Death isn't scary. What's truly terrifying is being forgotten.

Sun Qiu is dead, has been dead for a long time, but his classmates don't know, his teachers don't know, and even he himself doesn't know. Driven by this inertia, he seems to still be "alive."

However,

this kind of living is a very desolate and pathetic thing.

Imagine, your life, your existence, the trajectory of each day, whether your consciousness is present or not, remains unchanged.

Then, how much meaning is left in your life, your existence, if you look beyond the surface?

Zhou Ze remembered an incident that happened in Hong Kong before. It was quite famous on the internet and was often compiled into the top ten or eight supernatural events in Hong Kong.

It told the story of a restaurant deliveryman who went to deliver food. He could still hear the sound of mahjong from outside the door, but when he knocked on the door, he found that the four mahjong players inside had been dead for a long time.

This is a very typical example.

"Boss, he's already dead, so what do we do?" the old Taoist asked.

Because it's rare for the living to see ghosts.

But if the dead see ghosts, it's not uncommon. It's as ordinary as old friends meeting and bursting into tears.

Moreover, Sun Qiu's death was probably not caused by a ghost. In the story he told, he was probably already dead at the time, so he saw some strange phenomena.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. The problem now is that he can't determine the time of Sun Qiu's death, which means he can't determine whether Sun Qiu died from a natural accident or was killed by a ghost.

As for Sun Qiu's incomplete soul, there are actually many possibilities. It doesn't necessarily mean he was controlled by a more powerful ghost.

"Let's go down and ask, ask the dormitory managers."

Since Sun Qiu's end, because he is now a "high-level idiot," a lot of information has been cut off and cannot be continued, so he can only find a breakthrough from other places.

In short, what Zhou Ze needs is a ghost. If he can't catch Sun Qiu, then he'll catch the dormitory teacher's soul. It's the same thing.

It's kind of like, 'In a military camp for three years, even a sow looks like Diao Chan.'

Going down the stairs, he came to the dormitory management office on the first floor. There were still two middle-aged men talking there. The other few had either gotten off work or had gone to search for "prey."

This time, Zhou Ze and the old Taoist finally attracted their attention.

"What are you doing!"

One of the crew-cut men pointed directly at Zhou Ze and asked.

Zhou Ze took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and this time, he didn't let the old Taoist ask, but instead spoke himself:

"I want to ask you something. Has anyone in your dormitory management office died recently?"

As soon as Zhou Ze finished speaking, the expressions of the two dormitory managers changed drastically.

"Are you a police officer or something?" the crew-cut man asked.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"Are you a student's parent?"

Zhou Ze shook his head again.

"Then why are you asking so many questions? This is a school; irrelevant people are not allowed to enter. Please leave," the crew-cut man said as he walked over to push Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed the other party's wrist. His little fingernail grew out and directly touched the other party's skin.

"Hiss..."

The crew-cut man fell directly to his knees on the ground, his face contorted, obviously in great pain.

The other dormitory teacher didn't flinch when he saw this scene and rushed over directly.

"This poor Taoist has come to protect you!"

The old Taoist took the initiative to rush over at this time. After the two sides collided shoulder-to-shoulder, the old Taoist directly performed a shoulder throw, throwing the other party to the ground. This dormitory manager almost fainted.

The old Taoist actually knew some martial arts. He seemed to be the least noticeable person in the bookstore, but that was compared to ghost messengers and zombies. Compared to ordinary people, he wasn't afraid at all.

"Speak."

Zhou Ze dragged over a chair, sat down, and made the other party kneel in front of him like this.

The crew-cut man looked at Zhou Ze with deep horror in his eyes, but he didn't answer Zhou Ze's question. Instead, he asked, "Who exactly are you people, what do you want to do... ah ah ah!"

Zhou Ze's fingernail touched the crew-cut man's skin again. At the same time, Zhou Ze lifted the other party's clothes and covered his mouth, preventing him from shouting.

"Shout, shout all you want. No one will pay attention to you,"

the old Taoist said gloatingly from the side.

"I ask, you answer."

Boss Zhou had been mentally exhausted for a long time for that one percent performance bonus and really didn't want to waste time talking to irrelevant people.

"Has a dormitory manager died recently?"

The crew-cut man's tears and snot were flowing out from the pain. This time, he was really scared and immediately nodded, saying:

"Yes, there was one. He died last month. His name was Wang Baogang."

"How did he die?" Zhou Ze asked.

"He jumped, jumped to his death, jumped down from the dormitory building and landed headfirst, killing him instantly."

"Oh, did he have any special hobbies, such as liking to wear leather shoes?"

Generally speaking, it's normal for adults to wear leather shoes, especially in some work situations, but this is a school. Dormitory managers are euphemistically called teachers, but in reality, the school just hires some young and strong men to act as "thugs." They have nothing to do with teachers at all.

One of the two people in the room was still wearing slippers, and the other was just wearing sneakers. It was actually quite special to wear leather shoes and come to the dormitory building to check rooms in a serious manner.

"Yes, he liked to wear leather shoes and suits. We used to laugh at him for really thinking he was a people's teacher. Every time, he would dress up in full attire to check in for work."

"Where did he die?" Zhou Ze asked.

"In the flower bed in front of this building," the crew-cut man said, pointing. "His room was on the first floor. He used to live in the same room as me. After he had the accident, I moved out and lived with someone else."

Zhou Ze nodded. There were still some clothes in the closet. The key was that there were two pairs of leather shoes under the bedside table.

"These are the leather shoes he usually wore," the crew-cut man explained.

Zhou Ze squatted down in front of the leather shoes, picked up one of the shoes, and reached out to touch the sole. There was some mud on it that wasn't completely dry.

The dormitory was very humid, especially in the corridor.

Generally speaking, the soles of a dormitory teacher's shoes would often be wet when checking rooms, but according to what the crew-cut man said, this Wang Baogang had already died last month. His shoes should have been kept here all along, so how could they be wet?

"Why did Wang Baogang jump to his death?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I don't know about that," the crew-cut man shook his head. "He didn't seem to be stimulated by anything. Everything was the same that night. He took the bunch of keys and went to check the rooms."

Zhou Ze looked around. He was searching.

You must know that regardless of whether Wang Baogang's soul killed Sun Qiu, it can at least prove one thing, and that is that Wang Baogang's soul has been wandering in this dormitory building.

"You can go. You can call the police," Zhou Ze said.

The crew-cut man was stunned for a moment, and then left the room while backing away. As for whether he would call the police, Zhou Ze wasn't really worried.

Afterward, only Zhou Ze was left in the room. All of Zhou Ze's right fingernails grew out, and a mass of black energy surrounded his palm. Then, Zhou Ze touched the tile with his fingertips, and the black energy flowed into the tile.

Not long after,

starting from the place where the shoes were placed under the bedside table, black footprints appeared that only Zhou Ze could see. The footprints continued to extend outward.

Zhou Ze opened the dormitory door and followed the footprints up,

went upstairs,

the footprints shuttled back and forth in the corridor,

in front of the student dormitory doors, sometimes complicated, sometimes shallow,

This means that even after Wang Baogang died, he was still doing his job as a dormitory teacher.

He was still checking the dormitories, still staring at the students, and still checking the students' bedtime. In the middle of the night, he would wander in the corridor and stand in front of the door for a long time, waiting for a long time.

He was already dead,

so he had a lot of time,

to better devote himself to his work.

The students in the dormitory didn't know that they had to fight wits and courage with the living dormitory teachers and also face the gaze of a ghost!

Suddenly, Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed slightly. He saw that the black footprints were the most dense outside a dormitory room at the end of the corridor.

This means that Wang Baogang had lingered here for a very long time, and even his entanglement and hesitation could be seen from the footprints.

Zhou Ze walked to the door of that dormitory room. Somewhat unexpectedly, there was a white note on it that read "Storage Room," meaning that this dormitory room was abandoned and no students lived here.

Zhou Ze reached out and wanted to open the door, but the door was locked. He embedded his fingernails in it and exerted a little force. The lock was pried open, and Zhou Ze still walked in.

Inside the dormitory room, the bed was empty, and there were a lot of sundries such as mops and brooms piled up underneath. It seemed that there was nothing special about it.

But Zhou Ze knew that since Wang Baogang would hesitate here for so long, there must be something special about this place.

Zhou Ze sat down on the dusty bed board. The bed made a creaking sound.

Night,

very quiet,

somewhat unnaturally quiet.

Slowly, Zhou Ze's vision began to blur a little. He suddenly stood up, and the blurry feeling disappeared instantly. As a ghost messenger, he couldn't fall asleep normally.

Sometimes, Zhou Ze felt that this was a kind of torture, but later he slowly realized that not being able to fall asleep normally might also be a guarantee that the ghost messenger wouldn't be affected by ghosts and monsters.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

Below, there was the sound of spring water gushing, and a strong smell of blood came from all around.

Zhou Ze began to slowly retreat. However, when Zhou Ze turned around, he found that the door he had entered through had turned into a wall.

And under this dormitory room,

bright red blood began to spread out,

in the distance, it was as if a sea of blood was rolling in, a wave crashing, roaring and arriving instantly, completely submerging the entire dormitory room.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

Zhou Ze was completely submerged in the blood, and everything around him was covered with an crimson glow. This gave Zhou Ze the feeling he had when he first entered the Yellow Springs and entered the pool.

At this time, a "drip-drip" sound came from outside the wall,

as if someone was wearing leather shoes and slowly walking over,

he began to get closer and closer,

and then walked to the position one wall away from Zhou Ze,

he knocked on the wall,

and said in a deep voice:

"Lights out, turn off the lights!"

"Pa!"

It was as if a mass of black ink was spreading frantically in the blood,

the original red color instantly turned into a dark and gloomy mass,

it was as if,

the light,

was turned off...