Strange game designer

If anyone in Class 13 hates the Eastern District Investigation Bureau and Situ An the most, it is of course Gao Ming. His eyes are shining at this time, looking forward to the fight between the students of Class 13 and the teacher who abides by Situ An's rules.

There was a problem with the student union, and Gao Ming could now use his hands to target Situ An.

Other classmates may just want to destroy Situ An's rules, but only Gao Ming is prepared to find Situ An himself and put him completely into his heart.

His eyes gradually became dangerous, and Gao Ming stared at the gloomy female teacher.

Yushan, who was sitting next to Gao Ming, seemed to be ready to take action. He changed his sitting position and quietly stretched out one leg, as if preparing to trip the teacher when he passed by.

Ji Zhe took the lead in violating the classroom rules, but the members of the student union did not show up. The dead silence in the corridor was in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle in the class.

"I am a teacher, but I don't give the right guidance. No wonder this school has the final say of the student union." Ji Zhe grew up in a poor family. He has no talent for learning and no brains for making money. He has a straightforward personality and does not know how to manage relationships.

Outside this ghost school, he needs to spend a lot of money to rent clothes and luxury cars to look respectable, but for the first time in this school, he has something that others don't have - a very scary ghost has appeared in him for some reason. behind.

Ordinary life is finally no longer ordinary. He has changed from the eternal majority to the very minority.

It should have been an extremely terrifying thing for a ghost to appear behind him, but for Ji Zhe, it was the first time that he had something that others did not have.

The moment he got this "lucky", something deep in Ji Zhe's heart began to grow. He felt that he had "lucky" that others did not have. He not only had to enjoy the envious eyes of others, but also had to shoulder the corresponding responsibilities. This is a very qualified minority.

Because he has always been ordinary, Ji Zhe will pay more attention to those ordinary people and ghosts.

"You don't seem to be quite sober yet." The students in the class were very brave. The female teacher's face was so gloomy that she was about to drip with tears. She moved a pure white wooden box from under the podium, and there were three words written on the wooden box - Election box.

Yesterday when they voted in the first period, they also used this wooden box, but Gao Ming remembered that the box had turned blood red and was moved away by the teacher.

"Put the box here. If only one person votes, his vote will be the final result." The female teacher remembered Ji Zhe's face in her heart: "The voting starts now!"

"As long as we don't vote, we can solve the root causes of past mistakes." Yuan Hui shouted. His lips were cracked and his teeth were stained with blood. He didn't know what happened to him in the office building.

"We already missed it once! Don't vote again this time!"

Yuan Hui's voice was very loud, and the classmates in Class 13 were also lost in thought. As for Ma Tao and his friends in the dormitory, they all sat quietly and looked at Ji Zhe gratefully.

Ji Zhe didn't come to class yesterday. He actually didn't know that Ma Tao's dormitory was full of ghosts. He just felt that everyone looked at him with respect.

"It's a waste of time." Zhuo Jun tightened his grip on the pen. He wanted to be the first to vote, but doing so would cause a lot of hatred. Maybe the whole class would vote for him. After all, everyone had a lot of resentment towards him.

"If you don't vote, you will forever lose the opportunity to leave on the bus, and all of you will be trapped here." The female teacher's voice seemed to be gradually changing, becoming numb and cold.

The current situation is very similar to the bus accident ten years ago. In other words, this was what the people behind the scenes wanted to create.

Only by voting can we find a way out, whether to sacrifice the lives of a few people and continue to move forward in blood, or to stay in the terrifying night forever.

"There's no need to risk all our lives for three ghosts, right?" Qian Junran didn't understand: "If you can't distinguish between humans and ghosts, I can understand your hesitation. After yesterday's encounter, we have already It’s obvious who the ghost is, are you still confused?”

"Everyone, please calm down and think carefully..."

"It seems that there is no need to gamble? Can't you just not invest in your own people?"

The opinions among the classmates were not unified. The female teacher on the podium smiled sinisterly and suddenly wrote a series of numbers on the blackboard: "I know that some of you are despicable and cowardly and dare not leave. Go to the podium to vote. In this case, you can use your mobile phone to send this number the person you want to vote for, and I will write it for you."

The female teacher placed her cell phone on the podium. Within a few seconds, her cell phone vibrated.

After opening it and checking it, the female teacher took out a paper and pen, wrote down three names, and threw it into the ballot box. A little blood red appeared on the pure white ballot box.

That bit of blood seemed to be the sound of the starting gun, and the female teacher's cell phone began to vibrate continuously.

The whole class was staring at the mobile phones on the podium, as if they were looking at something scary. The vibrating sound also made every student present busy.

Yuan Hui and Ji Zhe wanted to stop it, but they obviously failed.

There are ghosts in the class, good guys and bad guys, and those who join the game, those who control the game, and those who control the game are all wrestling with each other.

The voting has begun, and Ma Tao and the people in his dormitory have also begun to vote. In order to survive, the ghosts who replaced the classmates of Class 13 also started to vote for each other. They just hope that their votes can be less than the other ghosts.

There were more and more votes in the wooden box, and the white wooden box became bloody. The female teacher's eyes were very excited. She stared at the voting port of the box, as if she wanted to get in.

"There are 50 votes in total. So many of you said not to vote, but after changing the method, one voted faster than the other. Then let's vote like this from now on." The ballot box turned completely blood red, and the female teacher seemed to want to further divide Class 13, she wrote down everyone’s votes on the blackboard.

The three people with the highest votes were all the ghosts in Ma Tao's dormitory. Fatty came in second, Ma Tao was lucky enough to come in fourth, and the one with the fifth most votes was Zhuo Jun.

Among all the ghosts, Zhuo Jun ranks in the middle, which shows that he is hated by many people.

The names of Wang Jie and Xishan were also on the blackboard. There were six votes to vote Wang Jie to death. On the contrary, Gao Ming really didn't care, and he didn't get even one vote. Xishan still had two votes.

"It seems that my performance in the art room made everyone think that I am more useful, and I can better lead everyone to escape." In order to survive, even Qian Junran, who was extremely dissatisfied with his high life, did not vote for him.

Holding up the blood-red ballot box, the gloomy expression on the female teacher's face was swept away, replaced by morbidity and excitement: "You have made a choice to kill a few in exchange for the survival of the vast majority. I hope you are sitting here All 51 students were able to survive until the end and board the bus to leave the school."

The female teacher only saw the bloody ballot box. She hugged the box and left the classroom without looking back.

Seeing the names on the blackboard, the students stopped arguing. When voting became hidden, banning voting was no longer possible.

"Every time you vote, you will be one step closer to death." Yuan Hui pointed at Zhuo Jun: "The disaster is happening again, and this is what he and the people behind him want to see. This person is crawling inside and outside. s things!"

"You don't seem to have the right to accuse me." After the female teacher left, Zhuo Jun stood up and came to Yuan Hui.

"What do you want to do!" Ji Zhe and the classmates next to him stood up, but their physical fitness was very different from Zhuo Jun's.

Without spending much effort, Zhuo Jun pushed them away and took away Yuan Hui's mobile phone.

After he took Yuan Hui's hand and forced fingerprint unlocking, he showed the extra message on Yuan Hui's phone to his classmates. Yuan Hui also chose to hope that the 51st classmate would enter the tunnel.

"I already regret it!"

"Regret is useless?" Zhuo Jun threw away the phone and grabbed Yuan Hui's collar: "You know very well what to do to let more people live and stop getting sick!"

Knocking Yuan Hui on the chair, Zhuo Jun looked at everyone in Class 13: "You also took other classes yesterday. Compared with the school's courses, the courses offered by the Investigation Bureau are really helping you survive."

"Isn't that true?" Gao Ming folded the blank voting paper in his hand: "There was a flood in the activity building or something went wrong in the art room. Whenever we were in danger, it was the student union members who came to save us first."

"What do you want to say?" Zhuo Jun hated Gao Ming's tone of voice.

"If the student union wants to kill us, they don't have to save us, nor do they need to repair the activity building and art room, so there are other people who will harm us." Gao Ming is a psychological counselor and knows how to guide people: "We There are very few accidents in the classes taught by teachers from the Investigation Bureau. Once we enter the activity classes offered by the school, abnormalities will occur. This happens every time. Could it be that the Investigation Bureau is sabotaging it? Does it want to kill us in the courses offered by the school? "

"Don't spit blood." Zhuo Jun's pupils narrowed. He actually didn't know why those courses became so dangerous.

"Yes!" Yushan seemed to suddenly understand: "In order to make us obedient and force us to vote, the teachers from the Investigation Bureau deliberately went to the activity classes offered by the school to cause trouble! It turned out that it was the teachers from the Investigation Bureau who wanted to kill us. us!"

"Only teachers and students who have the ability to cause accidents in the classroom will..." Under Gao Ming's reminder, the students looked at Zhuo Jun with increasingly unfriendly eyes.

In the past, everyone kept Zhuo Jun because they could get a lot of information from Zhuo Jun and find out the truth. As everyone's understanding of the school gradually deepened, Zhuo Jun's existence became a bit annoying.

Just when everyone was dissatisfied with the teachers from the Investigation Bureau, the front and back doors of the classroom were opened, and investigators wearing Investigation Bureau uniforms and teacher qualification certificates appeared one after another. Their expressions were numb and cold, as if they were controlled by some kind of rules.

These investigators went straight to the three ghosts in the class who were voted to death. The auras emanating from them were disgusting.

The death of three ghosts was a good thing for the students in the class, so most of the students remained silent.

"Let go of me! I just came here this morning!" The fat man shouted aggrievedly. The egg-filled pancakes he bought in the morning hadn't cooled yet, so he had to cool them first.

He kept struggling, but unfortunately no one helped him, not even Ma Tao, who was sitting next to him and had a good relationship with him, didn't speak.

"The ones they took away today are ghosts. The ones they take away tomorrow may be people. It may even be me and you." Jizhe left his seat at some point. He closed the classroom door and blocked the door: "Vote for the election. Dead person? I have never seen such a ridiculous thing! If you are not willing to speak out, then I will be the first one."

"You're right! Why should we listen to the Bureau of Investigation?" Xishan's attitude was very brave, but his tone was a little timid: "His grandma's ghost has appeared, and he is forcing us to obey. Are you crazy?"

"The Investigation Bureau wants to boil the frog in warm water and let us follow their requirements to achieve their ulterior purposes. Don't forget who tricked us into coming to this school? Don't forget who interfered with our original lives. ? Who forced us to face life and death?" Gao Ming was different from the emotional Yuan Hui and Saeki. He was very emotionally stable and spoke after laying the groundwork.

"If they really do it for our good, they won't put us in danger; since they don't do it for our good, why should we let them do what they do?"

There are many ways to resolve conflicts, such as going more crazy to intensify conflicts.

Situ Anzhi only wants to kill three ghosts now, but Ji Zhe and Gao Ming have instilled in everyone the idea that if they are left alone, the rules implemented by the Investigation Bureau will kill everyone later.

Gao Ming was the only normal doctor in the class. After seeing that none of his classmates voted for him, he decided to stand up and take control.

Seeing the investigators walking towards Gaoming, Jizhe, who was blocking the door, spoke again.

"Gao Ming, please stand back a little and don't stand directly in front of me. Otherwise, you will be easily scared later."