I have a ghost diary

“I was going to call the police, but your dad said it wasn’t necessary, and to wait another half hour. He also said that a child this age would be fine.”

"Anyway, come back after you finish breakfast. Next time, even if your phone is out of battery, you should at least let me know if you borrow someone else's phone, understand?"

The voice coming from the phone was that of an ordinary middle-aged woman, her tone warm, which made Chu Jiang, who had narrowly escaped death, feel an urge to cry.

"Okay, I'm going to karaoke with my classmates later, so I might be back a little late. Anyway, don't worry."

Seeing Chu Jiang start making phone calls, the others immediately came to their senses and began contacting their families.

Chu Jiang, after hanging up the phone, narrowed his eyes slightly. Sure enough, it was just as he had guessed.

Logically speaking, with such a major incident at the school, it's impossible that the students' parents are still unaware of it.

However, according to Chu Jiang's conversation with his mother, the family had no idea that something had happened at the school. Clearly, someone was suppressing the rapid spread of the news.

The reason for doing this is simple: to prevent public panic.

Moreover, this is probably not the first time such a paranormal event has occurred, otherwise the higher-ups wouldn't be so adept at it and would have already established a complete emergency response mechanism.

"That's more like it," Chu Jiang thought to himself. He really didn't believe that they were the first people in the world to encounter a ghost story.

Actually, this is a blessing in disguise, as it at least proves that humans should have some resistance to ghosts and monsters, rather than resorting to one-sided slaughter.

While I was pondering, two figures slowly walked towards me from the direction of the school gate.

PS: The first dungeon is finished, now I'll say a few words.

In the setting of this book, most ghosts actually follow certain patterns or mechanisms.

However, many things cannot be shown in the first instance because the protagonist is an ordinary high school student and it is impossible for him to learn many things on his own.

In short, this is a stepping stone, a stepping stone for the protagonist to officially enter the supernatural world. If you're interested, you can continue reading...

Chapter Seventeen: The Fifth Survivor

The two men were a scruffy, bearded middle-aged man and a young man in a suit.

Holding flashlights, they remained vigilant even after getting close enough to see the four survivors from Chujiang.

Seeing that the newcomers were not the police officers they had imagined, Chen Jie and his group cautiously hid behind Chu Jiang.

The middle-aged man looked the group over and over before giving them a warm smile. “You’ve all had a hard time. I know you’re all very scared right now. But we need to get out of here first. We can talk about it when we get to a safe place.”

"Who are you?" Chu Jiang asked first.

"You can think of us as police officers, handling special cases." The man said, flashing his badge briefly before putting it away.

"Are you the only survivors left?" the man asked again.

Chu Jiang nodded.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, a faint laugh came from the darkness deep inside the school, mixed with voices, which immediately put everyone on edge.

Could it be that the ghost hasn't left yet?

Hehe, haha~

"Dead, dead, all dead..."

This sounds like the ramblings of a madman or a mentally ill person.

But as Chu Jiang and the others listened, their eyes widened involuntarily, and Chen Jie even said, "Yes, it sounds like Zhang Haoran's voice."

"No way? He's still alive?" Liu Mingming had just finished speaking when he realized that his words were a bit ominous, as if he were hoping for someone's death, so he obediently shut his mouth.

Gao Yifei, however, was somewhat worried. "Could it be a trap?"

Otherwise, why couldn't they hear the sound at first, and only heard it when the rescuers arrived?

As everyone hesitated and pondered, the voice grew closer and closer, as if the speaker was wandering aimlessly in the vast, empty campus.

Therefore, it's normal that Chu Jiang and the others didn't hear it at first; it's very likely that Zhang Haoran was still on the other side of the campus at that time.

Next, the sound didn't approach; instead, it went further and further away, disappearing into who-knows-where.

Seeing this, the older man glanced at his companion, and the young man understood, quickly leaving alone.

A short while later, the young man forcibly dragged Zhang Haoran over here.

At this moment, Zhang Haoran seemed to have truly gone mad.

His clean face was splattered with blood, his left lens was shattered and only the frame remained, and his white school uniform was stained with blood, making him look like a vengeful ghost in red from a ghost story.

Blood dripped from his body. Zhang Haoran's expression was numb, his eyes lifeless, only his lips twitched from time to time, forcing an ugly smile. The knife in his hand was nowhere to be found.

He kept muttering to himself, "Dead, all dead..."

Seeing this scene, the survivors were all heartbroken, and they could roughly guess what had happened.

Previously, both Teacher Yu and the vice class monitor must have asked Zhang Haoran to lead everyone to escape from the school.

But one by one, the people around him died tragically, and the vice class monitor and Teacher Yu died one after another.

In the end, of the nearly thirty people around Zhang Haoran, not a single one survived; he was the only one left alive. Few people could bear such suffering.

As for how Zhang Haoran survived and how he wasn't taken away by the Slender Man, that's a mystery to everyone. All they know is that he must have some secret.

"How was it?" the uncle asked.

"He's an ordinary person, with no supernatural powers, and there are no signs of being possessed or corrupted by ghosts," the young man replied earnestly.

"Moreover, judging from his appearance, he must have suffered a severe mental shock in a short period of time, which has temporarily caused him to fall into a state of mental instability."

After the young man finished speaking, the older man also cautiously stepped forward and examined Zhang Haoran's body. The conclusions they reached were exactly the same.

"Forget it, let's get out of here first." The middle-aged man felt very unsafe staying in this place.

And so, the group of five students left the school, led by two mysterious figures.

As Chu Jiang left the school, he was surprised to find that neither the school gate nor the wall was intact. They had been neatly cut in half, with the side closer to the school disappearing.

That said, at least several thousand people died in one school, and the entire school disappeared. Can such a huge incident really be suppressed?

Of course, no matter what, this is not something Chu Jiang should be worried about.

Next, apart from Gao Yifei, who was seriously injured and was taken to the hospital by a special person, everyone else needs to go to the police station to make a statement.

Zhang Haoran was originally going to be taken to the hospital, but before he got into the car, Chu Jiang asked to say a few words to him first.

The police officer in charge of the scene glanced at the man, who nodded.

So, under everyone's gaze, Chu Jiang walked up to Zhang Haoran, who was muttering to himself and whose eyes were unfocused.

As mentioned earlier, Chu Jiang and Zhang Haoran have a pretty good relationship.

Chu Jiang didn't go to rescue Zhang Haoran before, not because he didn't want to, but because he was truly powerless to do so. It was already difficult enough to protect Chen Jie and the others.

Therefore, Chu Jiang was still happy that Zhang Haoran survived.

However, this guy is in a terrible state right now. If he can't get out of today's nightmare as soon as possible, he may suffer from mental instability for the rest of his life.

Standing in front of Zhang Haoran, Chu Jiang didn't speak first, because he knew that the guy opposite him had a secret. Perhaps he was just trying to cover up his secret by pretending to be mentally unstable.

Just like Chu Jiang didn't want anyone to know the secrets of his right hand and his diary.

However, after observing for a while, Chu Jiang could tell that Zhang Haoran was really in trouble.

After all, they had known each other for several years, so they could still tell some things from each other's actions. At this moment, Zhang Haoran was trembling all over, and he was standing right in front of him, but Zhang Haoran was completely ignoring him.

As he watched, Chu Jiang suddenly reached out and pressed down on his shoulders.

"Wake up! It's me, Chu Jiang."

Zhang Haoran looked blank and didn't react.

So Chu Jiang called the other classmates over, "Look, there's Chen Jie and Liu Mingming too."

“Including Gao Yifei, who was just sent away, none of the four of us died. Class 2 of the third year of high school did not die.”

Zhang Haoran remained motionless like a puppet until Chu Jiang shook him several times and repeated the motions several times before his eyes regained a little focus.

Zhang Haoran glanced at Chu Jiang with a slightly blank look, then at the others, and laughed again, a very ugly laugh. "Dead, all dead, it's meaningless, you'll all die too."

"Don't worry, I'll be there to join you soon."

"They're torturing me, deliberately sparing my life so I can witness your deaths. I won't let them succeed; I'm going to die now..."

Chapter Eighteen Transcript

"Slap!" Without warning, Chu Jiang slapped Zhang Haoran across the face, drawing blood from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, Chu Jiang grabbed Zhang Haoran's collar tightly and roared angrily, "Wake up!"

The burning pain on his face brought Zhang Haoran's eyes back to focus a little. He looked at Chu Jiang with a slightly incredulous expression.

"Why are you hitting me? Is it because I failed to save you? I didn't want to either!" Zhang Haoran shouted back.

He grabbed Chu Jiang's clothes, "They all say there are ghosts, but I can't see a single one!"

"I could only helplessly hold the knife and watch my classmates and teachers die one by one in front of me. They died, all of them died so tragically..." As he spoke, Zhang Haoran burst into tears, just like a pitiful and helpless child.

Seeing the boy clutching his clothes and kneeling helplessly on the ground, Chu Jiang helped him up and sat down with him on the main road.

Chu Jiang said softly, "I know that the teacher asked you and me to lead everyone to escape alive. You also wanted to save others, but you couldn't."

"This isn't your fault. Look, I'm useless too. So many classmates followed me, but apart from these few around me, I couldn't save a single one. Even Li Yan is dead..."

It seemed that only then did Zhang Haoran notice that Li Yan was not there. He murmured, "Li Yan, Li Yan... he's dead too."

Chu Jiang, Li Yan, and Zhang Haoran have a very good relationship; in fact, Li Yan was Zhang Haoran's junior high school classmate.

Seeing that Zhang Haoran's condition had improved, Chu Jiang patted him on the back and said, "Don't die. I don't have many friends left, and I don't have many classmates left in Class 2 of Senior Three either. If one dies, one less will be lost."

"And don't you want to find out the truth behind this ghost story? Don't you want to avenge your classmates?"

Chu Jiang's last few words ignited Zhang Haoran's fury. "Revenge! I want revenge! Those people are torturing me. I don't know who they are, but they deliberately spared me and only targeted those around me. I won't let them get away with this!!"

“Yes, that’s it.” Chu Jiang patted his shoulder again and gestured for the officers to come over.

"You still have injuries, you should go to the hospital for treatment."