During the final exams, while proctoring, I suddenly went blind. I was rushed to the hospital, but doctors couldn't find any cause. Losing my sight cost me my teaching job, forcing me to learn blind massage. Until one day, a conversation between two clients pierced my ears— "That female teacher went blind at just the right time! I managed to copy a multiple-choice answer while she couldn't see, barely getting two extra points to pass the top university threshold. It's been over twenty years, wonder how she's doing... High School A, Exam Room 28 in 2025—that was my youth." The man beside him spoke, his voice hoarse: "I know the truth behind her blindness. The culprit was right there in that exam room that year." I held my breath, listening intently. A few minutes later, an ice-cold dagger pressed against my neck. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that very exam room, twenty years in the past. Looking around, I seemed to have already pinpointed the killer... 1 I stared at the exam room in disbelief—my vision astonishingly clear. Recalling the man’s words before my death, I repeated silently to myself: Who is the killer? And who killed me before I went blind? Before I could figure it out, the familiar exam bell rang. The sharp click of the other proctor’s heels echoed like drumbeats, making my heart pound—ten more minutes. In my past life, that was the exact moment I went blind! No, I absolutely couldn't let history repeat itself! But if I feigned illness and left, what if the other teachers suffered the same fate? Ignoring the consequences of disrupting order, I suddenly shouted, "Don't proctor in this exam room! Any teacher proctoring here might be harmed into blindness by a student!" The words had barely left my lips when I was escorted away by the police for disturbing the exam. As I sat in the police car, I actually felt a sense of relief: Let fate decide. At the temporary school review point, a police officer slammed his hand on the table, demanding, "We've searched every student; we found no suspicious items! What kind of malicious intent do you have to accuse students like this?" I responded calmly, "Before entering the exam room, I heard a student say, 'I wish the teacher would go blind.' It's not worth going blind because of a student." "You believe that kind of joke? You're a teacher!" The police officer clearly didn't believe me. "Consider yourself lucky the exam hasn't started. If you had caused trouble after it began, you'd be looking at jail time!" Ultimately, I was put on the proctor blacklist, and my job was in jeopardy, but this was far better than going blind. As I was escorted out of the school gates, I couldn't help but insist, "Officer, what if what they said is true? How serious would it be if a teacher went blind? You must investigate thoroughly!" "Say another word, and I'll arrest you for disturbing the peace!" I headed straight to the eye clinic, only to receive the same diagnosis as in my previous life: "Your retinal health is perfect. You don't even have nearsightedness or astigmatism. Sudden blindness is absolutely impossible." Sitting in the bustling hospital, watching blind people with canes, I remembered how I lost my stable job after going blind, how my fiancé abandoned me, how I was forced to make a living through blind massage, and even endured lecherous clients… Thank goodness I was reborn, and I can still see this world clearly! But the next second, a cry from the eye clinic entrance caught my attention—the female teacher from the same exam room was being helped in, her voice trembling as she told the doctor, "I was proctoring perfectly fine, and then I suddenly couldn't see anything. My eyes have never had problems before…" 2 After the doctor examined her, he sighed, "Your corneas and retina are all normal. We can't find any reason." I froze, my hands trembling uncontrollably—the teacher from the same exam room had also gone blind! I had warned them; how did the culprit still dare to strike? The doctor suddenly looked at me. "That's strange. Just now, another lady came asking if she could suddenly go blind even if her eyes were fine... And you are?" The blind teacher recognized me, questioning me agitatedly, "You're the teacher from the same exam room, aren't you? Are you here to check if you've also gone blind? You warned me in the exam room earlier. Did you know who was going to harm me?" What could I say? That I was reborn? She certainly wouldn't believe it. I used the same excuse I’d used to deal with the police: "Before the exam started, I think I heard a student at the door saying they wished the teacher would go blind. But there were too many students at the door, and I only knew they all entered this exam room, not which specific one it was." "I'm a bit timid, so I believed it. But now, looking at this…" The blind female teacher was highly agitated. "Investigate! We must investigate! Who on earth used such underhanded methods on me?!" I breathed a sigh of relief. If this made enough noise, there would be a chance for a thorough investigation. Unfortunately, in my previous life, I never even got the chance to investigate. When I demanded an investigation, the parents collectively opposed me: "You're ruining our children's reputation! If you investigate this, how will our kids get into college?" "Besides, you yourself can't find a reason. Who knows if it's a physical defect of your own? It's too dirty to push it onto the children." But in this life, with me and this teacher protesting together, it would definitely draw the attention of the police. Most importantly, I remembered the person's voice. As long as he spoke in front of me, I could find the culprit. I accompanied the female teacher to the police station to explain the situation. But the police's re-examination already had the students very dissatisfied, and again, no abnormalities were found. "Let's wait until the exams officially end in three days before investigating further. We can't disrupt the exams now." But because the investigative team suddenly launched a thorough search of students, rumors flew everywhere. "Why are they only checking students from our exam room? Who exactly is suspected of cheating?" "What cheating? It has something to do with that blind female teacher. They're probably suspecting one of us poisoned the teacher." I had feigned illness and withdrawn from proctoring this exam. For the next three days, my eyes remained perfectly normal. Unfortunately, I learned that the other teacher was close to collapse due to her blindness. She was an art teacher, but now, forget painting, she could barely manage her own life. Just like me in my previous life, she underwent various examinations for three days, but visiting major hospitals only yielded the same response: "No reason found." Thankfully, the exams finally ended. As the students gradually dispersed, I nervously opened the door to a room. Thirty students were gathered inside. The police and the blind female teacher were already waiting for me. "So, you said you heard a student say something like, 'I wish the teacher would go blind,' that day, right?" I nodded. "I remember his voice; it was a boy." All the boys in the room stirred with commotion. "All boys, line up. Take this printed paper and read it aloud to this teacher." "Don't be nervous, everyone, and don't try to change your voice." As the students lined up, one by one, read, and left, I held my breath, trying to pinpoint the voice that had haunted me in the final moments before my death. But as the last boy finished reading the last word on the paper, my heart sank. I hadn't heard the voices of those two men from my previous life at all. Even after twenty years, even if their voices changed, their intonation and speaking style would have similarities. Having been blind for so many years, I had long developed the ability to recognize people by their voices. As I closed my eyes and listened for a second round, I indeed found a flaw. One boy deliberately altered his voice – it was the boy who copied the multiple-choice answer. Following that lead, I could also find the other boy. "I remember you seemed to be talking to that boy at the time." Hearing me say this, the blind female teacher grew agitated. "Good! How exactly did you cause my blindness? You must tell the police clearly!" But after questioning him, the conclusion was that this child didn't know anyone else in the exam room. "Teacher, I really didn't do anything. I didn't talk to anyone. I just copied a multiple-choice answer when that teacher went blind." As he explained, he was immediately taken away by the investigative team. According to what he said in my previous life, he really wasn't the killer. It's also possible that he and the other person didn't know each other yet. The most critical thing right now was, where was that person? 3 "Who is this person? Why would they make me blind? We have no grudges, no animosity. Even if I went blind, a new teacher would replace me, and they still wouldn't be able to cheat." On the other end, the blind teacher was on the verge of another breakdown. She actually knelt down. "I beg you, tell me how you made me blind! As long as you tell me the reason and cure me, I won't hold you responsible at all. I have a child; please, let me live!" I could feel this emotion deeply. Suddenly, I remembered, when I was massaging that person, I had felt a small fleshy lump on the back of his neck. Next, ignoring everyone's gazes, I quickly patted every boy, checking everyone's neck. And with a jolt in my chest, I closed my eyes, carefully stroking the fleshy lump exposed to my touch. It was indeed identical to the one I felt in my previous life. Facing the police, I immediately snapped, "It's this boy! You were the one speaking at the time, weren't you?" "Tell me, what did you do? How did you poison the teacher?" I questioned loudly, my hand gripping his shoulder trembling, my face flushed, eyes brimming with tears. No one understood why I was reacting so strongly at this moment. But just as the police were about to interrogate him, he gave me an evil smile and mouthed, "You'll never know who the killer is." Then, ignoring everyone's shocked gazes, he rushed out of the room, through the door, and then leapt out of the fifth-floor window with all his might. With a thud, he landed headfirst, dying instantly. A student's suicide caused an uproar. The police began a thorough investigation. But visiting the deceased's home, his parents were humble farmers, honest and straightforward. Most crucially, apart from studying, Ben Carter had no friends, his social life was clean. There was no motive for harming anyone, no clues whatsoever. To consider Ben Carter the perpetrator who harmed the female teacher, they couldn't even write down a motive. But due to Ben Carter's abnormal behavior, the police still listed him as the primary suspect. Losing their only son, Ben Carter's parents cried and wailed, demanding that I give them an explanation. "Ben studied so hard for so many years, finally waiting for the final exams. Our whole family was waiting for him to get into a good university. And because of one sentence from you, you drove my son to his death." "Tell us, how did my son poison her? In the exam room surveillance, my son had no abnormal behavior from start to finish. What exactly did he do to get in your way?" The parents stormed my house, but I remembered the name Ben Carter – he was the top scorer in the previous life's final exams. What was a top scorer hiding that he would jump to his death? But if he wasn't the killer, then who was it that killed me in that room? I suddenly thought of something. I couldn't rely on what I heard to determine the truth. What if the child who said he only copied a multiple-choice answer was lying? At this point, the police contacted me. The review of the other student, Jayden Chen, was concluded. "The investigation these past few days showed that apart from him briefly glancing at someone else's paper, there were no other rule-breaking behaviors in the exam room. That subject's score has been voided." "But if Ben Carter was indeed the culprit who blinded the teacher, we're still baffled. There was no conflict between them, they hadn't even met. Why would a student who studied so hard for years, finally seeing success, do such a thing?" I tried my best to prevent the tragedy, but it still came to this. My heart was uncontrollably heavy. I once again went to the blind female teacher's residence. Her husband opened the door. As soon as I entered the house, she was sitting on the sofa, her hair disheveled. She was clearly completely broken by her blindness. Hearing my voice, she initially became emotional. "Why did he have to harm me? What did I do? I can't see anything now; what's the difference between me and a useless person?" Her child tried to comfort his mother but was pushed away. "Get out." The child cried uncontrollably, frightened. My heart ached uncontrollably. This feeling had haunted me like a shadow. If I hadn't been reborn, I would still be living in that agony now. Once again, I hated the killer. Why would someone do this? After comforting Sarah White for a while, I prepared to go home. But as I reached the building entrance, I thought I saw a familiar figure. After blinking, it was gone. Not thinking much of it, once I got home, I unpacked all the piled-up deliveries, throwing the cardboard boxes directly into the hallway trash bin. The weather was a bit warm, and the sun was strong outside. As I unpacked the deliveries and washed my hands, I also washed my face. But after grabbing a tissue to dry my face, when I opened my eyes again, everything was dark.
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