Thriller Trainee

This graduation picture is unremarkable.

Everyone stood neatly and neatly, and the twisted smile on the face of the Faceless Man was strangely piled up with flesh, and a glance made people's back chill.

The girl in the last row has only one eye, half of the nostril and half of the mouth.

She looked at the camera, her mouth curled up pretending to be happy, but her eyes were full of sadness and despair almost overflowing.

Zong Jiu also noticed that the girl's wrist hanging aside was full of shocking scars, both new and old, which was caused by self-cutting the wrist.

Combined with the diary obtained earlier, this photo is undoubtedly also a valuable clue.

The white-haired magician's slender fingers slowly crossed this yellowed graduation photo.

He did not speak or notify anyone, but silently received the photo in his pocket.

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The appearance of the Faceless Man put all the B-level trainees into the most tense state for this.

Especially after the main system stamped and certified Faceless Person could not return to the thriller trainee dormitory, everyone understood the significance of this change.

As long as there is a breath in the dungeon of horror, even if it is a mental disorder, the main system can drag you to the dormitory for forced electric shock treatment.

The main system treatment is much more powerful than the real-world medical treatment, especially for the treatment of madness. Basically, with a sweep of the electric current, it can connect the disordered tendons in the brain. For example, the last time the one was cured after going to the punishment dungeon. D-level trainees.

But now, facing trainees who have turned into faceless people, the main system refuses to accept them.

Unless the trainee has not been judged as a trainee, this situation is possible.

For example, just like the horror copy with the theme of zombies and apocalypse, once the trainees do not have time to inject the serum and become completely zombies, the main system will also not let them return to the infinite loop.

What they have in common is that they have been classified as "human" in the judgment of the main system.

This is undoubtedly a terrifying news.

But no one knows exactly why the faceless trainees formed.

This is the only trainee who becomes a faceless man, and lacks a variable that can be used as a control group. What can be extracted may be nothing more than vague possible vocabulary such as "poor academic performance", "seems to be isolated", "studying day and night" and so on.

In just one day, the faceless trainees just browsed through all the textbook test questions, and flew from the second-to-last score in the seven classes to the first in the whole year on a rocket. The limit is close to the full score of each subject, which is not a miracle. For over.

For this trainee, he has undoubtedly lost himself and became a "perfect machine" cultivated by the No. 1 Middle School. It is the existence of the principal who stands in front of the podium and does not hesitate to boast of the word of perfection, but also loses his personality. .

But starting from the interests of the class, it is undoubtedly a good thing.

The scores of faceless trainees are twice that of the first grade Fanzhuo.

From the second to last in the class to the top pick in the grade, this was enough for the entire seventh class to raise the average score, and suddenly pulled the seventh class from the bottom of the current nine classes to the middle.

Moreover, the results of the faceless trainees are very stable, and they can stabilize their own level in two consecutive weekly tests, and there will never be any abnormalities in their performance.

Gradually, not only the grade level, but there is not much discussion in the seventh class.

The faceless trainees were previously violent and unwelcome objects in the class. They had no organization themselves, and their strength was barely reluctant. Only Liang Mingde who was a little familiar with him was the first to discover his abnormality, but only Limited to conversation.

Even if something happens to such a person, no one will really feel sorry for him, let alone find a way to reverse it.

Although the truth is cruel, it is also blameless.

Compared with these, the exam that is close at hand burns the eyebrows even more.

Time passed quietly.

Finally, after the third week of this month, there are only eight days to count down to the midterm exam.

All classes are anxious.

Even if all the trainees study desperately, it is really difficult to achieve such a score in such a short period of time.

All trainees have learned about madness.

Not only walking with a book, but also sleeping with a book. Twenty-four hours a day to night, excluding sleep time, all used to do the examination papers to correct answers.

What should I do if there is not enough time? Only infinitely compress the time to sleep. Except for half vampires, most of the trainees have dark circles and bags under their eyes and become giant pandas.

No one cares about being caught by the auntie. Even if they are caught, they have to bring papers and pens, wear pants in the hallway of the dormitory, and write the questions and stop at the same time. They don't want to waste a minute and a second.

There are nine classes in the whole year, and there are still six classes with a gap of six hundred points.

Of these six classes, class nine is close to six hundred points and nearly fifty points away.

There are only eight days left in the mid-term exam, but there are still so many classes that have not met the standard. The fear and despair in the hearts of the trainees can be imagined.

If you switch to a slightly lower-level trainee, I'm afraid you will have to collapse directly.

What’s more frightening is that at the flag-raising ceremony this week, the dean of education even laughed and praised them for saying that the quality of this year’s students was really good. Not only did the students make the right choice so early, but as of now, there is no psychological failure. Choose suicide.

B-level trainees are all old people who have experienced big winds and waves in an infinite loop, but at this moment they feel that although this collective copy does not exist, it is the most terrifying and depressing copy they have experienced.

Tomorrow is the last weekly test before the midterm exam.

Zong Jiu returned to the dormitory to take a bath, and after washing, he overheard the conversation between the squad leader and the other squad leader.

"Not only has one of the hind legs disappeared, but the seventh class even has an extra thigh close to full marks. It is not a good thing to become a faceless man."

"If you want me to say it, I wish that the last few trash in our class would also change."

Zong Jiu frowned.

Among all the class monitors of 101, five class monitors are the most extreme.

He is not the strongest overall strength among the B-level trainees, but he has the best test scores. He still has a crooked idea in his heart, wanting to take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to wipe out some future competitors.

High-level trainees generally think long-term.

Since only one hundred people will be able to debut in the future, this means that the main system will either brush all the trainees to only one hundred in the previous dungeon, or it will refine the score rating, rank the top one hundred, and then obliterate it. Lost a hundred trainees.

From this point of view, all the trainees except for themselves are competitors. Rather than putting them in the future to make a fortune, it is better to take advantage of this excellent opportunity to start first.

From the very beginning, when passing the blank papers, the squad leader of the fifth shift obviously showed a negative sense of sabotage.

In this gap, the squad leader of Class 5 saw the white-haired young man who had just walked out of the bathroom, standing not far away.

Because of washing his hair, Zong Jiu's untied white long hair was draped wet on his shoulders, soaking the bath towels on his shoulders, soaking in patches of slightly darker water.

The young man was slender and thin, and his whole body seemed to be barely fleshy, but because of the lack of pigment, he was so white that he was almost reflective.

Perhaps because of the overheating of the water, that beautiful and excessive face in the past was also stained with a bit of thrilling red, like a painter stained Chu Hong with an ink pen, fainted, and then reluctantly put the pen back.

The squad leader of Class 5 stared at him, waiting for Zong Jiu to react when he was disgusted.

As if to cover up his momentary absence, he murmured in a vicious voice, "What are you looking at? I am not wrong. It's all in an infinite loop. Why is it so exciting?"

After saying this, the squad leader reacted, inevitably shrinking in his heart.

Let’s not say that the magician is a newcomer who is in the limelight recently. He also made friends with No.2 Fanzhuo, was favored by No.1, and got an invitation letter from the overnight family. It's definitely not his kind of low-level B-level that can afford to exist.

Zong Jiu said coldly, "I didn't look at you, but you made my ears noisy."

The original retreat disappeared in an instant, and this contemptuous and disdainful look completely exploded the fifth squad leader.

"Who do you think you are? The newcomer dares to be so arrogant? Don't think that you can do whatever you want with the preference of that adult."

In the next second, the sound of poker cards breaking through the air and the sound of the spine of the book on the table sounded at the same time.

The cards cut through the air sharply, and impartially left a shallow and long blood mark on the cheek of the fifth squad leader.

The moment it plunged into the wall behind, an indifferent male voice followed, "It's noisy."

Not far away, the black wizard in black robes was pressing down the book he was reading, and his handsome profile face looked extremely unkind in the dim light.

The long and narrow green eyes he looked at were easily reminiscent of the dim aurora of the cold North Pole. But I don't know why, at this moment, in Zong Jiu's mind, it unexpectedly gradually overlapped with another pair of unrelated dark golden pupils.

Zong Jiu felt that he was a bit of a horror.

Not long ago, when the King was playing, he also tested it with tarot cards, which ruled out the possibility of the black wizard being manipulated by the devil.

On that day, No.5 Azan in black was/manipulated or manipulated by a demon. He borrowed Lin Guoxing's body, and then another wave to lure the enemy into deep, deliberately selling miserables, and this was how no.5 was implanted with a puppet thread.

The black wizard has never been injured in this instance. Moreover, it is only a month, and no.1 is not so great that its magical powers.

In fact, the most important thing is that Zong Jiu firmly believes that no.1 can't help him out so kindly.

Although he didn't know why the devil suddenly gave up the idea of ​​killing him, he was never so naive to think that the devil would not kill him in the future.

Zong Jiu is even more annoyed with the current attitude of no.1 than his previous life-and-death attitude.

No pain or itching every day, just to find some unpleasant behavior. The killing intent was restrained, but the behavior was clearly like teasing one's own pet, with condescending love and pity from beginning to end.

With Zongjiu's arrogance, it is strange that he can bear it.

He who bears grudges said that he had put the killing of the devil on the agenda in his heart, and in the future, he must let No.1 feel the feeling of face beating and being beaten.

As soon as the black wizard spoke, the squad leader of the fifth class dared not say anything, and left the dormitory in a desperate manner.

Zong Jiu wiped his hair lazily, then turned around and said thank you in a low voice.

Thanks to him, no.8 has nothing to express.

The dark green eyes swept across without emotion, and fell back to the book he was holding.

Feeling the familiar indifferent sight, Zong Jiu felt more relieved, and felt that there was no need to waste another chance to draw a card.

Silence resumed in the bedroom, but strangely, there was no sound of rustling pages.

The white-haired magician with his back to the black wizard wiping his hair didn't realize that he had missed an important message.

Zhuge An once said to him that the soul invasion after the fifth puppet thread implanted by the devil is not completely transformed into the devil himself. In order to be rational, these completely manipulated people will be allowed to retain their own personalities. After being manipulated, the personality characteristics that he showed to behave in the world are still the original owner, but the inside is eroded and manipulated by the consciousness of higher authority, so that no flaws are exposed due to excessive changes in personality.

This is why the ability of No.1 is so incomprehensible, because unless the puppet being/operated shows its feet, it will be difficult for others to detect abnormalities, let alone the person being/operated.

Just like Messiah.

Unexpectedly, I didn't know if it was because I was too busy studying lately or there was a problem in my mind that didn't turn around.