A boy stayed at school. He had the same nightmare every day, and then 16 woke up at four o'clock. When he woke up, he was covered in cold sweat, but he didn't remember what dream he had, only that it was horrible. Later, he couldn't bear it, so he told his bunk buddies and psychological teacher about it. He died the next morning, 16 at four o'clock, still in a cold sweat.
After a while, everyone thought it was over, and as a result, his buddy in the lower bunk began to have nightmares. He woke up the next morning in a cold sweat and didn't remember what he dreamed, but the difference was that he woke up at 4 o'clock 17. Then he also talked to the psychological teacher about it. The teacher advised him that he was worried about the death of his buddy, so he didn't have to worry. As a result, he died at 4 o'clock the next morning 17, and he was in a cold sweat.
Two students died in succession, and the psychology teacher was a little scared. He was afraid that he would have nightmares, but fate didn't give him up. The teacher also began to have nightmares, and then 18 woke up at four o'clock. The teacher was afraid of his death, so he wrote this in his blog and decided to stay up late. But when he stayed up until 4 o'clock 17, he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he found it was already 6 o'clock. So he found a way to crack it, that is, give it to others before the third day, so that he would not die.
Are you clear?