red-haired boy said fiercely: Yes.
The black-haired boy suddenly reached out and grabbed the red-haired boy's right hand. His strength was so amazing that the red-haired boy couldn't break free. The black-haired boy slammed the red-haired boy's hand into the food processor that was rotating at high speed.
There was a crisp "click" sound, accompanied by the boy's heart-rending scream. Blood and minced meat flew everywhere, splashing on the white console and the wall. The blade of the food processor was stuck, making a harsh friction sound.
The students nearby were stunned, and it took a few seconds to react. A girl screamed and ran out of the classroom, and a boy rushed up and pulled the red-haired boy's hand out of the food processor. Boy 1's right hand was bloody and bloody, and Bones was exposed. He was shaking with pain, his face was pale, and he almost fainted.
The black-haired boy stood there, looking at his hands with dull eyes. He shook his head, and then fell softly to the ground.
Bai Haorui was closest to the home economics classroom and rushed in immediately when he heard the screams. When he saw the scene in front of him, his pupils shrank suddenly. He rushed forward and turned off the power of the food processor.
The speed of the food processor slowly slowed down. The right hand of the red-haired boy Trent had been twisted to pieces, with blood and minced meat splattering everywhere.
Dean and Sam also rushed in. Sam walked quickly to Danny, squatted down and felt his pulse Bai Haorui immediately took out the first aid kit and gave Trent emergency treatment. He tied Trent's arm with a tourniquet to prevent him from losing too much blood.
The black-haired boy Danny slowly opened his eyes with confusion, as if he had just woken up from sleep.
"What happened?" He looked at his blood-stained hands with a look of horror on his face, "I... what did I do?"
Sam raised his head and saw a drop of black, sticky ectoplasm flowing out of Danny's ear, dripping on the floor, and quickly disappeared.
The ambulance siren sounded from far to near. The corridor was crowded with students watching the excitement, and the teachers were maintaining order and driving the students back to the classroom. Dean, Sam, and Bai Haorui walked quickly in an empty corridor. The light in the corridor was very dark, with only a few emergency lights emitting faint light.
Sam said as he walked: How was the non-violent rally going?
Dean frowned: Apparently, stuffing a child's arms into a food processor is not a "healthy expression of anger." So, that kid has ectoplasm coming out of his ears?
Sam nodded: Only extremely angry ghosts can produce ectoplasm. They must be possessed by ghosts.
Dean: Yeah, but it's rare.
Sam: Yeah, but it does happen. I mean, when they get angry enough, they can take over a person's body.
Dean: Okay, so, there's a ghost in the building?
Sam: Yeah, but where? I mean, there's no electromagnetic interference. Maybe we can at least find out who it is. You know, find out if anyone died tragically here or something.
Dean took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket: I checked it earlier. I had to break into the principal's office to get this. Oh, by the way, there are three cheerleaders who are adults. Guess which three they are.
Sam expressionless: No guess.
"I guess they are the three with the plumpest bodies." Bai Haorui resulted in the topic.
"Ding ding ding! Wrong answer~"
Dean unfolded the paper and took a look: So, only one person died on campus. It was a suicide in 1998. A child named Barry Cook. What?
He raised his head and saw Sam's face suddenly turned pale. Sam stopped and leaned against the wall, his eyes full of shock and sadness.
Sam's voice is hoarse: I know him. How did he die?
Dean: He committed suicide by cutting his wrists in the women's restroom on the first floor.
Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath: That's exactly--
Dean: That's right where the girl was pushed into the toilet and drowned. So, what's going on? This ghost possesses nerds?
Sam opened his eyes and spoke in a heavy tone: Then use them to take revenge on the bullies, yes.
Dean: Well, does this sound like Barry's style?
Sam nodded, his eyes full of nostalgia and guilt: Barry had a very difficult time.
The bell rang, and the corridor instantly became lively. Students carried schoolbags and poured out of the classroom talking and laughing. Some were chasing and playing, some were exchanging cards, and some were discussing the latest movies.
Barry was holding a stack of thick books and walked cautiously down the corridor. He lowered his head and tried not to attract other people's attention. A tall rugby player ran over from the opposite side and deliberately bumped Barry. The books in Barry's hand were scattered on the floor.
The rugby player did not apologize, but laughed and ran away. Barry squatted down and silently picked up the book on the ground.
Little Sam walked out of the classroom and saw this scene. He walked over quickly and squatted down to help Barry pick up the books.
Barry gratefully: Thank you, Sam.
Little Sam handed the picked up book to Barry: This school is awesome.
Barry smiled bitterly: I don't care. I'll leave here in three years. I'm going to Michigan State University. They have the best veterinary profession in the country.
Little Sam curiously: Do you like animals?
Barry's eyes are shining: They are much better than humans. They will not bully you because you are fat or wear glasses.
Little Sam looked at Barry without saying anything. His eyes were full of sympathy.
The storage room was filled with cleaning tools and various sundries. Brooms, mops, and buckets were leaning against the wall, and several buckets of disinfectant water and washing powder were placed on the floor. There was a strong smell of disinfectant water and dust in the air. The only window was covered by a shabby curtain, and the light was very dim.
Little Dean and Amanda were hiding in the storage room. Amanda was leaning against the wall, and Little Dean was holding her in his arms with his hands on the wall. They were kissing passionately. Amanda's hands were around Little Dean's neck, and Little Dean's hands slid to Amanda's waist.
After a while, they separated. Amanda was panting and his cheeks were red.
Little Dean said with a smile: So tonight I want you, me, a bucket of popcorn, and more butter...
Amanda smiled and punched Little Dean: Well, that's really perverted.
Little Dean:... There is also a midnight screening of "I Spit on Your Grave" in theaters.
Amanda shook his head: I can't go. I have a curfew...11 o'clock.
Little Dean nonchalantly: So what?
Amanda sighed: If I violate it, my parents will ground me for a month.
Little Dean pouted: Yes, parents. It's really scary.
Amanda looked at Little Dean with curiosity in his eyes: Where are your parents? I have never seen them.
Little Dean's eyes flickered and his smile faded: My dad... he often travels on business. My mom... she passed away.
Amanda opened his eyes wide in surprise: Oh, Dean, I'm sorry. I don't know.
Little Dean shrugged and tried to pretend not to care: It's okay. It happened a long time ago.
Amanda reached out and gently stroked Little Dean's cheek: What should you and Sam do?
Little Dean holds Amanda's hand: We take care of each other.
He lowered his head and kissed Amanda again. The only sound in the storage room was the breathing of the two of them and the faint sound of the class bell coming from outside.
Dean walked to the door of the principal's office, looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, he gently opened the door and slipped in.
Little Dean sneaked into the principal's office, opened the principal's drawer, and took out a bottle of beer. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle, took a sip, then took out another bottle and stuffed it into his schoolbag.
At this moment, footsteps came from the corridor. Little Dean quickly closed the drawer and jumped out of the window.
The principal walked into the office, looked at the drawer, shook his head, and sighed.
Dean walked to the principal's desk, opened the drawer, and began to look through the files. His movements were very skillful, just like back then.
The teachers' lounge was dimly lit, with the curtains drawn. Several shabby sofas and chairs were placed randomly. A coffee machine and several dirty Mark cups were placed on a table. Class schedules and various notices were posted on the wall.
Dean was sitting on the sofa, holding a can of beer bought from the vending machine, and looking through the files stolen from the principal's office. The files were covered with dust and looked like they had not been touched for many years. Bai Haorui was leaning against the window, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand, looking at the students running on the playground outside the window.
After a while, the door to the lounge was pushed open. Sam walked in with an ugly face. He threw the coat in his hand on the chair and poured himself a cup of coffee.
At this moment, the door of the lounge was pushed open. Mr. Wyatt walked in. He was holding a Mark cup in his hand and was stunned for a moment when he saw Dean, Sam and Bai Haorui.
"Who are you?"
"Jim·Roth, substitute physical education teacher." Dean immediately stood up and stretched out his hand, "This is Bob·Smith, cleaner. This is Li Haoran, security guard."
"I am Richard Wyatt, English teacher." Mr. Wyatt shook hands with Dean, then walked to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup of coffee.
He turned around, looked at Sam, and said thoughtfully, "You look familiar. Have we met before?"
"No." Sam avoided his gaze and bent down to pick up the garbage on the ground, "I don't think so."
"I have been teaching for thirty years." Mr. Wyatt took a sip of coffee, "You remind me of a boy named Sam·Winchester. He went to school here in 1997."
Sam's body stiffened again.
Mr. Wyatt sighed, his eyes full of sadness and helplessness. "He is a very smart child. Very quiet. Always alone. I remember he wrote an essay about his most unforgettable family experience. What he wrote was that he and his brother spent Christmas in a motel. They only had a Christmas tree made of cardboard. But he said that was the best Christmas he had ever had."
Sam's eyes were moist. He lowered his head to prevent Mr. Wyatt from seeing his tears.
"He was friends with a boy named Barry Cook." Mr. Wyatt continued, "Poor Barry committed suicide the next year."
"Why did Barry commit suicide?" Dean asked.
"Who knows?" Mr. Wyatt shook his head, "Children are always cruel. He is always bullied. Dirk·Mai Gray Ge and his gang are especially excessive. The teachers all know it., but no one dared to care. Dirk's father was the school director. Barry... He just couldn't stand it anymore. One day, he walked into the women's bathroom on the first floor, cut his wrists and committed suicide. He was not discovered until the next morning."
"Since then, Sam and his brother have disappeared." Mr. Wyatt looked out the window, "I have never seen them again. I have been worried about them. I hope they are doing well now."
After saying that, he picked up his Mark cup and walked out of the lounge. The door closed gently behind him.
There was silence in the lounge. None of the three people spoke. Only the coffee machine was still making a beeping sound. After a long time, Dean broke the silence.
"Sam..."
"It's my fault!" Sam raised his head suddenly, his eyes filled with tears, "I promised him! I promised him that I would come back to pick him up! Let's go together Michigan State University! But I didn't! I left him here alone and let those bastards bully him! If I had been here, he wouldn't have died!"
"It's not your fault." Bai Haorui looked at Sam and said slowly, "You were just a child at the time. You couldn't do anything."
"No! I can!" Sam shook his head, emotional, "I should stay! I should protect him!"
"What if you stay?" Bai Haorui's tone was calm but powerful, "You can beat Dirk and his gang, but can you guarantee that you will not be absent every time? And Dirk's father is the school director, isn't it easy to find a reason to expel you? When the time comes, you will have to leave too, and Barry will only be bullied worse."
Sam was stunned, looked at Bai Haorui, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
"When I was your age, I also encountered campus bullying." Bai Haorui leaned against the wall, his eyes drifting out the window, lost in memories.
Thirteen-year-old Bai Haorui walked into the school gate with his schoolbag on his back. He was a newly transferred freshman. Because he was from outside and didn't like to talk, he became the target of bullying by his classmates.
On the way home from school, five senior students blocked him in an alley. The leader was a boy with a short haircut.
"Boy, are you new here? Do you understand the rules?"
"Hand over all the money you have, or I'll let you out today."
Bai Haorui didn't speak, but just clutched the strap of his schoolbag tightly. The boy with the short head punched him in the face and knocked him to the ground. Several other people swarmed up and kicked and punched him.
Bai Haorui held his head and huddled on the ground, letting them beat and scold him. His nose was broken and blood flowed all over his face.
One month later,
The same five students blocked Bai Haorui again. The short-haired boy smiled and said, "Boy, did you bring any money today?"
Bai Haorui said nothing. He put down his schoolbag and slowly raised his head. His eyes were as cold as knives.
The short-haired boy was stunned for a moment, and then cursed, "What are you looking at? You are looking for death!"
He punched Bai Haorui in the face. Bai Haorui dodged sideways, and then punched him in the stomach. The boy with the short head bent over in pain. Bai Haorui grabbed his hair and banged his head against the wall.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The dull sound of impact echoed in the alley. When several other students saw that he dared to fight back, they rushed over and started beating him.
Bai Haorui No matter how others beat him, he only caught the boy with a short head and beat him to death. Once the boy with a short head punched him, he would punch him ten times. When the boy with a short head pushed him down, he would get up and bite his neck.
In the end, Bai Haorui stood there with injuries all over his body. The boy with the short head was lying on the ground, unconscious, with three broken ribs and a slight concussion. Several other students were so frightened that they turned around and ran away.
From then on, no one dared to bully Bai Haorui anymore.
"At first, I tolerated it." Bai Haorui's voice was very calm. "I told the teacher, and the teacher said, 'One slap can't make a sound'; I didn't want to tell my parents, for fear that they would worry. Later, one time, five of them blocked me and asked for money, and I couldn't tolerate it anymore."
"I don't care how others beat me, I only caught the leader and beat him to death." Bai Haorui raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "In the end, I was slightly injured, he broke three ribs, had a concussion, and was out of school for a year. From then on, no one dared to bully me anymore."
"You..." Sam looked at Bai Haorui in shock. He had never thought that with Bai Haorui's character, he would have such an experience.
"Not everyone has the courage to resist." Bai Haorui looked at Sam with a hint of understanding in his eyes, "Barry did not. He was too kind and too weak. He did not dare to resist. So, he chose to commit suicide. But it is not your fault. You have tried your best. Barry's death is the fault of the bullies, the school's fault, not yours."
"Haorui is right." Dean nodded and patted Sam on the shoulder.
Little Dean was sitting in the car, looking in the direction of the teaching building. John was packing things.
"Where are Dean, Sam?" John asked.