For those who are persistent, the purgatory of life is far more terrifying than death.——"Dark World"

“March 15, xx, it was dark.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion. The cloudy days have lasted for several days, and the entire school is shrouded in black clouds, giving people a strange feeling, an ominous premonition, and a stuffy mood.

If this continuous cloudy day symbolizes that something bad has happened, then something very strange has happened to our class.

My front seat, Bujige, disappeared.

As for when it disappeared, I would probably talk about the old woman who assigned us the usual homework before, and then he slept in class. Everyone was very sleepy and had to do math so late at night. They were all very tired, and it was normal to sleep in class.

But this old woman seemed to look at him, no, she didn't like us either. After calling Bu Jige to the office, she never came back.

Everyone thought this guy was dismissed, but since the math class representative went to the office to read it, we knew that things were definitely not as simple as we thought.

He saw Bu Jige's clothes in the office, and there were a little scarlet marks on the clothes.

The more we think about it, the more we are afraid, we are like a group of headless flies.

I, I dare not write it anymore, let's do it today."

A classmate disappeared?

Feng Heng frowned, and he disappeared after going to the fierce math teacher's office. He was just a student sleeping in class.

He remembered everything he had in school before. If he was sleeping in class, the teacher would at most curse, "This guy?"

And the clue provided in the diary is that someone went to the office and found something wrong. He found clothes that originally belonged to Bujige, and there were scarlet marks on the clothes.

Scarlet traces?

It must be blood, right? It can't be a lipstick mark.

A person disappeared and blood was found, so...

Feng Heng was also a little suspicious at first, and this feeling made him turn to the next page.

“March 16, xx, it was dark.

It has been cloudy for a long time. The stuffy weather makes people feel uncomfortable. Coupled with the bad news of Bujige's disappearance, our mood becomes very anxious and panic.

A day passed, and most of the people in the class thought Bu Jige was dead and had left us, but we were still struggling in our hearts. The scarlet trace was just that the class representative had read it wrong. He read it wrong, he must have read it wrong.

In order to prove what we think, we began to inquire about Bujige everywhere, but things often went beyond our expectations.

We gradually began to find that this matter became unusual.

While we were having a meal, we began to ask about the whereabouts of Bu Jige from our class and the senior year (a) class. It was ridiculous. We are still unwilling to accept the reality and the fact that Bu Jige's death is.

Unexpectedly, no matter who we ask, they don’t know the name of Class (a) of Senior High School. No one knows it, as if the class number of their own class has been erased by this school. Why? Why no one knows the class number of our class? What exactly happened in this school?

what happens?

Dad, mom, I miss you so much!"

The girl also wrote in her diary that Bu Jige was dead, but everyone in the class was unwilling to accept this fact. For some reason, Feng Heng saw a rare calmness between the lines of the girl. His intuition told him that there were also many strange things in this girl.

But the most strange thing is that only one person died in their class, so why no one knows the number of their class?

It is incredible, just like what is written in the diary, it seems to have been erased.

why is that?

“On March 20, xx, thunderstorms.

The dull cloudy day finally ushered in his storm. The tranquility before the storm gave people a strange feeling.

Bu Jige has disappeared for five days, and everyone is suspicious. They are all scared because of this sudden incident.

Why was the class number erased? Where did classmate Bu Jige go?

Everyone is thinking about this question, but no one can give us an answer.

Just when we thought life would go on like this day after day, during evening self-study and when we returned to the classroom after dinner, a question appeared out of thin air on the blackboard. When we first saw it, we thought it was the math problem left for us by the old woman.

But when we saw the content of the question, we once again found something was wrong.

The content of this topic is very simple, but it is very strange.

‘Question: What was Yue Ling doing last night? The first little question, where is the location? The second little question, who is with whom? The third little question, what was she doing?’

This question made Yue Ling very angry. Yue Ling is the class beauty in our class. She is actually her personality charm recognized by the highest in our class. Many people are pursuing her. She is cute and likable, has a sweet mouth, and has good grades. We both like her very much, both boys and girls, but the problem on the blackboard now seems to have caused her self-esteem impact.

Yes, who wrote this question on the blackboard is related to personal privacy.

Our class usually gets along very harmoniously, and no one wants to care about her private life. Although many boys are pursuing her, they have always agreed to what the class beauty wants to do, but now?

‘Who did it?!’

Everyone was whispering to each other, but they did not give him any answers to Yue Ling in front of him.

We all thought it was a prank, but it seems that we were thinking too much."

“On March 21, xx, thunderstorm.

The next night when the privacy issue occurred, Yue Ling, who was sitting at the end of the seat, suddenly fainted. Red water droplets began to permeate her body, and she was confused and kept muttering to herself. She could only barely hear lines like "Don't kill me, don't kill me."

I touched her forehead, which was so hot that I could fry an egg. What happened to her?

While we were all caring about her, Yue Ling's muscles began to wither quickly at a strange speed that could be seen by the naked eye. A flowery girl quickly withered in front of us, and her skin began to wrinkle. This scene was something we had never seen.

Just when we were all frightened, the extremely strange handwriting appeared out of thin air on the blackboard again.

‘Candidate Yue Ling did not answer in time and had already punished him with [withering and withering] to warn all candidates.’

What does this mean?

The candidate did not answer? Is this question for us? Are all the names mentioned in the question required to be answered?

Why did this strange event happen to us?

Just as we began to suspect, everyone watched the words on the blackboard disappear and then replaced them with a line of words that were even more terrifying.

‘It is detected that the candidate did not use the standard to answer the answer, and the candidate’s answer specifications are now announced.’

‘There are 57 questions in this exam. If the answer is wrong or not, the candidates corresponding to the questions will be punished. If they die or live, they will decide your own destiny. Candidates who answer the correct answer can not be drawn to answer the questions in a short period of time. When all the 57 questions are answered, all screened candidates must answer them again.’

‘The questions for this exam will appear on the blackboard of evening study every night. The answering pen must be answered with blue chalk. If the answering is not standardized, the candidate mentioned in the question will be punished. The blue chalk can only be provided for answering one piece a day, and if not enough, the candidate can only answer with the blood on his own body.’

‘You can only use one piece of answering questions, and answering chalk will be brushed in the chalk warehouse every day. Among more than thousands of white chalk boxes, there will be a paper box mixed with a blue chalk. This blue chalk is your answering chalk, and the location will be refreshed randomly every day.’

‘Note that this exam is related to your life and death. You must answer honestly, :)’

All the test rules have been written on the blackboard, just like someone writing on it with chalk, especially the bracket laughter behind the last sentence gives us endless fear. It originally symbolizes a friendly expression, but now it looks like an expression that preaches our life and death.

Why, why are we just allowed to experience these things? Why can’t we get rid of only our third-year high school (a) class? What should we do?"

“March 26, xx, sunny.

On a rare sunny day, the sun shines on us, so hot that everyone in the school is enjoying the warmth brought to them by the sun. However, we, our third-year high school (a), are subject to the examination, which is also related to our life and death?

Although this beam of sunshine brings warmth, when we think of the test questions at night, we feel the chill from the abyss.

In order to take this inexplicable exam, several boys in the class really went to the chalk library to find the white chalk box mixed with blue chalk. All the boxes were the same. If you want to find them out, you must disassemble them all to check.

After several hours, the labor was not in vain. They found the box of chalk and carefully took it to the classroom.

Everyone cheers for their professionalism. As long as there is chalk to answer, even if it is a question, you will not be afraid.

This is how things are thought, but the question did not give us a chance.

The topics every night involve a person's privacy, and it is the privacy buried in the deepest area in my heart. Sometimes it is a dark history, and sometimes it is related to some physical privacy.

However, after seeing Yue Ling's fate, they would answer the questions truthfully no matter what.

As if they were very clear about their private lives, all the questions were criticized for being correct and wrong, and some people did not believe in evil and answered a wrong answer. Of course, the outcome was obvious, and they were all strangled by a strange and strange force.

The classroom was covered in blood, but no one passed by the classroom to see what was going on inside.

The body of Yue Ling was placed in the middle of the aisle last night. During the day, the teacher was like a ok person in class, and he stepped on Yue Ling's body casually, as if he hadn't seen it. They did not notice that there were fewer and fewer people in the class. They were like a robot, only caring about completing their own teaching tasks.

Some students chat with the teacher after class, but as if they were anxious to go home and reincarnate, they quickly disappeared into the classroom without waiting for the students to come forward to talk to each other. During class, as long as the teacher saw small movements or did not listen to the class carefully, it would become the end of Bu Jige.

The entire classroom and the entire school became weird.

Is the life and death of our class so indifferent in their eyes?”

“On March 28, xx, showers.

After a few days of sunny days, the damn weather started to drizzle again. What was different from before was that without the lightning, we were even more nervous.

Today is the day I went up to answer questions, why did I know?

Because we found that the order of answering questions was completely based on the student number of our class.

I don’t know what kind of problems will be waiting for me tonight. I only know that this school and this class are beginning to change.

Yes, the questions that appear on the blackboard every night are indeed the most private questions in the mind of every student. It is indeed extremely difficult to answer all of these questions, but once they are answered, the inner nature of some people will be exposed to everyone.

Just like the labor committee member Xiao Zi the day before yesterday, her image brings us a feeling of an extremely cute white lotus. However, after answering the question, we discovered her true face. Don’t think that everyone’s surface is their true face. In fact, it is just their mask.

I reflected on myself. I have never played any scheming or privacy.

I really don’t know what problems he will cause me tonight?

Evening self-study has arrived. When I was the first to enter the classroom, the following questions were written on the blackboard.

‘Candidate Ai Tong, please come forward to answer the question, about who is the person you secretly love?’

When I first saw this problem, I suddenly felt like I was broken. I thought I had no privacy, but I ignored this problem.

After subconsciously looking at him, I wrote his name, [Bai Chen].

As soon as the blue chalk was removed, a red hook appeared next to the two words Bai Chen. This means that I answered the question correctly, but, but, it is really very interesting to answer this question in front of so many people in the class...

I walked off the podium and sat in my seat.
Chapter completed!