Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 3 Progressive Voices of Death
In the darkness, everyone seemed to have lost their eyes. For a moment, screams came from the entire classroom.
The brave ones even hid at the corner of the table and started sobbing.
Lin Xian turned on the phone, even the cold light emitted from the phone seemed to be isolated by the darkness, and only a faint outline could be seen vaguely.
This is obviously abnormal. No matter how innocent these people are, the scene in front of them has subverted their understanding.
Some people in the classroom began to feel restless, walking around in the dark, and the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground could be heard from time to time.
However, when everyone was in a state of panic, the teacher standing at the front left the podium numbly.
With no vision, no one noticed anything unusual about the teacher.
Amidst the noise, the teacher quietly opened the door of the classroom. At the same time, a cold, darker shadow was released, and then walked in.
To be precise, it does not come in, but jumps in, step by step, like a zombie.
Soon, the shadow disappeared into the body of the teacher. Then, the dead eyes suddenly opened. At this time, the door of the classroom was closed again.
No one noticed the birth of this phenomenon, even Lin Xian who was sitting in the corner.
"Who the hell? You hit me two or three times. Are you done yet?"
"Stop arguing, I seemed to have seen Wang Wei just now."
"Wang Wei, are you walking around? Is it over?"
"The classroom is like this now, why don't you let me leave? Besides, I didn't bump into you, why are you yelling at me?"
"You didn't hit it, could it be a ghost?"
"Does Li Pengfei feel that he is very humorous? If he says he is not me, he is not me."
"Wang Wei, do you have the ability to say something again?"
"Okay, give Li Zongheng a face and stop arguing."
"Fatty, it's none of your business."
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the classroom.
At this moment, the teacher on the podium suddenly moved.
He no longer walked like a normal person, but jumped towards the center of the podium.
The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the classroom, even overshadowing the quarrels of classmates.
The noisy environment was instantly suppressed.
The footsteps soon stopped, and in everyone's sight, only a shadow that was thicker than the darkness jumped up and down.
After the shadow stopped, he spoke slowly.
"Wang Wei."
The voice was shrill and slow, without the breath of a living person, like a devil imprisoned in purgatory, it was so cold that it made people numb.
"To!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the male classmate named Wang Wei stiffened, and then spoke subconsciously.
But after Wang Wei responded, his body suddenly fell to the ground. It was impossible to see the situation clearly in the dark classroom, but he could definitely feel that a person fell heavily to the ground.
"what's the situation?"
A student who was closest to Wang Wei in the classroom was startled by the sudden noise. He tried to communicate with the people around him: "What was that noise just now?"
"I don't know. Where's Wang Wei? Didn't he speak just now? The voice seemed to come from him."
"It seems like Wang Wei fell down."
"Wang Wei, don't scare people, just say something."
The classroom became quiet again, however, there was only a depressing and suffocating atmosphere under the silence.
Quiet, terribly quiet, without any sound feedback, like dead silence.
Facing the darkness like ink, the fear in everyone's heart climbed to the peak, and some timid ones even started to sob.
At this time, everyone in the classroom seemed to realize the seriousness of the problem. Someone walked towards the door in his memory in the dark. The fear in his heart made him not want to stay here for a moment.
But after stumbling for a long time, he finally touched the handle of the door, only to find that the classroom door couldn't be opened at all, as if it was made of lead.
He touched the window again, trying to open it, but the window was locked. He picked up the bench and threw it at the glass, but there was no trace of the glass breaking. At this moment, he completely collapsed.
"Zhou Wei, what are you doing?" A girl's voice came from the monitor, Xu Sisi.
"It's over, we can't get out." He didn't answer Xu Sisi's words, but collapsed on the ground in despair, whispering tremblingly.
Xu Sisi wanted to speak, but was interrupted by a numb voice, which came from the podium. This time, everyone could hear it clearly.
"Li Peng. Fly."
With a cold voice, the name was read out word by word.
What it read was Li Pengfei's name. Someone recognized the source of the voice. It was familiar yet unfamiliar, as if it was their teacher.
The sound reached everyone's eardrums, and when everyone was still puzzled, Li Pengfei's voice also responded.
The answer was the same as Wang Wei's, but after he finished speaking, there was no movement again, followed by the sound of falling to the ground.
"What's going on? Li Pengfei, don't be scary. Have you colluded with Wang Wei to trick us? The teacher is still here, so don't go too far."
A girl yelled in Li Pengfei's direction with a choked cry. She couldn't bear this depressing atmosphere, and luckily felt that it was just a man-made farce.
This is a normal psychology that everyone has. People always think about places of despair, and there must be a ray of light that shines on them and rescues them from the depths of despair.
Soon, the teacher in charge spoke again.
"Zhou Wei."
Immediately afterwards, repeating the same mistakes, the sound of responding and the sound of falling to the ground sounded one after another. In this classroom on the third floor, students fell down in the darkness one by one.
However, at this moment, the outside of this classroom is not as dark as the scenery inside. Instead, it is a beautiful scene of the sunset after school.
The girls held hands and strolled under the dusk. Under the pleated skirts were their slender thighs, which is also a unique symbol of youth at this age.
The boys hooked their shoulders together, chatting and laughing, and from time to time, they even sneaked a glimpse of the taboos in the crowd, tacitly understanding each other.
It seems that the region and the human world seem to constitute a picture scroll, clearly dividing the two, but connected to each other, like two worlds.
In one of the classrooms on the third floor, the setting sun penetrated the windows and sprinkled on the classroom desks. Everyone else went home after school, and only a few students on duty remained in the classroom.
One of the students went into the toilet and fetched a bucket of clean water. When he returned, he looked curiously at every passing classroom, and there were only a few people cleaning it.
However, when he passed the last classroom in the corner, his pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly, and the bucket in his hand suddenly lost strength and spilled on the ground.
In his sight, all the students were standing upright in their respective positions, even the teachers on the desks were like this. Some desks were vacant. It was not that the students in this position were not there, but that they were lying in a pool of blood. .
Not to mention, what shocked him the most was that on the ceiling of the classroom, several students in school uniforms were hung on the fan, and their hanging bodies were still rotating due to their own weight.
It's hard to imagine what he saw. Ignoring the spilled bucket, he escaped and slipped and fell several times on the road.
(End of this chapter)