“So, the existence of this diary is to lead me on, deliberately creating an illusion that I’m writing to myself, trying to warn myself.”
Du Wei made a judgment, but this also triggered a vague idea in his mind.
Something wanted him to do something or reveal a way to leave because it possibly wanted to leave as well.
It might also be that it couldn’t kill him directly, so it had to suggest subtly, leading him step by step towards death or fulfilling some purpose of its own.
It seemed safe, but in reality, deep malice was hidden beneath.
“But no matter, if you want to play, then I’ll keep playing along and see which of us shows their hand first.”
Du Wei turned to the last page of the diary and casually took a pen from his desk, writing a passage.
[I am Du Wei, and I have learned all the secrets of this school, everything is safe for now.]
[The reason I failed before, I suspect, is that my understanding of this school wasn’t deep enough. I didn’t grasp its true secrets, nor did I know where that door was.]
[So I plan to stay for two more days for one final gamble.][If I can’t find that door within two days, to either destroy it or close it, then I will immediately use that method to leave.]
As for what that method was, Du Wei deliberately did not write it down.
Having done all this.
Du Wei stood up, cleared his throat, picked up the lesson plan from the desk, and stepped out of the office.
From beginning to end, he never made any contact with those “colleagues.”
It very much fit the mentality of someone eager to explore the school’s secrets and ready to leave at any moment…
And after he had left.
On the spot, those colleagues suddenly froze.
The entire office was silent, so quiet it was frightening.
Click, click, click…
The next second.
Everyone craned their necks and turned to look at where Du Wei had left.
On the desk, the diary had been closed, only the signature visible—Du Wei.
…
Classroom A-012.
As the bell rang, Du Wei pushed open the door and entered.
In the classroom, there were a total of twenty-four students, mostly female.
Du Wei glanced at them and paused his gaze on the second row by the window to the left.
The teacher’s platform was on the fifth floor of the building, with a fine misty rain falling outside the window. Looking out, the entire school was shrouded in the rain.
And the student sitting by the window was a girl.
Uh…
Du Wei had seen her photo; she was Tom’s beautiful neighbor who had died—Joanna, to be precise, the Joanna from ten years ago, still a student then.
In Esselgreen City, at Joanna’s home, Du Wei had seen her and that female student’s photo together from ten years ago when neither had died.
But he had clearly killed that girl in a New York church after she’d become an Evil Spirit; she shouldn’t be appearing here.
Or could it be, this really was the school from ten years ago?
Du Wei suppressed his thoughts and looked over each student, one by one.
He remembered them all.
Then, Du Wei stood at the lectern, one hand holding the lesson plan and the other knocking on the blackboard.
He had already seen the content of the lesson plan during his arrival.
It was a bit different from what he expected; it was all about psychology.
This was absurd, as all signs pointed to this being a private high school.
These students are still in their first year of high school, studying psychology in the first year…
However, that’s not important.
Du Wei looked at his students and calmly said, “I am your psychology teacher, Du Wei. I will be teaching this class. Do you remember where I left off last time I spoke to you?”
Someone answered, “Teacher, in the last class you talked about the fourth chapter of Basic Psychology, the fifth section on microexpressions.”
Du Wei nodded, “Very good.”
He asked about the last time, not the last class.
And the content of the teaching plan seamlessly continued from the last class.
In other words, he, as a teacher, had been forcibly inserted into the school, and all previous records had been crafted by some presence.
It was as if he was playing a role-playing game, where Du Wei suddenly took on the role of a psychology teacher.
However, he indeed intended to give these students a proper lesson.
With that thought in mind,
Du Wei threw the teaching plan onto the lectern: “Classmates, microexpressions are an introductory course in psychology. It is a subdiscipline. Everyone has microexpressions, which are subconscious.”
“Without relevant training or professional experience, it is very difficult to conceal microexpressions.”
“When lying, some people habitually droop their eyelids.”
“When hiding a secret, others might act nonchalant, appearing even more composed than usual.”
“So how do you use microexpressions to discover someone’s secret?”
Du Wei walked down from the lectern and posed a question to his students.
Someone proudly answered, “Teacher, I know. We summarize the other person’s expressional patterns, guide them through our words, and thus discover their secrets.”
Du Wei nodded appreciatively, “You’re right, but in fact, that’s just academic talk. Everyone knows this is possible, but very few can actually do it.”
“So in today’s lesson, I will not be discussing any theoretical knowledge with you. Instead, I will let you experience the allure of psychology.”
As he said this, his tone became somewhat unusual.
Role-playing games sound fun, but he had no desire to follow the predetermined script.
His interaction with these students was the first probe.
It was to remind them of their Evil Spirit identities.
He was testing the limits of a certain presence to see if it would back him up and cover his lies.
If it would, he prepared to continue causing chaos.
The students still didn’t know what their teacher planned to do. Excitement was etched on their faces, and for students their age, they craved novel thrills.
“This is so cool.”
“Teacher, are you planning on letting us practice finding each other’s secrets using microexpressions?”
Hearing this, Du Wei smiled and said, “No, it’s me who will use microexpressions to find your secrets.”
Having said that, Du Wei walked over to the student Joanna and started with her.
Joanna was somewhat nervous, “Teacher, I really don’t have any secrets.”
Du Wei looked into her eyes, his voice calm and steady, “Everyone has secrets in their heart, but everyone wants to bury them deeper. Yet some are due to severe trauma, and their subconscious forgets those secrets. However, we can use psychology to awaken them.”
“A gentler method is to first ease the relationship with the other person, to lower their guard.”
“But I don’t like that approach. I prefer a more direct and blunt way of pointing out the contradictions in others, provoking a reaction.”
“So, Joanna, why didn’t your best friend come to class today?”
“Is it because you had a conflict with her?”
“You really dislike her, so you did something extreme to her!”
“Let’s make a bold guess here—you killed her, didn’t you?”
After these words fell, the whole classroom fell silent.
Joanna’s face showed horror, and everyone stared at her with somber expressions…
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