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The skin on Zhang Jiaqi's arms is very white, not the normal moist white and tender kind, but the surface swelling caused by long-term drug soaking.

At this time, she was kneeling by the sink with all her concentration, holding a recently killed black cat in her hands, like a fisherman, waiting quietly, her eyes fixed on the pool full of corpses, as if expecting something to appear.

She was so into it that she didn't even notice when I walked up behind her.

Holding my breath, I suppressed my curiosity and watched quietly.

The front of the black cat in Zhang Jiaqi's hand was intact, with no wounds on its fur. The creepy chewing sound came from underneath the black cat's body.

The black hair was immersed in formalin. The eyes of the black cat that died tragically were wide open, and the bright red tongue was slowly fading in the liquid and turning pale.

"What is she doing?" Waking up a sleepwalker will cause great harm to her brain nerves. I didn't dare to say anything at this time because I was afraid that Zhang Jiaqi would have an overreaction.

About five minutes later, an unimaginable scene occurred.

The dead cat whose body was half-immersed in the formalin pool suddenly moved. I couldn't believe my eyes: "The deceased is resurrected?"

The dead cat's limbs began to twitch, like a live fish that had been taken out of the water, and it started to struggle in Zhang Jiaqi's hands. This scene was very strange.

The dead cat was quite strong, and Zhang Jiaqi spent a lot of effort to press it into the pool. Her arms were shaking and her shoulders were hunched, exactly like the scene I saw outside the door at the beginning.

After a while, the dead cat stopped moving, and after repeating the cycle two or three times, Zhang Jiaqi finally took the dead cat out of the pool.

As if she had completed some kind of ritual, she stretched out her hands, took a step back, and slowly fished the dead cat out of the pool.

The front of the cat corpse was intact, but a long knife wound appeared on the back soaked in formalin.

The incision was half a palm long, but not a drop of blood or internal organs came out. Instead, some fluttering white threads appeared.

"It's this thing again!" The thread was exactly the same as what I saw in general, as if it were alive, slender, white, and dangerous!

Zhang Jiaqi carefully avoided the threads on the black cat's body with her fingers and laid it flat on the edge of the pool.

She and I were both attracted to the dead cat, our eyes focused on the young body that was supposed to be dead.

"Crack!" The sound of bones being dislocated sounded in the dead cat's body, followed by a dense sound, and then the most terrifying thing happened.

Those white threads sewed up the broken knife wound and brought the two pieces of flesh together. Then the black cat that was supposed to be dead raised its front paws and slowly got up!

I took a deep breath. The scene in front of me completely violated the iron law of birth, aging, illness and death.

Maybe because I was too surprised, the noise I made unconsciously was heard by Zhang Jiaqi. The female student showed a fierce expression that I had never seen before. She turned around suddenly, took out a scalpel from the bag she carried with her, and slashed at me. body of.

"Zhang Jiaqi!" I backed up hastily, and the blade flashed past my eyes, leaving a hint of coldness behind.

"Is it you?" After seeing my face clearly, Zhang Jiaqi looked strange. She stood between me and the dead cat without putting away the scalpel: "How did you find this place?"

"Calm down, I think we can have a good talk." Although Zhang Jiaqi is weird, there is no doubt that she is alive, so there should be a possibility of communication between me and her.

"There's nothing to talk about. I gave you a chance, but if you insist on dying on your own, even if I don't kill you, the teacher will kill you!" She is a weak girl, but she talks about killing people. It seems that life is just a piece of cake in her eyes. Experimental materials with temperature.

"Teacher? It seems that you have known for a long time that your teacher has not disappeared, but is hiding somewhere in the West Campus. But I don't understand what kind of experiment you are conducting? You have to hide it from the outside world, and you have to use living people as materials. "I am now certain that Zhang Jiaqi entered the West Campus many times late at night not to find her teacher, but to conduct some kind of horrific human experiment with her teacher.

"You don't have to know, you can't know anymore."

Zhang Jiaqi rushed towards me with a scalpel, but I didn't think she could pose any danger to me. I saw the trajectory of her knife and I easily grabbed her wrist: "Can we talk now?"

"Talk? You'd better talk to the dead!" She screamed, and before I understood what was going on, the black cat that had come back from the dead jumped out from behind Zhang Jiaqi!

It was too fast. I raised my foot to kick it away, but the cat hugged my leg like an octopus and bit it.

The wound was not big, but I felt that my whole leg became numb, and something cold penetrated into my flesh along the wound.

"No, it's the white line!" I took Zhang Jiaqi's scalpel and pushed her away, moving backwards.

The short security guard guarding the door heard the noise and hurried over. He happened to see the black cat lying on my lap, and without much hesitation, he was ready to help me pull the black cat off.

"Don't get close to it!" I warned aloud, but it was too late. The black cat turned around and bit the short security guard's hand, and then ran out of the underground charnel house.

"What is that?" The short security guard's raised arm slowly lowered, and he looked at his body in shock: "What's going on? I can't feel my hands!"

A numb feeling spread throughout the body, and the thin white threads from the black cat's body had entered my body and the short security guard's body through the wound.

"Go!" I shouted at him, grabbed his shoulders and ran out.

"After seeing that thing, you still want to leave?" Zhang Jiaqi chased after her as if she was crazy. She yelled. There were also rustling sounds coming from the ajar doors on both sides of the corridor. Those who were originally standing silently The black shadows all seemed to come alive.

The short security guard and I ran with all our strength. The root cause of my negligence this time was that I relied too much on the prompts of the underworld show. There was an option to protect living people in the optional tasks of the show. When I was sure that Zhang Jiaqi was a living person, I instinctively I thought she was someone I could communicate with, but I didn't expect to be fooled by the underworld show. There were probably no ghosts or demons in this live broadcast, and everything was man-made!

The underground structure of this building is very complicated. The short security guard and I walked around for a long time without going out. We even met head-on with those who were able to move several times.

"How about you go and leave me alone." The short security guard became slower and slower, and finally fell to the ground with a thud. He tried to stand up, but his arms and legs were all weak: "My arms and legs are just like It’s not the same as mine, it’s hard to move.”

"Can the white thread paralyze the whole body?" I looked around and saw that no one was following me. I first dragged the short security guard into a nearby classroom: "Strange, why didn't there be any reaction on me?"

I did feel a slight numbness when the black cat first bit me, but the numbness slowly disappeared after running a few meters away. I thought it was a chronic poison, but when I saw the short security guard, I was a little unsure. .

"How do you feel where you were bitten now?"

The short security guard shook his head. He couldn't even speak. When he opened his mouth, he could only see tiny white dots on his originally bright red tongue.

"White thread? White tongue?" I let go of the hand holding the short security guard. If no treatment is provided, it won't be long before the short security guard turns into another old Tao.

Standing at the door of the classroom, I looked at the short security guard standing on the ground. Once I left, this security guard would definitely be dead, and a living human life would disappear like this.

But it is difficult for me to save him on my own. I only know that the white thin thread is afraid of light, but I have no idea how to take it out of the body.

Staggering footsteps sounded again in the corridor. The noisy and irregular sound was like an alternative symphony, interpreting the word "resurrection" in an extremely frightening way.

"Aren't you going to run?" Zhang Jiaqi saw me standing at the door of the classroom from a distance, with a scary expression on her face: "Can't you control your body? Do you feel like something is flowing through your blood vessels? It's a bit more... Squeeze it towards your heart bit by bit, poor guy, I clearly gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. If you are possessed by the string Gu, you can spend the rest of your life in the underground laboratory with peace of mind."

"Thread-pulling Gu?" When I mentioned the poison, I looked down at my wrist. At the plum blossom mark, there was a gray-white thin thread crawling out of the wound half-deadly.