"Forty-nine people die at random every year, which causes tragedy in the school every year, resulting in the number of students not increasing."

"But later, someone discovered the rules."

"The death toll in a year is up to forty-nine. There will be no more or less."

"Until forty-nine people die, disaster will not stop, and strange things will not stop."

Hearing this, Yao Tianjun frowned slightly: "So what solutions did the school think of?"

The male teacher sighed and said helplessly: "There is a maximum of 49 people dead in our school every year, and the school will try its best to cover up these things. But this is meaningless."

"Later, someone proposed a terrible idea, trying to turn passive into active."

"Since forty-nine people die, no one will die."

"Then it's better to find a way to die forty-nine people first."

"With this idea, they did a terrible experiment and it turned out to be successful."

"The curse was broken. It turns out that as long as there are more than forty-nine people who die in the school, then you will not kill anyone again."

"So the school has a solution and they found some students who were abandoned by their parents."

"These students come to school and often fight and cause trouble, but the school doesn't care. They keep them. Anyway, they won't be able to die for no reason."

“That’s why, why every year the deaths happen in schools.”

Yao Tianjun couldn't help but shout: "So, you are actually killing people on your own initiative!"

"We didn't kill people, I just indulged them. It's not us who really killed people."

"Do you think this kind of quibbling is meaningful?"

"Yes." The male teacher sighed, his face full of bitterness.

Yao Tianjun's heart is also full of bitterness. If it is true as he said, then he has been abandoned by his parents?

When Yao Tianjun thought of his grandmother and father in the waste purchase station, he felt a pain in his heart.

"So we are all sacrifices?"

"right."

"What would happen if there were no dead people, or forty-nine people were not dead?" Yao Tianjun looked at him and asked.

"It is impossible that no one dies, and the disaster will not stop until forty-nine people die."

"So, such an ancient rule has been maintained for sixty years?"

"right."

Hearing his words, Yao Tianjun nodded, and a strong sense of anxiety emerged in his heart. Sixty years, what a long time it was.

After dying one year, the school has experienced countless death cycles.

During these sixty years, hundreds of people died in schools.

But what is all this for?

"Why did he call me the murderer?"

"That's because..." the male teacher was about to answer, but suddenly screamed, because at some point a dagger pierced through his chest. Behind him was a cold-faced man. He looked at the male teacher and said indifferently: "If you dare to betray me and betray the school, you will know the outcome."

"No, don't kill me." The male teacher said with difficulty, but he knew that he could not survive. He suddenly turned his face distorted and shouted at us: "I tell you, it happened thirty-four years ago..."

Speaking of this, he was already covered in his mouth, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was meaningless.

The man stretched out his arm and pierced him directly. When the male teacher's body fell, he looked at Yao Tianjun.

Yao Tianjun did not take action, but said indifferently: "Even if you cover up the truth, the truth will eventually come to light."

"What if you know the truth? You are just ordinary people, you can only struggle and die ordinary." The man glanced at him indifferently and said indifferently: "You can't live for too long."

Yao Tianjun felt relieved when he looked at his back, lowered his head and groped on the male teacher's body.

Soon he found a small notepad. Yao Tianjun was extremely surprised and left with the notepad.

Generally speaking, notepads often record some important things. Some people often hide their deepest secrets in it.

Yao Tianjun searched carefully. At the beginning, it was just a few trivial matters, but afterwards there were all kinds of things.

Yao Tianjun searched around tirelessly, and soon he found a page, which mentioned something: "I had a nightmare yesterday, and the incident that day came into my mind again. How long will you torture me?"

"I can't say anything, you don't have to worry about anything. For me, I just want to live."

Seeing this, Yao Tianjun was excited and searched carefully. Soon he saw another news.

"No, I'm almost collapsed, nightmares keep coming again, and the faces of dead people appear in front of me. What am I doing wrong!"

Soon, the notepad became incoherent. At the back, it turned into a piece of paper.

The paper is covered with a black oil pen, and it is no longer visible when applied. It is all black.

Seeing this, Yao Tianjun realized that the smeared thing might be what he wanted to know.

So he brought this book and directly summoned Su Yumo and Su Arui.

Yao Tianjun took them to a cafe, and they studied the smeared white paper together.

"The original traces can no longer be seen on this piece of paper." Su Yumo shook his head and said.

"Is there no other way? I remember to use a potion to absorb the black on it." Su Arui couldn't help but say.

"But it will also disappear." Su Yumo shook his head and said.

"What should I do? This picture must contain a major secret. But the male teacher deliberately wiped it out to prevent it from being noticed." Su Arui said.

"So we can't remove the stains, and we may not know what's inside."

"This is not necessarily the case." Yao Tianjun stretched out his hand and stroked the paper, and said indifferently: "This piece of paper is thin and the ballpoint pen is very sharp, so although it has been applied all, I can feel the dent left when writing these words."

"If this is the case, then it will be interesting." Su Arui said excitedly: "Let's see what the male teacher left behind."

Yao Tianjun nodded, stroked the paper, and felt it carefully. Soon he discovered that although the whole piece of paper was covered with ink, the traces could not disappear.

But to his surprise, there were not many words on this piece of paper, only one line of words.

Yao Tianjun reached out to touch the lines of words, smiled on his face and said, "Let me see what happened!"

At this moment, his arms suddenly solidified and his face became ugly. Then Yao Tianjun stretched out his hand and continued to caress. Soon his movements became slower and slower, and his face became ugly. Sweat dripping constantly flowed down his forehead, and his face was surprisingly pale.

"What's going on?" Su Arui asked hurriedly.
Chapter completed!