My heart couldn't help trembling. I never thought Bertha would be so open. Remembering Bertha's snow-white thighs, I was still a little tempted. But I still refused.

"Sorry, I can't help you. I don't have that time."

Soon, Bertha's message came: "Humph, okay, you, Frank. I, Bertha, can't deal with you."

I carelessly put my phone away and then continued the discussion.

After school in the afternoon, I had a meal with Diana in the restaurant. Then at night, I got the key from Sophia. Then I quietly walked towards the archives with Diana.

It's now evening self-study, and the sky has already darkened. I quietly led Diana to the archives. I already had a key in my hand. This key was given to me by Sophia.

Although I don't know exactly how she got the key to the archives. But at this moment, it seems I have no choice. With Diana, we carefully walked towards the archives.

The sky gradually became darker. There was no sound in the entire corridor. I led Diana. Holding a flashlight in my hand. I quietly came to the archives. The archives were in the most secluded corridor on the first floor. There were no classrooms around here. At this moment, it felt a little creepy.

"Let's not go in," Diana said fearfully.

"No matter what, let's go in and take a look. Maybe we can find the truth." I finished speaking and walked in directly. Diana had no choice but to follow me in. I took out the key, and gently opened the door of the archives.

The entire archives were like the gate of hell. I inserted the key and gently turned it. The entire archives opened the door to me. Somehow, I suddenly felt an unprecedented chill.

Just as if I had opened a forbidden door. When I opened the door of this archive, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. But soon I recovered.

The entire archives room was small. The dust that rushed towards us showed that no one had been here for a long time. The entire archives were only forty-five square meters. There were bookshelves all around. And the bookshelves were all filled with kraft paper bags. These were the school's materials.

Including the materials of each teacher, there were more than twenty bookshelves altogether. I nervously picked up the flashlight and began to inspect. And behind me, Diana was keeping watch for me.

I took a look at each bookshelf. There were labels on the bookshelves. Among them were the honors the school had previously received and some other things. There was a large assortment that made me search for a long time but still couldn't find anything.

"Right, let's take a look at the graduation photos. Maybe we can find something." A flash of inspiration came to me, remembering the distorted graduation photo at home. I hurriedly opened the graduation photos.

Among the bookshelves, I finally found the graduation photos with great difficulty. These were the graduation photos of each class. They were everywhere in a kraft paper bag. I gently flipped through them.

With the light of the flashlight, I quickly searched in the archives. Although the archives were very safe, I didn't dare to stop at all. As long as I could find what I wanted, I would leave immediately.

What exactly happened twenty years ago? If I could know, maybe I could know the truth of the matter. But after searching for a while, I embarrassedly found that there were no graduation photos from twenty years ago.

It seems that everything from twenty years ago was not recorded. This is not strange. If they wanted to hide it, it's impossible to leave any records. Thinking of this, my face turned a little pale.

Although there were no graduation photos from twenty years ago, there were graduation photos from ten years ago. Among the graduation photos from ten years ago, I finally found something different. Yes, the strange and pale faces were the same as the photos in my room.

In the classes from ten years ago, I checked ten consecutive ones and found that more or less, there would be several pale faces in these graduation photos. These faces were all distorted, and strange. And with a tragic smile.

It seems that these classmates have died but appeared in the class. The people around seemed not to notice. There was almost one or two in each class. And in Class Five, there were more than ten.

This made my back chilled. Could the curse have already started? Has it continued from ten years ago until now? Could it be that when we stepped into this school from the first year of high school, the curse had already begun?

No, it's impossible. My speculation must be wrong. Thinking of this, I hurriedly continued to search. And Diana beside me said in a trembling voice: "Let's leave quickly. It's so阴森 here."

"Don't worry. I'm here. Don't be afraid." While I was saying this, I quickly searched for the surrounding files. Among the kraft paper bags, I found graduation photos from ten years ago until now. That is to say, there were at least three sessions.

In each graduation photo, there would be several people with pale faces. There were almost no class. The least was only one, and the most was always Class Five.

Continuously flipping through the photos, each photo had one or two pale faces. These classmates had different postures. But all of them had pale skin and strange smiles on their faces, making me tremble with fear.

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What exactly happened in Class Five before? Why were there so many people? Looking at more than half of the pale-faced people in the photo and the few with normal complexions. My heart sank into deep thought.

It seems that the curse wasn't just in Class Five. Other classes also had it. But the degree wasn't as much as in Class Five. Could it have spread from Class Five? While I was thinking wildly, I continued to search among the photos.

Just then, my eyes froze and my gaze solidified. Suddenly, there was an extra photo in my hand. The time shown in this photo was exactly five years ago.

This was an extremely terrifying graduation photo. In this graduation photo, both the teachers and the students all had extremely pale complexions. Even the principal in the middle had a strange smile. The clothes they wore were also gray.

The entire scene was very惊悚, and in this惊悚 photo, I found something abnormal. Yes, there was only one living person in the middle. This was a pretty girl. She was standing in the middle, smiling. There were strange smiles all around her. Only her complexion was the most normal. The entire class was full of dead people, whether it was the homeroom teacher or the principal. Only she stood out like a crane among chickens.

"The only survivor?" I looked at the photo and trembled as I said. Looking at this photo, my expression solidified. It seems that things were far from as simple as I imagined.

Just then, I glanced sideways. Suddenly, I found a letter falling from the graduation photo. This letter looked very old. It was written with a fountain pen. The handwriting was very neat, and I couldn't help but read it.

The flashlight's light was very weak, shining on the yellowish paper. This made me very uncomfortable. This letter was very strange, and the content was confusing.

When you open this letter.

I'm afraid you have fallen into a crisis. The following words must be remembered. Don't forget.

In fact, the truth isn't scary.

In fact, what's really scary is the human heart.

There is no truth in this room.

Because there is nothing in the room. Next, I'll tell you where the truth is. I buried it under the tallest pine tree in the school.

There is a kind of grass under the pine tree.

This kind of grass is called ghost tip grass.

Now you must use the fastest speed.

The truth is right in front of you! Run forward... Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry!

I glanced at the letter in my hand, then indifferently withdrew my gaze. I said disdainfully, "What kind of nonsense is this?" But after reading it, I didn't even have time to look at the photo more. I directly placed the photo on the bookshelf, turned around, pulled Diana, and ran out of the archives. I didn't even have time to lock the door.

"What's wrong? With such great strength, you're hurting me." Diana said dissatisfiedly.

"Shut up and run!" I shouted in a low voice, pulling Diana and almost frantically wanting to leave. Everything I did just now was pretended. After reading that letter, I immediately understood. The intention of the person who wrote this letter.

This letter wasn't telling me that the truth was buried there. In this letter, with strange rhetorical methods and continuous repetitions, it was to remind me. From the first character of the first line, to the second character of the second line. The third character of the third line, when arranged continuously together. It formed a sentence that sent chills down my spine: There's a ghost in the room! Run!

This was the intention of the person who wrote this letter. It reminded me that there was a ghost in this archive. No wonder I always felt a chilly sensation behind my back. It turned out that someone had been watching me all along.

But just when I was pulling Diana and about to rush out of the corridor, I suddenly found that the entire corridor seemed to be infinitely stretching. We simply couldn't walk out of this corridor.

"Cut, this kind of trick." My eyes flashed and I grabbed Diana and quickly ran backward.

"What are you doing? Are we going to seek death?" Diana exclaimed in terror. She also realized that something was wrong.

"This is the correct path," I said indifferently. After experiencing the disaster in the girls' dormitory. The ghost hitting the wall was no longer a big deal for me.

I had already sensed something was wrong. The subtle parts of our bodies had been sensed by me. Therefore, I led Diana to walk backward quickly. Sure enough, the corridor was right in front of us.

When encountering the ghost hitting the wall, the most important thing was not to lose direction. I didn't look at the road at all. Instead, I walked directly based on my feelings.

"Hehe, really good." Just then, a terrifying voice sounded in my ear. Immediately after, we found that the surrounding environment changed. We returned to the corridor again. And in front of us. A broken body was looking at us with a cruel smile.

This was a broken body. His skin was extremely pale. He held a rusty kitchen knife in his hand. The kitchen knife was stained with blood. His body was emaciated, and his clothes were also torn. His legs were limping. Standing like this in front of us. On his bald head, blood was constantly flowing.

Diana couldn't help but scream. Looking at this emaciated fierce ghost in front of me, I calmed down at this moment. I knew that a new round of life and death crisis was about to unfold.