The police also continued to interview people one by one, and we all sat in the classroom. We were summoned by the police one after another and then returned one after another. We felt like condemned prisoners awaiting death. Every minute and second was unbearable.

Soon it was my turn. In an empty office, two policemen were sitting at the desk. A thin policeman was smoking, while the other obese policeman asked me, "Let's cut to the chase. How was your relationship with Isabella?"

"Nothing special, just ordinary classmates," I said cautiously.

"Has the deceased shown any unusual behavior recently? Like arguments, enmity, or emotional distress?" the policeman asked.

"I don't know about those. I'm not familiar with Isabella." I shook my head. Isabella was the most popular girl in our class, and I was from a completely different world. We never talked to each other.

"So recently, have you heard of her wanting to commit suicide?"

"No."

"What do you think is suspicious about her suicide?"

"Nothing."

The obese policeman asked me several questions consecutively, and I answered truthfully.

"Has anything strange happened in your class recently?" the obese policeman suddenly asked. I glanced at the thin policeman who had quickly finished one cigarette and was now smoking the second one. Then I hurriedly replied, "Nothing strange has happened."

"Oh, I see. You can go out now," the obese policeman said disappointedly. I nodded and walked out of the office. As soon as I closed the door of the office, my cold sweat immediately broke out.

Returning to the classroom, it was deathly silent, with every student silent and fearful. The cries of female students could be heard occasionally.

"Everyone, please be quiet," Sophia walked up to the podium.

"We can now confirm that our entire class has been cursed," Sophia said, spreading her hands. Then her beautiful eyes looked at us: "So we must unite and find a solution, or the next person to die might be any one of us."

"Why are you saying so much useless stuff? Just tell us the solution," James said arrogantly from the audience.

"Actually, I don't have a very good solution. I can only think of one," Sophia said helplessly: "That is, to leave the group."

As soon as she said that, the students around her suddenly brightened. Yes, the curse started because of the voting in the group. If they left the group, maybe everything would end.

But Sophia's next sentence dispelled everyone's idea of leaving the group.

"Of course, no one knows what will happen after leaving the group, and I dare not try it. Is there any classmate willing to give it a try?" Sophia looked around, and every student's face changed slightly, but none of them spoke.

Who knows what will happen after leaving the group? What if they die? No one would be foolish enough to do that. Isabella's body was still downstairs, and no one wanted to be the next one.

When James heard those words, his face changed slightly. He suddenly realized something, got up from his seat, and walked towards the back of the classroom. In every class, the seats at the back are undoubtedly for those struggling students. I was one of them.

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Watching James walking towards the back, I knew what he was going to do and quickly lowered my head. Fortunately, James didn't pay attention to me and walked towards a thin classmate.

This person was Adam, who was the most bullied in the class. He was physically weak, ugly, and his father had died, while his mother was a migrant worker. From freshman to sophomore year, he had been bullied a lot.

Indeed, James came to Adam's side and said something to him. Accompanied by Adam's shaking head, James flew into a rage and slapped Adam hard in the face.

"Damn, what's the big deal about leaving the group?"

"No, I can't." Adam held his phone close to his chest and spoke weakly.

"Hey, you dare to resist me. I see you're looking for death." James sneered and gave Adam a few more slaps. With the sound of slaps, Adam's face immediately swelled up, but he still lowered his head silently, hugging his phone tightly.

James gave Adam a few more kicks, kicking him into a corner. Then he returned to his seat with a gloomy face.

Sophia frowned at James but didn't say anything. After all, she couldn't control James. She continued, "Besides this method, I can't think of any other way for the moment. We can only continue voting. What do you think we should choose?"

"What else is there to think about? Of course, we should choose Abigail. Should we choose Bertha and let her commit suicide?" Derek said immediately. His words immediately brightened the eyes of the people around him.

Indeed, choosing Abigail out of the two options was the least stressful. Choosing Bertha would be equivalent to letting her commit suicide in front of us.

"Yes, we can only choose Abigail," the boy next to him said.

Abigail hesitated when she heard that, "But I can't dance."

"Then you're making me die," Bertha stood up angrily. She was a tomboy in the class and often hung out with boys. She also knew many hooligans outside, so she was also a bully among the girls.

"That's not it, I just..." Abigail said timidly.

"You still dare to argue? I see you deserve a beating." Bertha was about to rush over and slap Abigail, but she was stopped by the girls around her.

"If there's no other way, I think we have to do this," Sophia said helplessly. In fact, she didn't want to choose Abigail, but the other option was too cruel. She didn't have the courage to speak up.

"What are you all waiting for? Hurry up and vote. Do you all want me to die?" Bertha shouted. She was popular in the class and got along well with many boys. So the students around her hesitated and nodded, taking out their phones to start voting.

With the group voting starting, Abigail ultimately won. There were a total of 5 people in the class so far. Abigail received 34 votes, except for some who didn't bring their phones, everyone else voted.

The group voting originally had a deadline of four hours, but after 34 votes were cast, the voting ended immediately. This surprised the students around.

"Why did this voting end so early? It's only been a few minutes."

"Yes, it's only been a few minutes. The last voting lasted four hours."

"I know what happened." I suddenly stood up and said, and the students around me turned to look at me one by one. Sophia on the podium directly asked, "Frank, do you know what happened?"

"Since the votes have already reached half of the total, everyone think about it, we have 54 people in our class. Excluding the dead David and Isabella, we still have 5 people left. Now, Abigail has already received 34 votes. That means there are still 18 votes left. Even if all of those votes went to Bertha, it wouldn't change the final outcome. Abigail will still win with a score of 34 to 18. In other words, the remaining votes have lost their significance. The voting is naturally over."

"If you put it that way, it's not wrong. After all, the votes have already reached half." Sophia shook her head and looked towards Abigail. "Abigail, you know what to do now, right?"

Abigail nodded and shakily stood up from her seat. The deaths of David and Isabella had already proven the ironclad rule that if one didn't follow the voting option, they would die. In order to survive, she had no choice but to do so. She slowly walked up to the podium and began to dance. Her dance was stiff, looking like a skeleton moving around, but no one could laugh. Everyone's faces were strangely distorted. This time it was Abigail's turn, and next time it might be theirs. Everyone had a chance to be voted on. The fear of death hung over everyone's faces.

After finishing her dance, Abigail returned to her seat feeling relieved. Sophia stepped up to the podium with a gloomy expression and said, "We can't just sit here and wait for our fate. Relying solely on the police is useless. We have to investigate ourselves. I've decided, every three people in the class will form an investigation team to find out what's really happening in this school. We will continue to hold the voting as usual every day until we find the murderer."

"Alright, let's do it."

"Yes, we have no other choice."

"Then let's form the investigation teams. Each team should have three people."

"Let's do it."