When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

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"Thump, thump, thump, thump..............."

The slow and heavy footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

The footsteps easily ran over the mixture of cinnabar, black dog blood, boy's urine, glutinous rice, etc. in the corridor.

Countless talismans were blown down by the wind, flying all over the corridor, rustling.

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In the darkness, Zhang Yang's slightly choked voice came: "I'm sorry... everyone..."

In response to him, four people said in unison: "It has nothing to do with you."

Su Yuan leaned against the head of the bed, fiddling with the black mp3 in his hand.

There was only the "rustling" sound of electricity in it...

He had a blank expression on his face, and a few strange red lights flashed in his eyes from time to time.

His sister sat beside Su Yuan, looking at him quietly.

No words were spoken all night.

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In the early morning, the rain that had been falling for a whole day and night finally stopped.

Several people in the dormitory got up silently and washed up, and no one spoke.

Gao Wenyi's eyes were red and swollen, and he looked like he had been crying all night.

Su Yuan's face was calm, as if nothing had happened.

He silently put the MP3 that had been playing all night and had long run out of power into his pocket, and quickly pushed open the door of the dormitory and walked out.

But when passing through the corridor, Su Yuan kept his head down and walked quickly...

The campus was filled with fog, and the air smelled of morning dew.

When he walked out of the dormitory building, Su Yuan suddenly felt like he was being pricked.

He turned his head and looked...

I saw the long-haired young man I met yesterday sitting in the dormitory, looking at him with his legs crossed.

When Su Yuan turned back, the long-haired young man showed a playful smile on his face and waved at him.

Su Yuan stood still, just looking at him quietly.

Suddenly, he also smiled and waved at the long-haired young man.

The long-haired young man was stunned, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared...

At this time, Lao Lu came out with a thermos cup and pushed the long-haired young man's shoulder: "Let's go, have breakfast."

Seeing that the long-haired young man did not respond, Lao Lu followed his gaze and looked outside the door. There was no one there.

"What happened?" Lao Lu asked in confusion.

"Nothing." The long-haired young man shook his head, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes: "I just feel that the students in this class are quite interesting..."

Lao Lu's face became serious when he heard this: "Don't have any communication with them now. It's not a good thing to go in too early!"

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Walking into the classroom, there were already a few girls sitting in the class.

Su Yuan was the first boy to arrive in the classroom.

Seeing him, Song Xiaoxia's best friend Yang Ruo immediately came up and grabbed his sleeve.

"Su Yuan, were you okay last night?" Yang Ruo didn't know how to start: "I mean, nothing should have happened... Zhang Yang's stuff is pretty useful, right? You shouldn't have let Xiao Xia go out, right?... Is she behind? Why didn't she come with you..."

Yang Ruo's voice became softer and softer, and her hands were shaking more and more.

Su Yuan looked at her silently without saying anything.

Yang Ruo had gotten the answer from his expression, and after taking a few steps back with a pale face, she squatted in the corner and cried loudly.

Several female classmates came forward to comfort her, but they also sobbed softly as they spoke.

There were more and more students in the class, but it was not noisy.

No one spoke anymore, only the sobbing sound from time to time in the classroom.

Everyone hoped that the experience of the past two days was just a nightmare, but the seven empty seats in the classroom reminded them of this fact all the time.

Seven people died in two nights!

There are less than 50 people left in the class now, how long can they hold on?

And they have already exhausted all the methods that ordinary people can do.

Everyone was shrouded in despair, fear, and sadness.

The bell rang, and Zhang Xiaoping walked into the classroom with a textbook under his arm and a cup of water in his hand.

As soon as he walked onto the podium, he saw Yang Ruo lying on her seat, shaking her shoulders and crying loudly.

Zhang Xiaoping frowned, walked to Yang Ruo, patted her shoulder gently, and asked softly: "Yang Ruo, what happened?"

Yang Ruo raised her head, tears falling down: "Teacher Zhang, Xiaoxia is dead!"

Everyone stared at Zhang Xiaoping, no oneSurprisingly, a puzzled look appeared on his face again: "Who is Xiaoxia?"

"Teacher Zhang!" Wang Hao sneered and said, "There are seven empty tables in the class today. Are they empty from the beginning? Are the books inside also spare?"

Zhang Xiaoping was stunned. After a long time, he slowly nodded and said, "Yes, didn't I tell you yesterday?"

Wang Hao did not argue, but turned his head and said coldly: "I want to see how you will explain it when there is only one person left in this class..."

Zhang Xiaoping was a little confused: "What do you mean by this? What do you mean by only one person left?"

"Teacher." Zhou Yulong interrupted him: "Wang Hao is joking, let's start the class."

Zhang Xiaoping looked at him, then looked at Yang Ruo who was sobbing on the table, and finally did not speak. He walked back to the podium and started the class.

Zhang Xiaoping was absent-minded in his lectures just like yesterday.

Every time his eyes swept over the empty seats, he would pause for a moment, and sometimes he would even forget what he was going to say.

But... no one would listen anyway.

After the first class, Su Yuan walked to Qi Yinhong's desk and kicked him with his leg: "Let's go to the toilet to smoke."

Qi Yinhong looked up at him, then nodded listlessly: "Okay, let's go."

The two walked to the toilet together, and Su Yuan pulled Qi Yinhong into the same cubicle.

"Do me a favor, help me get something." Su Yuan lit a cigarette and said calmly.

Qi Yinhong was not surprised, nodded and said: "Okay, what is it?"

"Eavesdropping device." Su Yuan slowly exhaled smoke.

Qi Yinhong is a real rich second generation in the school. His father Qi Jinhong is a well-known real estate tycoon in Jiangyan City. Su Yuan thinks that he should be able to get this kind of thing that ordinary people can't touch easily.

"Eavesdropping device?" Qi Yinhong showed a surprised expression on his face: "I thought you would let me get some knives and axes, what do you need those things for?"

Su Yuan did not answer, but asked: "What do you need knives and axes for?"