Strange game designer

Other classes are trapped in the school of monsters, and they will show the lower limit of human nature in order to survive, and engage in various intrigues, all of which are bloody and terrifying scenes, but Class 13 is a little different, with a group of demons dancing wildly, and everyone putting on a show.

Zhuo Jun wanted to control his classmates and make everyone cooperate with the investigation bureau's plan and complete what Situ An told him, but it was only the second day that different voices appeared in the class, and there were a lot of them.

He wanted to scare the monkeys, but some students in the class had obviously defected to the student union, such as Liu Yi and Ji Zhe. Their self-confidence made Zhuo Jun dare not take action casually.

The external environment has undergone drastic changes, and the internal environment is extremely unstable. Class 13 is like a car on fire. It is not known when it will explode, but everyone is still driving forward recklessly.

The front and back doors of the class were open, and students kept coming in. Among them were classmates from Class 13, and some "invited" ghosts.

When class was about to start in three minutes, Jizhe's brother Jifu appeared at the back door of the classroom carrying a schoolbag filled with food and water.

"elder brother!"

Ji Zhe happily waved to his brother, but his brother Jifu looked frightened and shouted at the loudest voice to the classmates around him: "Don't be fooled by him! He is not my brother, he is a murderous evil spirit! Yesterday, I personally dragged him into the dormitory at night, and my brother is already dead!"

The Ji family brothers are not bad at heart, and their elder brother Jifu followed Ji Zhe and came specifically to inform the students of Class 13 to prevent them from being in danger.

"Brother? I didn't become a ghost, I was chosen!" Ji Zhe quickly explained: "You are all afraid of the ghost behind me. I am also afraid, but it didn't harm me!"

Listening to the conversation between the two brothers, Gao Ming lay on the table. The plots the two brothers had made up because of their phobia were still connected together.

Last night, Jizhe picked up the fear puppet. In people's eyes, Jizhe became the thing they were most afraid of. Jizhe himself didn't understand why and thought there was some ghost behind him.

Under the influence of phobia, Ji Zhe became more and more afraid of what was behind him. He didn't think there was anything wrong with him, so he imagined that there was an evil spirit hiding behind him.

If the fear impression continues to be strengthened, when the fear becomes concrete, something might really appear behind Ji Zhe.

The class bell rang amidst the quarrel between the two brothers. The students returned to their seats. Jifu wanted to leave, but he suddenly found that the back door of the classroom was closed.

He hurried to the front door and met the gloomy female teacher again.

"Go back to your seat." The female teacher's voice was terrifying. She was wearing a teaching certificate, and it seemed that anyone who refuted her words would be killed.

Jifu turned around silently and squatted in the last row of the classroom.

Ji Zhe, who was very arrogant just now, also became low-key. He stayed away from the podium and returned to his seat to sit down.

The front and back doors of the classroom were all closed. The female teacher glanced at the whole class, her shallow eyebrows slowly knitting together.

She said during class yesterday that there were still people absent from class today and everyone would lose the opportunity to leave on the bus.

Now she counted the number of students and found that there were more than 51 students in the class.

With a gloomy look in her eyes, the female teacher stood for a while, then turned around and wrote two numbers on the blackboard - 37 and 17.

"There are fifty-four people in the class? Are there three more?"

Many students didn't pay attention. After the classroom door closed, everyone started to look around. There were indeed three more people in the classroom. They didn't have their own seats. They were Ji Fu who came to report the news, Bai Xiao who was wearing the uniform of the Investigation Bureau, and Yuan Hui is injured.

The teacher asked everyone to come to class and there could be no empty seats, so the students looked for "substitutes" and accidentally found too many.

"You now understand the meaning of these two numbers on the blackboard. They represent the number of students and ghosts in the class. There are 54 students in the class, but there are only 51 places in Class 13." The female teacher stood in the middle of the podium. The investigation bureau uniform was soaked with dangerous blood: "Next, you guys will have a second round of voting to choose the three extra people in the class. They will die."

The female teacher directly started the second round of voting. The first round of voting was for the students to choose for their own survival, and the second round of voting was for the students to choose with their own hands the person to be killed.

After all the voting papers were received, the students all looked at Ma Tao's dormitory. Yesterday, Ma Tao had revealed that he was a ghost. In fact, it didn't matter whether he was a ghost or not. What was important was that everyone needed a reason to kill.

The fat man hadn't even warmed up from sitting on the bench yet. He felt frightened by the sight of those classmates. Ma Tao was not in the mood to drink water anymore and his face turned pale.

"What are you guys looking at me doing?" The fat man was really scared: "I've only been here for seventeen minutes, and I haven't done anything. I haven't even finished the egg-filled pancakes. Are you the devil?"

"The teacher said that the three classmates we voted for will die. The ghost has already died once, so everyone should know who to vote for, right?" Qian Junran picked up a pen and wrote down three names, and other people in his dormitory also started Put pen to paper.

"Wait a minute!" Ma Tao grasped the Doraemon thermos cup tightly with five fingers: "This vote can be used to get rid of the most dangerous people and the most unstable factors in the class. You touch your conscience and say, the people in our dormitory Are you in danger? If anything happens, we will be the first to rush in. When you quarreled, we didn't say a word. Compared with some of the bad guys among you, our dormitory can be called a model dormitory. "

What Ma Tao said was true to his heart, and he was forced to have no choice. This class is full of psychopaths!

"Don't you have a big grudge between you? Are you voting for him? Are you taking this opportunity to kill him?" Ma Tao kept giving hints to some classmates, but everyone looked at him and the other people in his dormitory with sympathy. .

"Let me tell you a few words." Ji Zhe suddenly spoke. He tapped his fingertips on the table and revealed his famous brand watch without any trace: "There is no doubt that there is a ghost in this class. We need to Drive the ghosts out, but not in this rough way. The difference between humans and ghosts lies in human nature. If we, like the ghosts in school, casually deprive others of their right to live, what is the difference between us and the ghosts?"

I don’t know if it’s because the aura of a “successful person” comes with its own bonuses, but some students actually think what Ji Zhe said makes sense.

Standing up slowly, Ji Zhe picked up the voting paper and crumpled it into a ball: "Voting is used to select hope, not to create despair."

The five fingers loosened, the paper ball fell to the ground, and Ji Zhe began to challenge the female teacher's authority head-on!

Hearing Ji Zhe's words, Zhuo Jun almost broke his pen. It was only the second day, and the students in Class 13 were already preparing to have sex with the teacher.

Who gave him the confidence?

Seeing Ji Zhe put his hands in his pockets, the atmosphere in the class began to become dangerous. Wang Jie reached into his pockets and secretly hid a special knife in his sleeves; Liu Yi touched the student union armband; Saeki rummaged through his blood-stained schoolbag. Looking for something? There was also a trace of expectation in Gao Ming's eyes.