Chapter 338: Volume 1 Chapter 338 Strange and Vast (8)

The boy she was holding patted her back reassuringly and said in a low voice, "They've all disappeared."

Jiang Zhi cried for a long time; the more frightened she was, the more violently her tears fell, completely soaking his collar.

She felt a little embarrassed, emerged from his embrace, straightened her body, the frames of her glasses slid down to the tip of her nose, those beautiful eyes still stained with tears, her cheeks flushed, she looked pitiful and embarrassed as she said:

"Yes, sorry, Wen Chijin."

Wen Chijin stared at her and asked, "Why did you go to the rooftop?"

Jiang Zhi had not yet recovered from her crying, blinked her wet eyes, and said, "I haven't gone to the rooftop yet; I wanted to have a look, but I didn't expect it to be completely sealed off—it's pitch dark."

She felt wronged: "Not a single bit of light."

Wen Chijin's gaze passed over her and fell onto the dimly lit stairwell.

The darkness surged like waves, constantly churning, as if trying to tear open the bonds that restrained it; countless hands reached forward, breeding thick malice and greed.

He glanced at it lightly, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly: "It's fine."

Meeting his gaze looking backward, Jiang Zhi turned her head to see behind, but the boy stopped her.

"Go back, and don't go to the rooftop again."

Jiang Zhi adjusted her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose, still feeling uneasy, and asked, "Wen Chijin, do you know what happened up there? When I went up, I felt someone grab my leg—it scared me to death."

Wen Chijin paused for a few seconds after hearing her, then leaned in toward her; his pitch-black pupils were unfathomably deep, like an endless abyss devoid of any emotion.

A beautiful face was inches away, the corners of his eyes slightly raised; beneath his pallid white skin lay the illusion of a demon's skeleton.

Dangerous yet alluring.

"Teacher, don't you know the saying curiosity killed the cat?"

Jiang Zhi had never seen this side of him before.

But it vanished in an instant, everything seeming like her hallucination.

She didn't know where she found the courage, meeting his dark gaze, somewhat nervous yet curious: "Can you, could you tell me?"

Time ticked by second by second.

Just as Jiang Zhi thought he wouldn't answer her, the black-haired boy suddenly asked, "Why did you come to this school?"

Jiang Zhi didn't understand the meaning of his question, thought for a moment, and said, "Probably because I'm short on money."

Her identity inexplicably became Teacher A; she couldn't very well not come, could she?

Wen Chijin laughed, his voice unlike the fierce and sinister laughter of the red-haired Cheng Xiao; it was gentle and pleasing like night, like a faint breeze brushing past her ear.

Compared to him as a whole, it was worlds apart.

After laughing a while, he stopped, then Wen Chijin stepped closer step by step until he had her backed against the wall with no retreat.

The boy's school uniform had very long sleeves covering his fingers; both hands were inserted into the pockets of his uniform jacket, his gloomy brows and eyes following a few strands of black hair, his sickly pale face slightly lifted, revealing a thin jaw.

"Are you teachers here to investigate this school?"

His words were astonishing; his gaze fixed on her seemed able to see into people's hearts.

Compared to other teachers, the woman's behavior and demeanor were strange; although the rooftop was a forbidden area for teachers, she went there out of curiosity.

And as the homeroom teacher of Class (4), which had the highest death rate, she actually agreed to become the class advisor.

It was clear she was very afraid of death.

Yet paradoxically, she also didn't care about her life.

Jiang Zhi froze for a moment, still trying to defend herself, and said firmly, "I'm not! I didn't!"

Wen Chijin gave a low hum, lowered his head, and turned to leave.

Jiang Zhi called out to him, hesitating, and said, "If I tell you why I came here, can you tell me what happened at this school?"

Wen Chijin instead asked, "What do you want to know?"

Jiang Zhi gripped the flashlight, her fingertip sliding along its stripes, and said slowly, "I want to know why the rooftop caught fire."

Wen Chijin leaned against the wall, his right leg slightly bent, his hanging black hair completely covering his eyes.

"Fine, but I have a request."

Jiang Zhi panicked: "What request?"

Wen Chijin shrugged: "It's simple."

He raised his brow, his captivating narrow eyes fixed unblinkingly on her: "After the monthly exam ends tomorrow, you lead the security guard at the school gate inside."

Jiang Zhi immediately recalled the first time she came to the school; the gatekeeper uncle's disfigured face looked as if it had been burned by fire.

She asked, "Lead him to where?"

Wen Chijin kicked the wall behind him with his heel: "The classroom, then."

Jiang Zhi agreed without hesitation.

Wen Chijin smiled: "At that time I'll tell you everything you want to know."

Jiang Zhi glanced at the smile on his face, feeling uneasy in her heart, and nodded dumbly: "Okay... okay."

Wen Chijin lifted his foot and left.

The expression in Jiang Zhi's eyes faded, and she gazed solemnly at the stairwell corner.

"I almost believed it."

【What did I believe?】

"Nothing."

【.】 People who only say half of what they say are what the hell!

Having left the rooftop, Jiang Zhi returned to the office.

While waiting for evening self-study, Jiang Zhi noticed the teachers' gazes toward her becoming more fervent.

This school likely also imposes restrictions on them; otherwise they would surely have pounced on her right then, devouring her bite by bite until not even a bone remained.

Too brutal.

Jiang Zhi pretended not to see, and read attentively.

Although the school is simple and old, there is a storage room next to the office filled with books, all kinds of books, she picked a few to read.

When it was time for dinner, a lame middle-aged man pulled a cart of boxed meals to the front of the office.

Jiang Zhi got one, just about to eat, when she discovered that the group of teachers in the office weren't eating anything tonight, staring intently at her figure.

She couldn't help lifting her arm to sniff, wondering if she now especially resembled a moving feast.

【You still have time to joke.】

After finishing her meal, Jiang Zhi only responded after eating and drinking her fill: "Isn't there still time? It's useless to rush now."

【...】 The Comic System has never seen such a bold host.

Clearly, when facing the key figure in the comic, the fear shown was so genuine.

"Report!"

A voice came from the doorway.

Jiang Zhi thought it was Wen Chijin, but upon seeing the person clearly she realized it was the class monitor Yu Shian.

He held a thick workbook, walked to her desk, without ceremony pulled over a chair and sat down, pointing at a problem and asking her: "Teacher, I can't do this problem."

Seeing this, Jiang Zhi didn't rush, but asked: "Have you eaten?"

Yu Shian pushed up his glasses, with a stiff demeanor, looking not like an eighteen-year-old senior high student, but like an archaeology professor; in ancient times he would also be a scholar taking the imperial examinations.

"Already eaten."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zhi heard a gurgling sound coming from his stomach.

She couldn't help teasing: "I seem to hear an owl calling."

Yu Shian: "……"

He lifted his eyes, expressionless, his amber pupils flashing a hint of killing intent.

This inevitably reminded Jiang Zhi of an emoticon.

#Kill you within three days! #