### Chapter 14: "Haunted School Horror" - The Date of My Death

**Comments:**

- Damn! My goddess almost didn't make it!

- Haha, Yang Linlin peed herself again. Last time, it was in a death factory when a ghost face suddenly appeared, right?

- No wonder he's the top guy. Zhao Yi's reaction was so quick. If it were me, I'd probably run without looking back. But he actually thought of saving someone!

- That flying knife was vicious! Just a bit off target. If it had been a little more to the side and hit Yang Linlin's forehead, Zhao Yi would have been punished!

- Hurting a teammate results in punishment, but Zhao Yi's rescue this time should boost his score significantly!

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While everyone was amazed by Zhao Yi's quick reaction, he made another jaw-dropping decision!

After helping Yang Linlin stop the bleeding, Zhao Yi decided to enter the teaching building once more!

"Are you crazy?"

"You're going back in?"

"What if it ambushes you? Wouldn't you be walking into a trap?"

Yang Linlin looked at Zhao Yi with a gaze that suggested he was an idiot, her tone anxious.

Zhao Yi glanced at the darkness inside the teaching building and replied with interest:

"No."

"The specters in this school don't move freely. They're bound by certain rules, just like us."

"Like the ghost chasing us is an invigilating teacher, so I bet it won't follow us out of the teaching building. Otherwise, it would break its own rules and face unimaginable punishment!"

Hearing this, Yang Linlin lowered her head, only now feeling a chill between her legs.

Damn, peed again!

So embarrassing!

Her face turned red, and she changed the subject through gritted teeth.

"Is there some important information in that building?"

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"Is it worth the risk?"

Zhao Yi replied:

"I need a roster. The one with the invigilating teacher is too dangerous, so we won't consider it for now. But generally, teachers don't keep just one roster, so there should be one or two backups in her office."

With that, he stood up to go inside, but Yang Linlin spoke up:

"Can you take me with you?"

Zhao Yi was surprised and turned to look at her.

"Are you sure?"

Yang Linlin took a deep breath.

"Yes."

"I won't be a burden. If we encounter danger, just run, don't worry about me."

"If we do nothing, even if we clear the dungeon, our score and points will be low."

"If I go with you, maybe I can help at some point?"

Zhao Yi raised an eyebrow.

"Alright."

The two entered the teaching building again. This time, with experience, they avoided the corridor with the restroom and went directly up the stairs on the other side to the fourth-floor teacher's office.

"By the way, Zhao Yi... why did you go to the third floor to check our classroom earlier?"

"To verify a suspicion of mine."

"What suspicion?"

"The shadows in the classroom... are the students who died during the day."

Zhao Yi stood on the fourth floor and found their homeroom teacher's office. The sticker at the door had simple information about the internal teachers, with photos.

The old man with a cleaver in his head was among them.

But in the photo, the old man looked kind.

Carefully, he pushed the door open.

There were no shadows inside, it was safe.

The two tiptoed in and carefully locked the door.

While searching for the roster, Zhao Yi explained.

"During the day, there were eight classes on the first floor, with a total of 472 seats and 121 students, scattered randomly. I memorized their positions and general postures."

"And just now, in the first-floor classroom, the shadows were sitting in the exact empty seats from the day!"

"If this happened in one class, it might be a coincidence, but if all eight classes are like this... I think it's enough to establish a rule."

"But I'm still not confident... I'm always very cautious, so I went to the third floor, where I saw the chubby kid in front of my seat—he was killed by the invigilating teacher during the day, and sure enough, a shadow appeared in his seat."

"So, now we can draw a basic conclusion—the shadows are the students who were killed during the day."

Zhao Yi calmly explained his theory, leaving Yang Linlin stunned!

"You just said... you memorized all 472 seats and 121 students' positions in the eight classrooms on the first floor?"

"Yes."

"But... but you just glanced at it?!"

Zhao Yi looked up, puzzled:

"Isn't that enough?"

Yang Linlin was speechless.

At this moment, she no longer doubted Zhao Yi's intelligence but started doubting her own...

Why is there such a big gap between people?

She began to question life.

"But what use is this knowledge?"

Zhao Yi continued to explain:

"It's very useful."

"Based on this rule, we can make a hypothesis about the rules—during the day, people are 'alive,' and at night, the shadows are 'dead.' The living and the dead cannot sit in the same seat, or it will be considered a 'rule violation' and result in execution."

Yang Linlin felt her brain couldn't keep up.

"Haven't those shadows already died once?"

"Can they die again?"

Zhao Yi found a roster and a letter in the cabinet.

He tossed the letter aside and opened the roster, which not only had the names of everyone in the class but also marked their assigned seats.

Zhao Yi recalled the calendar under the alarm clock from the day and quickly cross-referenced it with the roster.

September 14th.

"Look."

Zhao Yi pointed to the seat in front of his name.

There was no name there.

This meant that seat shouldn't be occupied.

But the chubby kid sat in front of Zhao Yi, and in fact... he realized he was in the wrong seat, but he didn't know which one was correct!

So, he was scared!

He knew sitting in the wrong seat meant death!

After realizing their lives were tied to their seat positions, Yang Linlin suddenly got excited!

"Then we can just take this roster, and for the next few days, we'll know where we're supposed to sit?"

"We'll clear the dungeon!"

Zhao Yi calmly said:

"No, it's not that easy."

He flipped through the roster, turning six pages past the 14th.

They had to survive in the school for seven days, so theoretically, if the daytime was continuous, they should leave the dungeon on September 20th.

But the roster in Zhao Yi's hand only went up to the 19th.

After that, it was all blank.

"Huh—why is there no seating arrangement after the 19th?"

Yang Linlin tilted her head, filled with confusion.

Zhao Yi's eyes were deep, and his words sent chills down Yang Linlin's spine!

"Because on the 20th, all of us... will die!"