Urban Ghost Catcher

Chapter 4 Rebirth Day

A week later, at No. 6 Middle School in City A: 'Hey, look, is that guy from our school? Why does he have a piece of cloth over his eyes?He is wearing our school uniform, so he must be from our school. He's also holding a white stick, so he must be blind.Strange, why haven't I seen him before? "He must be a new student in the new class 10." "Don't tell me, the black cloth around his eyes makes him look quite handsome." "But how can a blind person attend classes? Our school doesn't seem to have any special classes for blind people, does it?" "I don't know." "..."

As expected, Seven Nights attracted a lot of attention as soon as he walked through the school gates. But Seven Nights had experienced this kind of scene many times before, and he walked along the school's Maple Leaf Avenue towards the classroom building as if he were alone. To be honest, Seven Nights was prepared for these stingers before he came. After all, as in many brainless novels, a few stupid so-called 'school bullies' would definitely jump out and taunt him, setting the stage for future embarrassment... However, those troublemakers didn't show up, and instead a number of students came up to him and asked if he needed any help. This made Seven Nights feel a little lost for some reason.

This is understandable. These are modern students who have all had nine years of compulsory education. How could there be so many reckless troublemakers? Besides, even if these cliques did exist, the emphasis these days is on 'brotherhood', and it's fine to help out your mates and vent your anger, but if you really go out and bully a disabled person, the next day you'll be spat on and completely discredited. Seven Nights walked up the stairs and soon found his classroom, Year 11 (2). He had already spent a year of high school at the special school, and now that he had transferred, he was considered a transfer student.

Judging by most film and television dramas and novels, transfer students are generally synonymous with being left out, isolated and unhappy. After all, by the time they reach Year 10, various small groups have already formed and it is difficult to really integrate into the class without taking the initiative. Seven Nights knew very well that he was not the kind of person to take the initiative. Even if he had got on with them since Year 10, with his aloof temperament he would probably still be on his own. But there's nothing wrong with being alone. At least Seven Nights himself enjoys the feeling. Nobody bothers him, he can concentrate on his studies and cultivate his character...

If he really tried to get along with others, he wouldn't be able to. Standing at the door of the classroom, Seven Nights took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and stepped inside. The moment Seven Nights entered the classroom, the original loud voices suddenly stopped and the air suddenly became quiet...

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Just as Seven Nights was about to say something, the class suddenly exploded!

You must be Seven Nights, right? Your seat is over there. Seven Nights, can't you see? I'll take you there. 'Classmate, please walk slowly, there are a lot of things in the corridor...' Hey, you, put your bag away quickly!

Before Seven Nights could react, several classmates had already stepped forward and carefully guided him to his seat. One big boy even took Seven Nights' satchel and carried it on his shoulders.

Surrounded by so many people, Seven Nights arrived 'safely' at his seat. Seven Nights: ...? This is not quite what the script says. "Classmate Seven Nights, I'm Jiang Qian, the monitor of this class. If you need anything, just let me know," a girl with a ponytail said, patting her chest.

My name is Li Yifei. If you want to go to dinner, just call my name and I'll take you there,' the man who helped him carry his bag said with a smile.

'And I'm Wang Shao...' "..." Many people surrounded him, greeting him enthusiastically.

For a moment, Seven Nights was a little dazed. To be honest, this was completely different from what he had imagined.

'You know me? Seven Nights' expression was a bit strange. The class teacher told us about you,' class president Jiang Qian replied, 'but what impressed us the most was your aunt. That day, she stood right here with a basket of eggs, gave them to us one by one, and asked us to take care of you...' A bolt of thunder seemed to strike Seven Nights' mind and he froze.

He couldn't hear what the other students said next and just stared at the classroom, unable to get rid of the image of the middle-aged woman with a stooped back, carrying a basket of freshly boiled eggs, pleading with the students. Fellow students, please help, my nephew has poor eyesight and a cold disposition. Please take care of him...' 'Little girl, you're really pretty, and my nephew is also very handsome, you'll like him...'

Seven Nights is a cold person on the outside, but he's warm on the inside. Once you get to know him, you'll get along very well...' At some unknown time, the black ribbon became slightly damp.

Auntie...' he murmured. Just as everyone was chatting, a teacher came in with her books, saw Seven Nights sitting in the front row and came over to offer her condolences, then gave a brief introduction before starting the lesson. Everyone turn to page 91. Today we will be discussing the history and plight of modern Daxia...'

It seemed that because there was an extra Seven Nights, the teacher today skipped the process of skimming through the textbook and went straight to explaining the content. One hundred years ago, there were more than 200 countries on Earth, spread over seven continents and four oceans. Even in those days, when technology was less developed, we were able to travel by ship to different countries and experience the clash of cultures...'.

But on the 9th of March, a mysterious fog suddenly appeared out of nowhere in Antarctica and then spread at an alarming rate, covering almost 98% of the Earth's surface in just 24 hours. The man-made skyscrapers, the ancient rainforests, the bottomless oceans... everything was covered in fog, and countless countries were lost in the fog, never to be heard from again.

However, this incredible mist stopped just before it reached the land of Daxia... No one knows why, but it just stopped. Over the past century, countless theories and speculations have been put forward. Some say that this mist is actually a creature that, after devouring 98% of the Earth, just had enough and stopped near Daxia; some say that it is the special magnetic field in Daxia's location that has prevented the mist from spreading; others say that it is the accumulated power of Daxia over the past 5,000 years that is now protecting this land...'

The composition of this fog is completely beyond human understanding. No matter if it is light, sound, radio waves or other detection methods, they cannot penetrate this mist. No one knows if those other lands that were engulfed a century ago still exist behind this mist...' 'According to expert speculation, the probability of their survival in the mist is extremely low, because this mist is fatal whether inhaled into the lungs or in contact with the surface of the skin!

Over the past hundred years, our country has sent countless fully equipped exploration teams into the fog, but none have returned. "Fifty years ago, our country successfully launched its first satellite. Judging by the images sent back from space, the entire Earth has turned grey, leaving only Daxia as a pure land. "Daxia is now like an island on this planet, and we... are perhaps the last survivors on this planet." "That is why the day the mist appears, which is the 9th of March every year, is called 'Survival Day'.