I Upended Yet Another Campus Urban Legend

Lin Yi stretched out his hand and pointed slightly to the next door.

Cheng Yang was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, he showed an expression of 'I didn't expect that', and said adoringly: "It has to be our Lin Yi brother!"

Xia Hui's identity is the one involved, and he will never reject the courier sent by Cheng Yang.

To get a curse letter sent, let the letter be filled with filth.

Judging from the curse letter Cheng Yang received, the filth has the smell of blood and the next person to be cursed.

The cursed breath is easy to deal with, and the paint used to write Xia Hui's name on the 204 dormitory is still there.

The hard part is the blood.

"It's your turn to hide your life", these five characters are written in blood.

But whose blood is that, Cheng Yang has no idea.

"The note is floating in the sewer right now." Cheng Yang said regretfully, "If I knew it earlier, I would have kept it."

"It's useless to keep it."

Lin Yi said: "The curse letter you received was specially sent to you by the previous person. There is your breath on the note. There is no way to forward it to the next person."

Cheng Yang thinks about it too, he wondered while thinking, "But whose blood would that be?"

Although Cheng Yang was whispering to himself, Lin Yi next to him thought for a while, and then answered him: "The blood of the cat or that thing."

Cheng Yang hurriedly asked: "How to say?"

Lin Yi said: "There are two kinds of filth in the curse letter, one is the breath of the cursed person, which is to accurately find the cursed person."

Cheng Yang nodded, he could understand this.

Not only could he understand, but he also had an idea. He raised his hand and said, "Brother Lin Yi, I see."

Lin Yi stopped and waited for Cheng Yang to speak.

Cheng Yang tried to say: "Blood is used to summon people to kill people. The cat and that thing are summoned at night, so the blood on the note either belongs to the cat or that thing, or both."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Yang asked Lin Yi in a compliment-seeking tone: "Brother Lin Yi, do I understand right?"

Lin Yi nodded, "But blood should only belong to cats."

Cheng Yang, who had a hard time keeping up with Lin Yi's train of thought, couldn't understand again. Lin Yi said: "The essence of the curse letter is called 'transmission' in alchemy."

Cheng Yang reminded: "Brother Lin Yi, you have already said this."

"I know." Lin Yi continued: "The specific operation of the servant is to clamp the dead man's hair and amulet on a pigeon that has been fed with chronic poison, and then let the pigeon fly. Pigeons that have been fed with chronic poison will be poisoned in flight. A pigeon falls to its death and falls into someone's house. When the pigeon falls, it deposits its filth there, and the family's bad luck follows."

"The pigeon is equivalent to the curse letter, the hair of the dead is the blood of the curse letter, and the talisman is your breath." Lin Yi paused, and then asked Cheng Yang: "Brother Cheng Yang, do you understand?"

Cheng Yang nodded affirmatively. Lin Yi's analogy is very clear. He has a low IQ but not a defective IQ.

Lin Yi continued: "The reason why the dead people's hair is used is because the dead is for the rest of the dead, but the hair of the dead is used and there is no way to rest in peace, so the dead will feel resentful and take revenge on the pigeon that fell. Family members. In the same way, the blood on the note must also be the blood of dead things."

Having said that, Lin Yi stopped to look at Cheng Yang again.

He needs Cheng Yang to fully understand, so that he can carry out the follow-up exploration of the main line, and he can also help Cheng Yang to a certain extent, so that Cheng Yang can grow up.

Cheng Yang lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then nodded: "Yes."

"But blood is the blood of dead things, so what does that have to do with the fact that blood belongs to cats?"

Cheng Yang couldn't figure out this logical causal relationship.

Lin Yi asked Cheng Yang: "Did you hear the sound of the cat scratching the door?"

Cheng Yang nodded. The cat scratched the door last night and made him flustered, as if the cat's claws were scratching his nerves.

"Can you feel the cat's resentment?" Lin Yi asked.

Cheng Yang nodded: "It must be possible, last night the cat wanted to scratch the door for me to make a few holes."

Lin Yi said, "Do you feel resentful about the thing guided by the cat?"

"I don't know." Cheng Yang said, "I haven't met it yet."

"That's right." Lin Yi waited for Cheng Yang to say: "If that thing resents that its rest has been disturbed, it won't be late."

Cheng Yang froze for a moment, then said, "I rely on you."

Lin Yi told Cheng Yang about his confrontation with that thing last night. The state of that thing was obviously opposite to that of the cat. Obviously the cat had pointed out that there was a person with the same aura as the package in dormitory 202, but the thing was first Pushing open a crack in the door, quietly peeking inside.

Lin Yi continued to preach to Cheng Yang, "The person who releases the pigeon will tie a rope to the left leg of a frog that corresponds to the pigeon at home, and the frog will also have the same dead man's hair and amulet attached to it. If the family where the filth falls has a pregnant female relative, the frog will be alive and kicking and want to scurry around, otherwise it will close its eyes and repose without eating or drinking.②”

"If it is the former, the person who releases the pigeons will use a piece of bluestone to shoot the frog to death, and then eat it alive. After that, the fetus in the pregnant woman's belly will become a stillborn child, because the child's yang energy and longevity are all released by the pigeons." If someone stole it, the child would die early. ③" Lin Yi said, "And the appearance of the stillborn will be infinitely close to that of the deceased, do you know why?"

Cheng Yang: "I want to know, but I don't dare to know."

"..." Lin Yi said: "Because the person who released the pigeons disturbed the rest of the deceased and was also afraid of being retaliated by the deceased, they usually give the deceased a sweet to appease the deceased's resentment. If it were you, what sweet would you give the deceased?"

Cheng Yang said, "Money?"

Lin Yi: "...if he is dead, he won't be able to use his money."

Forget it, he decided to stop the meaningless question and answer with Cheng Yang, and said directly: "Yang Shou."

Cheng Yang was stunned for a moment: "You can still give life to the dead, how can you give it? Can the life stolen from the fetus be given to the dead?"

"It's like a hard-earned treasure that would not be willing to share with others. The deceased was actually deceived." Lin Yi said: "The period of time when the fetus is in the mother's womb is the longevity they gave the deceased."

Cheng Yang paused, then looked to the next door: "Brother Lin Yi, I seem to know something."

Lin Yi nodded.

If the pigeon is the curse letter, the dead man's hair is the cat's blood, and the spell is the paint with the name on the bedroom door, then Xia Hui who was killed is the fetus deprived of Yang Qi and longevity.

It was also because Lin Yi heard the 'meow' in Xia Hui's throat that he thought of Chuansi.

"What about that thing?" Cheng Yang hurriedly asked after digesting it: "Is it equivalent to the person who released the pigeons?"

"No." Lin Yi said: "The person who released the pigeons doesn't need to show his face at all. If that thing is the person who released the pigeons, he would have done it himself. Why bother to write a curse letter."

When Lin Yi said this, Cheng Yang felt that he had asked a mentally retarded question, but he couldn't help but asked Lin Yi another mentally retarded question: "Is that thing a stone used to kill frogs?"

Without waiting for Lin Yi to answer, Cheng Yang immediately said, "No. The stone and the frog are both beside the pigeon releaser, and they will not appear directly at the scene of the curse."

In fact, Cheng Yang's doubts also bothered Lin Yi.

Cats don't actually have the ability to kill with their own hands, just like the hair of the dead, just to spread filth.

The one who can really kill people should be the person who releases the pigeons. He can pick up stones and throw them at the frogs that are tied to the pigeons at any time.

But the situation they encountered now was that the thing was killing people.

Lin Yi thought for a while, walked to the desk in the bedroom, took out a piece of paper and wrote on it.

What he told Cheng Yang just now included pigeons, dead hair, spells, fetuses, people who released pigeons, stones, and frogs.

He connected these words with the current situation.

Pigeon - Cursed Letter

Hair of the Dead - Cat's Blood/Cat

Spells - paint with names on doors

Fetus - Involved after death (Xia Hui)

The pigeon-bearer—?

Stone--?

frog--?

Lin Yi tried to fill in the blank, but he still couldn't write.

That thing doesn't correspond to these words, it seems to be completely redundant, and even makes Lin Yi have the illusion that the curse letter will be more complicated.

However, Lin Yi didn't plan to give up on the questions that he couldn't think of for the time being. The most important thing right now was to send Cheng Yang's curse letter.

Lin Yi put away the paper in his hand, took out another piece of paper, and wrote "You should hide your life" with the pen in his hand.

'It's your turn to save your life' Lin Yi wrote the five words twice, and when Cheng Yang next to him was about to ask Lin Yi why he wrote it twice, Lin Yi put down his pen and said, "Let's go."

Cheng Yang said "Oh", "Where are you going?"

Lin Yi said, "Look for cat fur."

Said and walked out.

Cheng Yang hurriedly followed, and as soon as he followed out, he saw Lin Yi go into bedroom 204. Thinking of the things in bedroom 204, Cheng Yang took a long time to build up his mind before going in.

When he entered, he saw Lin Yi squatting under the bed, using the paper in his hand to paste Xia Hui who was hiding under the bed.

There was some meat residue on the paper.

Xia Hui said sadly: "Meow."

Cheng Yang was so frightened that he trembled all over, but Lin Yi still rubbed Xia Hui with the paper. After rubbing for a while, he got up, and then carefully cut the paper into two parts.

"I've already wiped off the paint on the outside of the door, and the spell is here." Lin Yi gave one of the papers that were split in two to Cheng Yang: "The dead man's hair is also there."

Cheng Yang hated himself for being insane, now that he couldn't keep up with Lin Yi's rhythm at all, he could only put on a dazed expression.

Lin Yi met and explained: "The fetus will move closer to the dead."

So the current Xia Hui is equal to a cat to some extent, and the blood on Xia Hui's body is also the cat's blood needed for the curse letter to take effect.

It took Cheng Yang a long time to react, "Is it okay?"

Lin Yi nodded and said, "It should be possible."

This is related to his life, Cheng Yang asked: "Brother Lin Yi, how sure is it?"

Lin Yi said honestly, "Seventy percent."

There is still 8% uncertainty, because the redundant existence of that thing makes Lin Yi not directly sure that the 4-[-] rule is about a pass.

"Okay, [-]% sure enough." Cheng Yang took the paper from Lin Yi, and looked at the remaining paper in Lin Yi's hand: "But why are there two?"

Lin Yi said, "I still have my share."

Whether there will be a package sent today or to whom, no one can say for sure, Lin Yi simply sent the curse letter in advance to ensure that he would not violate the second death rule.

Cheng Yang: "OK."

The two of them did not come out of the dormitory until the other participants had gone to class. They did not immediately go to the mail room to deliver the courier. Instead, they went to the public toilet to wash off their smell. They stayed in dormitory 204 for too long, and their bodies All tainted with rancidity.

If the aunt in the mailroom smells it and cleans bedroom 204, they won't be able to escape the first rule of death.

After washing, they went to send the courier.

Sure enough, the aunt in the mailroom could pick up the parcels. After Lin Yi and Cheng Yang filled out the mailing list, the auntie in the mailroom said, "You can leave the parcels here. The boys who receive the parcels will pick them up later. Are you already late?"

Lin Yi hurriedly said, "Let's go."

The two left the dormitory building and followed this road to the teaching building.

After walking for a while, Cheng Yang said: "The receiving address is the dormitory building, and the aunt in the mail room will ask the courier brother to pick up the package."

Lin Yi didn't say anything, Cheng Yang said it again, but Lin Yi still didn't say anything.

Cheng Yang shut up.

He guessed that Lin Yi was thinking, and what he was thinking was the correspondence that Lin Yi had just recorded with a pen.

There are still several words that have not found the corresponding connection.

After a while, they arrived at the classroom of Class [-], Grade [-].

It wasn't the first time they were late. After reporting, they walked into the classroom.

The female teacher is still counting the number of people: "One, two, three, four... 23, 24, 25..."

At the end of the count, there was a 'tsk' sound, and he muttered: "Why is there one less."

After watching the weird scene for a long time, Lin Yi stared at the female teacher.

Next to him, Cheng Yang cursed in a low voice. Cheng Yang was scolding the participants who looked back at them. The participants looked at them with unfriendly eyes and suspicion.

The female teacher's voice mixed with Cheng Yang's and fell into the ear.

For some reason, Lin Yi suddenly thought of what Cheng Yang had said to him.

Cheng Yang always felt that the female teacher kept emphasizing that one person was missing, which was a trap deliberately set by the 8-4 monster.

It is based on the rules he discovered from many ghost stories. Generally, a ghost story will set up an attractive mystery at the beginning of the story. When the characters in the story become curious about this mystery, they will not be far away from receiving a lunch box.

Female teacher: "Why is there one less?"

"Why is there one less?"

In the ear is still the female teacher's brainwashing repetition.

No wonder even Cheng Yang felt deliberate, the female teacher was really emphasizing that it was as if she was deliberately letting everyone find out that there was one missing person in Class [-] (Grade [-]) so that they would be curious about the missing person and lure them to look for this person. missing people.

Lin Yi set his eyes on the empty seat in the class, that desk should belong to the missing person.

Because there are books and a pencil case on the desk.This is also the reason why the participants did not choose this desk. They chose seats with no personal belongings on the desk and the belly of the desk as much as possible.

Lin Yi didn't know where the missing people were, and whether they had anything to do with Chuan Si.

Because Cheng Yang was caught by the rules of death and stumbled, Lin Yi had basically zero mainline information so far.

Moving his gaze down, Lin Yi put his gaze into the belly of the table again.

Personal belongings can reflect the owner's situation, so Lin Yi looked deep into the belly of the table.

He has good eyesight, and saw an open notebook a little deep in the belly of the table, and there were some contents on the inside of the notebook.

Maybe it's a diary or a weekly diary, many Chinese teachers will assign this homework.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi moved his chair back a little so that he could have a wider view and see the content on the inner page.

20xx, X month X day, rain

The school is cleaning up today.

Principal Wang said to clean up.

It was spotless inside and out.

But I don't have the tools.

I'm not talking shit.

I didn't borrow the broom until I was about to leave school.

But it's useless if you don't have time to run.

That's all Lin Yi could see. The content was indeed a diary. He knew every word, but he couldn't understand it together.

Not to mention that this is a diary written by a high school student, even the things written by elementary school students will not be so incomprehensible.

He bowed his head.

After a while, Lin Yi's face darkened.