We walked into David's room and closed the door. Suddenly, I said, "There's something wrong with David's mother. It's only been a week since David died. She shouldn't show any sign of sadness at all. When she opened the door for us, she was still leisurely applying a facial mask."

"This is inevitable. She must be David's stepmother. Since he wasn't her biological son and would share her inheritance in the future, she has no reason to be sad." Ivan said calmly. His insight was far superior to mine. Not only did he recognize at a glance that this woman was David's stepmother, but he also knew that this stepmother couldn't wait for David to die sooner.

"That's right. Let's look for something." Sophia said. David's room was very clean, with posters of celebrities on the walls. In the middle was a large computer, which seemed to have a very high configuration. It seemed that the place had been cleaned.

"Let's check the computer. Maybe we can find something." Sophia said. I nodded and rushed over to turn on the computer, but when the computer was turned on, it suddenly turned blue screen.

"Is this poisoned?" I said, looking at the computer. Faced with the blue screen, I was at a loss. I don't know how to repair computers.

"Don't worry. Leave everything to me." Ivan suddenly said, then sat on the chair and began to input various codes with both hands deftly. Since they were all English symbols, I had no idea.

"I didn't expect you to be able to kill viruses. That's amazing." I couldn't help but praise. Ivan is indeed a top student. Even he knows codes.

"Humph, it's an enhanced version of the worm virus. This kind of virus is very troublesome. It seems that someone specially set this up to prevent us from turning on this computer." Ivan sneered.

"Who is that person?" I muttered to myself, looking around the entire house. Then, under Sophia's puzzled gaze, I wandered around the room.

Bookshelves were everywhere, and many things were placed on the shelves. I took a look in the bookshelves. They were all just some books. But soon I found something abnormal.

"What are you looking for?" Sophia asked.

"David is a boy. As long as it's a boy, he has his own little secrets. Maybe there will be some discoveries." I turned to Sophia and said. Then I began to search carefully.

Soon I found a strange book. This book was not outstanding among these books. But because the books around were all tilted to the right, it indicated that this book must have been frequently pulled out.

This was an ancient history book, but it was just the cover. Inside was actually a diary.

"This is David's diary!" Sophia exclaimed in surprise. Even Ivan glanced at it, but he immediately turned back and continued to input codes.

"Well, this is indeed a diary." I nodded and then turned to the first page. This was a brand-new diary. The earliest date in the diary was at the beginning of high school.

It seemed that this diary was recorded when he started school. Of course, there weren't records every day.

September 1, 2014, sunn

"Today is the first day of school. I was assigned to Class 5 of Grade 1 in high school. As soon as I entered, I found that there were so many girls and many beauties. And the boys in the class were all ugly and short, except for that Ivan. Haha, my happy life is coming."

September 10, 2014, cloudy

"Today is Teacher's Day. As the monitor, I naturally took the responsibility without hesitation. I bought a big cake for the head teacher. The girls in the class all admired me. I have to say that I'm really happy. As an art class, there are really many beautiful girls in Class 5 of Grade 1. Are all the beauties in Class 5?"

Slowly flipping through David's diary, my face was filled with gloom. And Sophia's face was blushing red. Her eyes didn't even dare to look.

Because the later diaries became more and more explicit. I never thought that the seemingly decent David was actually a pervert behind the scenes. The later diaries were about his process of dating girls in that year. In just one year, he had actually dated more than fifty girls. And almost all of them had sex. There were girls from his own class and from other classes.

And he also liked to write the process in the diary. In the later plots, they were all about his having sex with girls. And the descriptions were extremely detailed. Even I was excited when reading it. And Sophia turned her head in disgust, unwilling to look anymore.

"Is this really a diary and not a pornographic novel?" I said strangely while looking at the diary. At the same time, I cursed in my heart. This bastard David actually harmed so many girls. He really deserved to die. Fortunately, he's dead. Otherwise, I would rather stab him seven or eight times. This is so enviable.

end, my expression changed greatly. The turning point was in October 2015. Now it's November, which means it was a month ago.

At this time, the diary became very strange.

October 1, 2015.

This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

"What should I do? What on earth should I do? It's coming for me. I have no way out. Who will save me?"

October 5, 2015.

"I'm doomed. It would have been better if I hadn't done that."

October 9, 2015.

"This is the only way. I have to do it. I have no other choice."

November 11, 2015.

"Can you understand... "

Looking at this last sentence, I felt a chill down my spine. I felt extremely frightened. Yes, the curse of the class didn't happen by chance. It was something that had been planned long ago.

Who exactly was the "it" in David's diary? Maybe it was "it" that pushed the entire class into the abyss of eternal damnation. And David was the first person killed by "it".

Looking at the last sentence of the diary, the last sentence was very puzzling. Can you understand? This wasn't a self-statement. It was more like a rhetorical question, and the person being asked was the one who opened the diary.

Maybe David had long realized that he was about to die. And left clues in the diary. The last sentence was more like asking me. But looking at this confusing diary, I still didn't quite understand.

I only knew that David should have been haunted by "it" and was forced to agree to the group voting. The culprit of everything should be "it"!

Just at this moment, Ivan suddenly said: "I've removed the virus. Now we can use the computer."

"Then log on to Twitter quickly," Sophia said hurriedly. My gaze also turned to Ivan. Ivan nimbly tapped the keyboard, and soon the computer returned to normal.

Then, amid our excitement, Ivan opened Twitter. David's account was on it, and there was also the password. It seemed that this personal computer saved David's account.

"Great, we finally found his account," Sophia shouted excitedly. Even I was full of surprise. As long as we found David's account, we could log in.

Ivan's expression was calm. He gently logged into Twitter. Soon, with a tremor, David's account was successfully logged in. Now we were all excited.

"Great, disband the group quickly." Sophia's body was trembling slightly with excitement. No wonder, the curse of death lingered in the class, making everyone tense. Now it was finally the end. Both of us were highly concentrated.

Ivan was still so calm, but fiddled with David's account and looked at his chat records.

"What are you doing? Disband the group quickly." Sophia said hurriedly.

"Wait a moment. There's a problem with David's chat records." Ivan said.

"What's the problem?" Sophia asked strangely.

Ivan didn't answer but opened the recent chat records. There was only one chat record, but this chat record completely stunned us. This chat record was exactly David's. And the person chatting with David. It was actually himself!

Yes. It seemed like he was schizophrenic, chatting with himself. The person chatting with him had the same avatar, the same account. Everything was exactly the same.

But unfortunately, the chat records had been deleted.

"How did he do it? How could he chat with himself on Twitter?" I said, somewhat amused and confused.

"It can be done. As long as you add your own Twitter." Ivan paused for a moment, then hurriedly typed a few words on this account: "Who are you?" Then he pressed the confirmation key.

After about a second, the information prompt tone of David's Twitter rang again. The short message was from "David" himself.

Ivan hurriedly opened this message, but when he saw the content above, his expression became a little strange.

"Who are you?"

It was the message that Ivan had just replied to that person. Now it was sent back to David's Twitter again. Looking at this scene, I murmured in fear: "This is really a ghost. How could he send messages to himself?"

"It's not strange. Forget it. Let's disband the group first." Ivan said. Then he opened the group interface and began to disband the group. But soon, he shook his head and said: "No, the group can't be disbanded. David's Twitter is bound to his mobile phone. To disband the group, a text message needs to be sent from the mobile phone."

"Then where would David's mobile phone be?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I'll go and ask." Sophia finished and walked out. After a while, she came back, shaking her head regretfully: "David's mobile phone has been lost. It's not at home either."

"If that's the case, it can't be disbanded." Ivan shook his head.

"Right, we can try another way. Kick all the people in the group out!" Sophia said, her eyes lighting up.

"We can give it a try," Ivan said, and then he began to use the authority of the group owner. One after another, he began to kick people. Soon, the entire class group became empty. Except for David himself, there was no group member left.

"It seems everything is over," Ivan said coldly. And Sophia and I were already excitedly hugging each other. At this time, both of us were crying with joy.

Yes, we finally got rid of the curse. Everything is over. A beautiful tomorrow is waving to us.