Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

Lin Huai knocked on the back door with a panicked look. The young man sitting in the last row who had been writing and drawing gave him a surprised look and unlocked the back door.

So he mercilessly sat in the vacant seat next to the boy, lowered his voice and asked him, "Have you been called today?"

The young man shook his head. He didn't recognize Lin Huai's face, so he asked hesitantly, "Are you...?"

Lin Huai said, "It's me, why can't you recognize it?"

The boy said, "You...?"

Lin Huai said, "It's me, I'm that person, that one."

As he said that, he grabbed the shoulders of the young man and made a good appearance for the two brothers. The teenager was obviously not used to his closeness, and tried to avoid it by turning to the left. Lin Huai then said sadly, "You forgot me in just a month?"

His eyes were so sincere that the young man thought he had never seen this person before, and now he has distrusted his memory because of it. Facing each other's growing disappointment and even a look of grievance and sadness, he felt a little uncomfortable and thought harder.

The teenager went back to school last weekend, and this week the teenager arrived in class F because of the placement test, so he really didn't remember who he had met in class F.

Lin Huai said again: "You forgot, we were together before, and we were together before, don't you remember? It's the one, the one there..."

Under his deliberate guidance, the teenager only felt that a vague figure appeared in his mind. Although he couldn't remember what this person looked like or what he did with him, Lin Huai's tone made him feel that such a person had truly existed in his life.

"Oh, it's you." Facing Lin Huai's increasingly sad expression, the young man was embarrassed and pretended to suddenly realize, "I'm sorry, I couldn't remember it for a while."

Lin Huai said, "Yes, it's me."

The boy said, "Well, it's you."

The boy cleverly avoided Lin Huai's name and made the appearance that he recognized Lin Huai. Lin Huai also showed a sincere smile when he saw that the other party had been fooled and lame by him.

They sat in the last row and began to whisper. The youth has a cold temperament, but it can be regarded as communicating with people. He closed his notebook, put it aside, and took out another English book. Lin Huai lowered his voice and asked him, "What happened to the class today, the atmosphere is so strange."

"I heard that the new teacher is coming today." The boy continued to write in the notebook.

"Oh." Lin Huai nodded, "What kind of person is he? Have you heard?"

The boy's pen stopped.

"I don't know." He said lightly, "Anyway, the teachers in this school... all are like that."

After saying this, he put the pen in the cap, closed the book, held his face, and looked in the direction of the window.

He stared out the window, wondering what he was thinking. Lin Huai said, "It seems that you have no expectations for the new substitute teacher."

They were chatting, but the girl in the front seat stared at the phone and made a short cry. She poked the tablemate beside her and whispered, "Shen You's parents are here again."

She softened her voice and said, "I just read in the group that Shen You's parents came to make trouble at the school, and the dean of the school ran over."

"Shen You's parents are here?" The **** the other side also turned her head and whispered, "Didn't she jump into the lake by herself? What does it have to do with the school?"

"I died in school, so I want to knock on the school's bamboo pole," the girl in the front seat shrugged. She seemed to remember something and lowered her voice: "I heard that Shen You didn't commit suicide."

"It's not suicide, how did you die?"

"I heard that Shen You died very strangely. His mouth was full of sand and water plants, and his eyes were wide open. And—and—" the girl in the front seat scratched the goosebumps on her arm, "that pool was only one hour old. How could it be possible to drown people? Someone said..." When she said this, her eyes brightened, with extreme excitement, as if she had heard some sensational rumors, "She was held in the pool by a ghost, killed."

In the pool?

Lin Huai recalled the woods he had passed by when he came, and the pond surrounded by the slogan "No Entry" should be the pond.

But apart from the female ghost buried in the ground, he didn't feel any breath from the life and soul of vain death.

Generally speaking, after a person dies unjustly, his soul will stay in place for at least seven days, which is the so-called first seven days. At this time, the soul is composed of the living soul and the spirituality, and is called the soul. After seven days, the living soul dissipates its spirituality and turns into a dead soul. Those who do not get rid of resentment will turn into thoughts, into attachment, into resentment, into fierceness, and into ghosts.

This is the growth path of human beings who are born into ghosts. In some cases, even if there is no soul, enough resentment will make ghosts born. They can be individual resentments or collective obsessions.

The above are the origins of the origin of ghosts that can be traced back. However, in many cases, many ghosts are even born randomly. They have no past, no future, they just appear in this world because of a small mistake. Unlike ghosts who can communicate, most of them cannot communicate.

After being born, ghosts tend to stay in their birthplace for further evolution and differentiation. In the process of evolution and differentiation, they will infect their own location, and some will turn the surrounding real world into their own territory. This process can be as little as a month or as long as an eternity.

It stands to reason that human beings killed by ghosts have an increased probability of turning into ghosts after death. As the saying goes, "If you can't beat it, join in." However, Lin Huai didn't notice the slightest bit by the pond. Within a month, there was the smell of new ghosts circling here.

"boom!"

Several people were talking attentively, but suddenly they were startled by the sound of the pencil case falling to the ground. The girl in the front seat looked back at the pale-faced boy sitting next to Lin Huai, and scolded, "Xu Chi, what the **** are you doing, you scared the old lady to death."

Facing the girl's questioning, Xu Chi just picked up the pencil case and whispered, "I'm sorry."

After picking up the pen case, he did not participate in anyone's discussion, but just opened a notebook and wrote and drew on it.

Under the book is a mystery novel by Keigo Higashino.

His figure was so cold and almost isolated, indifferent to the world in which he lived.

The girl didn't expect much from Xu Chi's reaction, so she turned back to her tablemate and said, "Didn't someone climb to the roof to jump off the building on the third floor some time ago? After he died, people always saw dirty things in the school. They all thought it was haunted. I see..." She lowered her voice, "What they said is true."

"Jumping? Another jump? It's nothing new."

"I don't dance a few times in each session. I guess it's too much pressure to study."

"No, no, this is not the case." The boy on the other side listening to music with headphones also joined the battle. He seemed to know a little bit better than the others, and his eyes flashed with excitement when he spoke, "I heard—" He deliberately lengthened his voice, "The one who jumped off the building is a pervert. said so."

"Oh-"

Compared with learning, gossip is more deeply rooted in people's hearts. Lin Huai mixed in with the crowd and asked the boy, "Where is he perverted?"

"Uh…"

When asked this question, the eloquent boy got stuck for a while. After a while, he looked at the person beside him and said, "That person is a famous problem student in Class C, right?"

"Yeah, gloomy and gloomy all day, don't know what to do."

"I heard from my classmates in class C that he writes and draws in his notebook all day long, and looks at everyone while writing. He doesn't know what he's talking about."

"I heard that he has mental problems, and neither of his parents wanted him."

"It was also because of him that he lost the sanitation gold medal in class C on the last selection day?"

"I heard that Class C lost the game because he deliberately messed up."

"It was he who did the withering of the pots of flowers outside the gate of Class C."

"Speaking of which, it's really unfortunate for Teacher Yu to meet such a student. It's rare that he is such an excellent head teacher..."

"Well, he is different from other teachers..."

"Yeah, if I can, I really want to go to Teacher Yu's class..."

The students chatted and discussed, and from their words, Lin Huai learned the following information.

One, four weeks ago, a student from Class C of the third year jumped off the building. The student was stubborn, gloomy and withdrawn, and was known as the bad guy.

Second, as Minghua Middle School is a fully closed repeat school, most of the parents of the students who were sent here have heard the reputation of the strict management of Hua Middle School, and sent their children here in the mood of wanting the school to take care of them for them. middle school. Most of the teachers have poor teaching standards, except for one.

That person is Yu Xingjian, the head teacher of Class C for the third year.

Unlike other teachers, Yu Xingjian was a teacher who entered the school three months ago. He is upright and straightforward. Under his leadership, the third-year class C, as a middle-class class, has developed into a thriving, youthful, and full of laughter. The students of the third-year class have also achieved good results in terms of academic performance, surpassing the next door several times. class b.

"Since Teacher Yu is so good, why do people still jump off the building?" Lin Huai asked.

"I don't know—" The girl briefly brought up this topic, and said a little unhappily, "No matter how perfect a group is, there will always be a few people who don't fit in with the group. I can't blame others, Teacher Yu..."

"Speaking of which, isn't our class going to have a substitute teacher today?" Another boy joined the battle. He looked rebellious and looked rebellious, "Why hasn't he come yet."

"What, are you still expecting him to come. That Wang Pipi left before, and we have only had a good two days..."

"I think the new teacher may be similar to Wang Papi, and he is a fat brain..."

"...Wait a minute, which class are you from, were you in our class before? Why did you join our discussion so naturally!"

As soon as she said these words, several people looked at Lin Huai who was sitting next to the boy.

Lin Huai: …

He suddenly remembered that Chu Tian who was full of nonsense. If he was here, he might be able to get away with it. but…

"Would you believe me if I said I was lost?" he said earnestly.

Everyone: "…"

"Which class are you in?" The gossip girl frowned, "Go back quickly, if the school police find out that you skipped class, but..."

"Caught in the freezer." She whispered with a warning.

"No, I really didn't skip class." Lin Huai said, "I just got lost..."

"As long as you're not in the classroom during class time, you're skipping class," the rebellious boy interrupted.

"but I…"

"Don't be long-winded, go out quickly, if the school police see you here, we will also be punished!" The rebellious boy stood up and wanted to drive him out, "Which class should you go to? I'll show you the way. —”

"No, listen to me." Lin Huai was a little distressed, "I just got lost from the podium where I was supposed to go to the end of the classroom..."

"what?"

Facing everyone's "Is this a foolish critic", Lin Huai finally took out the briefcase from the desk drawer: "Actually... I am..."

"You've been waiting for a long time, substitute teacher." He tilted his head and smiled, "Are you surprised?"

Crowd: …

The ground beneath his feet suddenly began to vibrate. This vibration was fleeting, but Lin Huai keenly captured it.

...it shouldn't.

Faintly, he heard the voice of a man.

As if something had cracked a little because of something that shouldn't have happened here—

sound.