Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

The games played by the students in the classroom are somewhat similar to playing drums and passing flowers.

It's just that their drums are the desks in the classroom, and the flowers they pass are a pair of sharp scissors stained with blood.

Every time the drumming stops.

When the scissors fall into the hands of anyone, the student will use the scissors to cut something from his body.

Fingers, ears, nose, lips.

In the splash of blood, pieces of bloody flesh fell from their bodies.

The students who had been cut off were screaming.

The students who weren't cut were laughing happily, full of cruel taste.

Lin Hun, who was lying in front of the window, watched this cruel game without any change in expression.

He is observing.

Observe the rules of this game.

He found that this cruel drumming was a bit unfair.

Students in a full classroom have been targeting several students.

A female student in a sailor suit.

A male student with a dull expression.

A male student pretending to be fierce.

There is also a mature female student.

Every time the flowers were passed to 673 of them, most of the students in the classroom would stop tapping on the desktop.

Even though these people are still knocking on the table.

But the role of spreading flowers is no longer there.

Therefore, these people suffered the most injuries.

At the same time, the grievances among these people are also the highest.

However, for some reasons, although they have the grievances of crushing other students, they cannot retaliate against these malicious students.

"Is it restricted by some kind of rule?"

Negative emotions full of resentment have already manifested in the four targeted students except for the black mist of substance.

But that's it, none of them did it.

Lin Hun used his toe cover to think about it and knew that there was something tricky in it.

He just didn't participate in this game and didn't know the specific rules here.

Bang bang bang!

The happily knocking on the table continued to sound, and the scissors that cut a piece of flesh became even more bloody.

A student sitting by the window just took the scissors handed over from the front desk, and turned around when he was about to pass it to the next classmate.

Suddenly found that a masked head was floating on the window, staring at it.

"what!"

The sudden change caused the student's body to agitate, and the scissors in his frightened hand fell.

Its movement caused the entire classroom to fall into a strange silence.

All the students turned their heads at this moment and stared at the student.

"Yes, sorry, I didn't mean it."

The face that was already pale, because your fear was even more pale, the student who had dropped the scissors raised his finger out of the window in horror.

"Yes, a teacher is peeking. It is for this reason that I let the scissors go.

"What nonsense are you talking about, what teacher is there outside the window."

A student sitting in the front row pushed his eyes, his face was indifferent.

"If you drop the scissors, you will be punished, and you will become the fifth person.

"No, no!

After hearing what the student said, the student who had dropped the scissors collapsed.

He cried and resisted, but his body bent down unwillingly, picked up the fallen scissors, stretched out the little finger of his left hand, and cut it off.

"Boom!"

I don't know if there is a problem with the scissors. The scheming student whose fingers had been cut off let out a scream and began to cry.

But the game did not stop because of his crying, the sound of knocking on the table sounded again, and the round of drumming to pass flowers was still going on.

With a sound of percussion, the blood-stained scissors were about to hit the hand (chcf) of the mature student.

"what!

However, at this moment, the boy who had just received the scissors, Zhu Jiabei passed it to the plump student boy, suddenly let out a scream, he threw the scissors out of his hand and inserted it into the window frame of the classroom.

His movement caused the classroom to fall into a dead silence.

"Cong Shaoyi, what do you want to do!"

There was a sound of intense anger. A student with an extraordinarily sturdy figure stood up and looked at the student who threw the scissors out angrily, with terrifying black blood vessels bulging on its pale face.

"There is a teacher outside the window, outside the window!"

The student named Cong Shaoyi tremblingly pointed out the window.

But outside the window was dark and empty, and there was no trace of anyone.

"You are the sixth person!"

Sweeping out of the empty window, the sturdy student gave Cong Shao a cold look, and snorted coldly.

"No! Don't! I don't want it!"

After listening to the strong students, Cong Shao collapsed, he stood up, left his seat and turned around to leave the classroom.

But when you just left him less than one meter away, his body suddenly burst and turned into a pool of exploded plasma.

Stained the classroom red.

"idiot!

Looking at the dead Cong Shaoyi, the sturdy student rattled and said coldly.

"continue!

Bang Bang Bang!

The percussion sounded again, but this time I don't know if it was because of the two weird changes that all the students panicked.

When they pass the scissors, they will unconsciously look at the window.

I'll breathe a sigh of relief when I stop drumming.

But they have not forgotten.

Every time I stopped, I stopped the scissors in the hands of the five people.

"So is it some kind of rule that makes them target the students who let the scissors fall?"

Outside the window, Lin Hun, who was hidden by the ghost town, looked at the bloodstain of the fifth person who had lost two fingers and Cong Shaoyi with a crying face.

Nodded silently, completely canceling the blockade of the ghost domain.

With this action of him, his breath was directly passed into the classroom.

"what!"

The scissors passed at this time just fell into the hands of a female student.

It suddenly felt Lin Hun's breath, and one of his hands was unstable, causing the blood-stained scissors to fall to the ground.

"There is a teacher!"

This time, none of the students doubted it, because Lin Hun, who was wearing a mask, did not use the ghost town to cover himself.

Through the black holes of the twin masks, he looked at the students in the classroom whose expressions had become resentful and distorted, and said indifferently.

"Who told you to play games in the classroom? Now I want to confiscate your game tools. Also, no one wants to write me a review of more than a thousand words. I will collect it later.".

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