Horror Movie Set: This extra is too good at playing the tricks.

Chapter 17 Half a Love Letter

The teaching building A behind us had been completely turned into a battlefield, with the roar of the gecko monster mixed with the screams of dozens of student ghosts.

The nauseating stench of blood could be smelled from hundreds of meters away.

Lu Dan hurriedly squeezed out the last bit of air from his lungs to support his legs and sprinted toward Building B.

As a dedicated security guard, now that I've finished patrolling Building A, I naturally can't neglect Building B; it's time to go there.

Passing through the covered walkway connecting the two buildings, the noise of the world is abruptly cut off, and Building B is as quiet as a deep well.

There are no brightly lit study rooms here, nor are there rows of ghostly figures facing the wall; there is only deathly silence and the pervasive smell of chalk dust in the air.

A person was sitting on the steps downstairs. It was Zhang Kai, who had declared himself the last "Three Good Student" in the entire school.

Bored, Zhang Kai tapped the floor with the nailed table leg, making a clanging sound.

Seeing Lu Dan, covered in dust and dirt, running over, his eyes lit up. He hoisted a table leg onto his shoulder and said, "Uncle, your legs aren't what they used to be! I've walked all over this building and haven't seen a single ghost."

He turned to the side, his nostrils flaring, and a look of gleeful anticipation spread across his face: "Ugh, such a strong smell of blood! They had a party in Building A and didn't even invite me. That's really not nice of them."

Lu Dan had no time to deal with this overly energetic and passionate young man; he kept in mind the rule that strictly forbade talking to students.

He raised his flashlight expressionlessly, the beam shining directly onto the dark door of Building B. Then he pointed to the patrol log on his chest, soaked with cold sweat, the meaning clear: less talk, more work.

"Alright, alright, patrolling, right? I get it." Zhang Kai shrugged, but there was a clear hint of unease in his eyes. "But uncle, this building is really clean. Apart from a few classroom doors having broken locks, there's nothing there."

Is there really nothing there?

Lu Dan glanced at him. This kid's acting was a bit clumsy, looking like he was trying to hide something, practically writing "I have a secret" on his face.

Lu Dan stepped upstairs, to the second floor, the third floor... When he reached the door of Class 2, Grade 12, Lu Dan stopped.

Only this door was ajar, and something was tucked in the crack—a pale pink letter paper torn in half, with jagged edges.

Lu Dan picked it up with two fingers, and in the dim light of the flashlight, the handwriting was neat yet revealed a resolute determination: "I return my warmth to the spring chill, and my name to the wind. Do not look for me, if the evening breeze brushes your eyelashes..."

The next few words were missing. At the very bottom of the letter was a signature stained with blood—Su Ke.

Lu Dan's pupils contracted slightly.

This should be a key clue.

"that......"

Standing behind him, Zhang Kai suddenly let out an extremely uncomfortable dry cough.

Lu Dan turned around, and the light shone on Zhang Kai's face.

The hot-blooded youth who had just been fearless was now like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his eyes darting around.

"...Uncle, why are you looking at this letter? It's just...it's just garbage. Everyone has a moment of being a chuunibyou and writing sentimental poems, right?" Zhang Kai stammered, his neck turning red.

But this red doesn't seem like a shy red; it's more like the panic of being exposed.

Lu Dan didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, pointed to the half-written letter, and then pointed to Zhang Kai.

That look seemed to say: Keep making things up.

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Meanwhile, the psychological counseling room on the other side had been turned into a large-scale unlicensed construction site.

Half of the wall has disappeared, revealing the steel bars and cement inside, as well as some hollow parts of the wall.

In the corner of the sofa, Li Mu held the hot water that Lin Xiaoxiao handed him. Although his body was still trembling, the anxiety of being spied on in his eyes seemed to have eased a lot.

"Teacher Lin, are you really alright?"

Bao Ping heard the noise and rushed over, only to find Lin Xiaoxiao staring blankly at the pile of ruins.

"It's nothing, just a bit sentimental." Lin Xiaoxiao turned around, brushing the dust off her hands. "Master Bao, look at this wall. It looks sturdy, but it's actually hollow inside. Sometimes I wonder how dirty things that look so nice on the surface are underneath!"

Bao Ping narrowed his small eyes. He was a smart man and naturally understood the implied meaning in those words.

"Oh, Teacher Lin means that just because it's bright here doesn't mean there's nothing dirty on the other side?" Bao Ping lowered his voice and pointed to the blown-up wall. "This noise doesn't seem like it was caused by academic pressure."

"That's the problem."

Lin Xiaoxiao walked up to Bao Ping, her tone tinged with worry, perfectly avoiding the off-character (OOC) pitfall. "As a psychology teacher, I've found that students' 'mental illnesses' are often not because of themselves, but because there's a 'shadow' taking their place. If that shadow breaks down, the real person on our side will probably rot along with it."

She pointed to the clock on the wall: "Master Bao, you're an expert at repairing things. If water is dripping from both sides of a wall, will just plugging one end be of any use?"

Bao Ping pursed his lips, then grinned, revealing his yellowed teeth: "Hey, Teacher Lin's words are spot on. How can just blocking one end be effective? That's only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. To prevent leaks, you have to nip them in the bud."

"Just now, Li Mu mentioned something. He said he often hears crying in Class 2 of Senior 3 in Building B. It sounds like Su Ke, the excellent class monitor who came to pick me up earlier, is crying. Maybe she encountered some problems there?"

Lin Xiao glanced back at Suzuki sitting on the sofa, then lowered her voice even further.

Bao Ping's eyes darted around, and he patted the wrench in his palm: "That would be terrible. Students these days are very precious. If something happens to them, the sky will fall on this school."

"Teacher Lin, shouldn't we hurry over to Building B and do some extracurricular tutoring? I, the one in charge of logistics, should also go and fix some light bulbs, so that no one falls in the dark."

These two are both incredibly shrewd; without needing to say a word, they achieved a tacit understanding.

The level of understanding between them is acceptable.

Lin Xiaoxiao turned and walked to Li Mu, who was sitting on the sofa, with a gentle smile on her face: "Classmate, I'll take you to a safe place and help us find something. Maybe if we find it, you won't have to be afraid of being watched anymore."

Li Mu timidly raised his head, hesitated for a moment, and then took Lin Xiaoxiao's hand.

The three of them walked in unison through the still bright and clean corridor of Building A, filled with the sound of students reading aloud, and headed towards Building B.

Moonlight streamed through the tall windows, casting dappled shadows on the smooth floor.

The walls are adorned with portraits of distinguished alumni, all sporting the same smirk.

The classroom doors on both sides of the corridor were open, and students could be seen smiling and listening attentively to the lecture...