The words had been carved into the desktop with the tip of a pen, every stroke driven with all the writer's strength. You could tell the person had been in an state of extreme anguish and despair.
The writing was concentrated in the center of the wooden desk. To get a better look,
"The eyes on the bathroom stall partition came alive! I saw them — the eyeballs were moving!"
"I don't know why I'm having these hallucinations, but ever since that day, I've felt like a pair of eyes is watching me."
"It could be hiding anywhere — inside a drawer, in a cabinet, beside the bed, behind the pillow."
"I don't even have the courage to put my hand inside a drawer anymore. I'm afraid it's hiding in my schoolbag."
"I'm terrified of being alone. I can never bring myself to enter enclosed spaces. I fear the dark — the moment the lights go off, I wake up from nightmares. I'm really about to lose my mind. I feel like those eyes are right beside me."
"What should I do? Somewhere I can't see, a single eyeball is staring at me."
"It must be hiding somewhere. That eyeball looks so familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it before."
"I told my parents and my homeroom teacher about this. They said it was just stress from studying — that I was having hallucinations."
"It must be hallucinations, right? Otherwise, why would I feel that my homeroom teacher's eyeballs look so much like the one watching me?"
"My parents asked the teacher to look after me. They meant well, but the moment I get close to the teacher I respect most, I want to gouge out his eyes."
"Am I going crazy? I can't bring myself to tell more people about this. I'm so scared — scared of those eyes, and scared that the people around me will find out something's wrong with me."
"I've been pretending to be my old self, but those eyes seem to appear more and more often. I don't know who to talk to anymore."
"I feel like I'm about to break. Whenever I see needles and thread or fruit knives, terrible thoughts surface in my mind. One moment I can still keep calm, and the next I'm crying for no reason. I can't control myself. Everything about me has been seen by those eyes."
"I can't go on like this. I've had enough. Let me find release here."
"I hope the legend about this classroom is real. I'm willing to sacrifice everything I have, if only those eyes can be destroyed."
After reading everything, Chen Ge didn't rush to leave. Instead, he used his phone to record the writing on the desk during his livestream, preserving it as evidence.
The words on the desk had most likely been carved by the girl
The eyeballs in the bathroom had left her with deep psychological trauma, and on top of everything Fan Yu's father had done afterward, the child had ended up in the final classroom.
After paying some kind of price, she had ultimately caused Fan Yu's father to disappear — which counted as successfully dealing with those eyes.
What caught Chen Ge's attention was that the final classroom had played a crucial role. In other words, the true killer behind Fan Yu Yu's father's death might well have been the filthy thing inside that last classroom.
"Three notes in different handwriting, someone who doesn't exist on campus, the ability to kill — if the thing in the classroom really is the killer, then they should satisfy all three conditions at the same time." Chen Ge glanced around, feeling somewhat uneasy. He remembered the group photo that Fan Yu's aunt had shown him. There might be more than just one or two ghosts in this classroom — possibly an entire class of people trapped inside.
Chen Ge turned to look at the other desks and noticed that every single one seemed to have something written on it.
"Every desktop is covered in carved writing, but the handwriting is all different." When Chen Ge raised his flashlight to go over for a closer look, he accidentally bumped the desk he'd just been examining. The pen on the desk rolled to the side and fell to the floor.