Hey hey, don't worry. The boss is so powerful. There won't be any problem. Henry said proudly. He, like Jennifer, was saved by me. They both admire me very much in their hearts.

However, after what happened last night, I deeply felt my powerlessness. If I had noticed earlier last night, perhaps I wouldn't have experienced that hellish scene. That I survived last night is something I myself dare not imagine.

I must find a way to become stronger. Last night was a huge lesson. If I still rely on my petty tricks, I'm afraid I will be doomed. But after experiencing the hell last night, my heart has become tougher.

Just as we were talking, Chen Mingyang came back. There was directly a palm print on his face. It seemed that he was beaten hard by the head teacher. No wonder. He attacked the chest of the head teacher. She must be very angry. It's so incredible for the classmates in the class that he could come back alive.

Hehe, not bad. She was finally done. James said with a playful smile, looking at Chen Mingyang. Chen Mingyang was also complacent: "Of course. I pretended to ask her questions about the exercises. She was quite happy and thought I loved studying. But then I touched her in the middle."

"You are really shameless. But the head teacher is quite good-looking. At least she still has charm in her thirties." James sneered coldly. Several boys beside him also laughed strangely.

Chen Mingyang didn't care and said: "Humph. That woman only knows how to manage us. She doesn't know our situation now."

"That's right. Now no one has the heart to study. We don't know when we will die." Dong Wenfeng said.

"Come on, don't worry about it. Live one day at a time. Let's have fun together." James said generously.

"Well, that's all we can do." Chen Mingyang said. Just having survived a life-and-death crisis, this is the most relaxing time. Except for a few people who are still in despair, most people are thinking about how to have a good day.

Just then, Sophia walked onto the platform. James, Ryan, and a few others looked at Sophia and sneered: "Big monitor, what instructions do you have?"

"We can't just wait to die like this anymore. I'm going to continue the investigation." Sophia said seriously.

"Investigation? Where to investigate? The whole school has been investigated almost. Even the archives room was burned down. How to investigate?" James sneered.

Yes, just as he said. All the clues in the whole school have been completely interrupted. Even the most important archives room has been burned down. It's simply impossible to look for clues.

"David. We can find clues from David." Sophia said.

"David? Isn't he dead already?" James sneered.

"Although he's dead, there might be account information on his computer. If we can log into his account, maybe we can disband the class group." Sophia suddenly said.

Her words made the people around her eyes light up. Both boys and girls exclaimed.

"That's right. Maybe this way, the curse will be lifted."

"Great. This method might work."

Sophia looked at her classmates around her and said slowly: "I need someone to participate in the investigation with me. I will choose these people myself. I hope everyone can agree."

"No problem. Completely okay." The classmates in the class said in unison.

"Well, that's it. Ivan, Frank, you two come with me to David's house." Sophia said.

I was slightly stunned for a moment but didn't refuse. And Ivan also said coldly: "Okay, I'm willing to participate in the investigation. As long as you don't hold me back."

"No problem," Sophia said with a smile. Then the class continued to be noisy. And Diana found me.

"Are you really going to David's house with Sophia?" Diana asked.

"Of course. It doesn't hurt to have a look." I said with an indifferent look.

"Humph. Sophia is definitely not a good person." Diana stared at Sophia and said.

"No way. It's just your illusion." I don't understand at all why Diana is so hostile to Sophia. Sophia has no contact with her.

"Humph, I don't care. You'd better not have anything to do with Sophia." Diana finished and then returned to her seat. I shrugged helplessly and could only continue chatting with Henry.

Sophia came over and said straightforwardly to me: "Frank, I've discussed it with Ivan. How about we go to David's house together this afternoon?"

"No problem," I said directly.

"That's a deal," Sophia said with a smile. Then she turned and left. The whole morning, nothing happened. The order of the class has gradually become chaotic. But fortunately, there are no too-bad situations for the time being.

Even Adam has Jared's protection. Now no one in the class dares to bully him. But looking at Adam's aggrieved appearance, it seems that he doesn't get along well with Jared. Who told them that the size difference between the two is too big?

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In the classroom, Diana and I don't seem too close. Because she said she's shy to show affection in front of others. So far, I have only held her little hand, which makes me very depressed.

But I don't say anything either, lest she think I'm a pervert.

At noon, I returned home. Sitting sullenly on the sofa, I looked at my father who was busy in the kitchen. Sighed. I lost my mother when I was very young, probably when I was three years old. At that time, I didn't remember anything. I could only vaguely see that face. And feel that warm embrace.

But after I was three years old, my mother passed away. After that, my father raised me. He is a railway worker. He has to work and take care of me at ordinary times. So he has no time to take care of me. I grew up in loneliness in my childhood.

I looked at my father in the kitchen, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over.

"What's wrong? Go wash your hands. It's time to eat soon." My father turned his head and said to me. He was cutting vegetables, and his face was full of vicissitudes.

"Dad, how did my mother die?" I suddenly asked. This question made my father's body tremble and almost cut his hand. He put the kitchen knife aside, and those eyes turned and looked at me puzzled: "Weiwei, why did you ask this question?"

"I dreamed of my mother last night. I want to know how she died." I said eagerly.

"Your mother passed away when you were three years old. She had an acute illness at that time." My father shook his head and said.

"But why don't I even know my mother's name?" I asked again. Since my mother died, my father has never mentioned her. And except for secretly visiting the grave on the Qingming Festival, even the household registration booklet, it shows divorce.

What's even more tragic is that so far, I don't even know my mother's name. It's as if she is a non-existent person. If it weren't for yesterday's dream, maybe I would have lost the concept of my mother in my heart.

"That's because I was afraid that you would be sad and didn't want to mention it. It's been so many years. Forget her." My father shook his head and said. Then he turned his head and continued to cut vegetables.

"At least let me know her name," I muttered.

My father turned his head again, with some impatience on his face: "Weiwei, what's wrong with you today? Why did you ask these questions?"

"For so many years, I don't even know who my mother is. I really want to know." I said seriously to my father. My father looked at me, and slightly turned his head aside. Those eyes also showed a touch of sadness.

"Sorry son, I really can't tell you. But please believe that there is no one in this world who loves you more than your mother." My father finished and turned his head. This time, no matter what I said, he refused to turn back.

I could only sit on the sofa regretfully. I know my father must know how my mother died. But he wouldn't tell me. And he wouldn't reveal any information about my mother. Even in the photo frame at home, there is no picture of my mother.

Is it because he is afraid that I will be sad when I think of my mother? No, this reason is definitely not the reason why my father hides it from me. And except for my father, and my grandma, they seem to have hidden a lot of things from me.

My mother is definitely not an ordinary person. Otherwise, so many people wouldn't hide it. Who is she? What kind of identity does she have? Why do neither grandma nor father ever mention it?

All kinds of doubts were swirling in my mind, but I knew that I had to find the answer to this question myself.

This lunch was eaten in silence. My father looked gloomy. Besides eating, he also said much less. It seemed that because of my question, he thought of my mother again.

I also stopped talking, but my mind was constantly spinning. From my birth until now, it seems that all the memories before I was three years old are vague. It seems necessary to go and look for my grandma again.

After lunch, I returned to the bedroom. On the wall in front of me, the photo has changed again. In this group photo of the whole class, Amelia and Jasmine appeared at the same time.

And like David and them, they have pale complexions. Sad smiles. And distorted faces. In contrast to them, the people around them are smiling.

Now there are already five people who have become the deceased. They appear in the photo, and the whole photo looks extremely cruel. It makes my scalp tingle.

What scares me the most is Amelia's smile. She is different from others. Her neck twists and she looks at me inside the photo. The smile is full of resentment and anger. Those eyes are staring at me tightly. Even the arm is slightly raised.

This huge contrast made me suddenly remember a sentence that Amelia said before she died: "Frank, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

Is Amelia really going to take revenge on me? Looking at the strange Amelia in the photo. I felt a chill behind my back. It's as if being stared at. But I quickly shook my head, looked at the photo with an indifferent expression, and murmured: "Come and take revenge on me, Amelia. I'm not afraid of you."