At first, the Black Realm looked like death pitch oozing from hell, or like demon blood dripping out of thin air.
It comes to the world without any order, swallowing everything within its reach, not even light can escape.
But just when the whole world was worried about this, a piece of black territory quietly disappeared.
As the fog cleared, the first survivor emerged into the light.
In the camera, there is no trace of decay on his face that is full of scorch marks. Instead, he holds up the treasure in his hand with a look of enthusiasm.
When people see the transcendent creation clearly, they suddenly realize it.
It turns out that the black area is not asphalt, but oil.
It’s not death inside, it’s gold!
But judging from the descriptions of the survivors, it seems that there is some kind of demon king dominating there.
But it’s harmless, even uplifting.
"Satan? How many divisions does he have?"
With these wild words from the leader of the North, mankind's exploration of the Black Territory has begun in full swing.
In the next twenty years, legends appeared one after another, and the world changed dramatically.
Today, order has stabilized and life is back on track.
The Black Domain has already had a brand new name - Secret Realm.
For the new generation of young people, secret places have already become a part of the world. They are not only earthquakes and tsunamis that cannot be avoided, but also beautiful gifts that nature sends from time to time.
It's just that this feast is out of reach for most people, and only professionals are eligible to enjoy it.
And those professionals.
Those adventurers who are extremely greedy and intelligent.
Those cunning and great pioneers.
Those reckless men, gamblers and warriors.
The most idol worthy of worship, the most despised powerful man.
They have only one name from beginning to end——
vanguard.
…
21 years after the secret realm was opened, March 17, afternoon.
[From the outbreak of β1-2103257 secret realm: 49 minutes and 33 seconds. 】
Beiyu Middle School in Xinhai City ushered in the most pleasant moment of the day.
In the corridor of the high school, the men and women walked out of the classroom together after dinner. They rushed down the stairs. They leaned lazily in front of the window. They argued about topics that were never right or wrong. They shared gossip that never came to fruition. .
As for those who cherish their youth, under the teasing of the warm breeze of early spring, they have already raised their eyebrows quietly, or blushed and wanted to refuse the greeting.
Everything is like a slow-playing youth movie, exuding the fragrance of happiness in the ordinary.
But suddenly there was a moment.
Like some devil passing by, the breath of spring began to extinguish along the corridor, and all the colors dimmed.
The men and women stopped talking at the same time and looked at the center of the corridor with extremely complicated eyes, watching a slender boy walk up, pass by, and then walk away.
The boys wore tight black shirts, black uniform pants and black leather short boots.
He wore his hair in a simple side parting. Underneath this was a pair of eyes that looked at nothing and had no warmth.
Those eyes were not looking at anyone, and the boy didn't care about anything. He just put his hands in his trouser pockets, held his chest slightly, and walked forward at a steady pace, like a wandering ghost.
Of course he is not a ghost, he is Li Qingming, Li Qingming from Class 3 and 4 of high school.
But more people will call him Hannibal privately.
Yes, that's the high-IQ pervert in the movie.
If there really is such a cold, gorgeous, cruel and calculating criminal in reality, then Li Qingming must be his youth version.
Everyone believes it, from the little white rabbit who died tragically in the breeding garden to the famous man on campus who dropped out of school for no reason.
From the urban ghost story of a beautiful boy at a crossroads to the dean of students admitted to a mental hospital.
All are written by Li Qingming!
It’s just that no evidence of a crime has been found.
Why so sure?
Just one look at him and you can tell, isn't his disregard for human beings clear enough?
And everyone knew that his schoolbag was filled with weird things that were borderline contraband.
As for the "Elementary Secret Creature Illustration" he submitted for the art festival, it even made the most energetic art teacher depressed.
Not to mention his ever-present verbal abuse and incomprehensible top grades in all subjects.
In short, every aspect of his temperament and every expression indicate that he is a budding criminal master and a figure who should be in charge of Arkham Asylum. With the right person, it is not impossible to go straight to Azkaban. How could Yu Middle School tolerate him?
Because of this, whenever Li Qingming passes by, it will arouse the instinctive vigilance of the people around him.
It's just that those people neither dared to talk about him nor ignored him. They could only peek at him and didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief until he was far away.
Li Qingming himself actually enjoys his current social status.
For him, collective is a verb that describes the process of mental abuse of the minority by the majority, which is full of discipline, assimilation and strangulation.
During this period, each unique soul will be refined into the appearance of the majority. At that time, they will transform into elders and discipline their former kind.
This is obviously the most horrific atrocity in the world, but most people are accustomed to it and feel that it is normal to integrate into the group. Those who are isolated have their own problems and deserve to be bullied.
Of course, they can think so.
Li Qingming never cared what others thought, unless someone really couldn't think of anything and bullied him.
But it's a pity that he didn't find such a person until he was about to graduate.
Perhaps this sophisticated education system has already castrated their blood nature.
With his thoughts at this point, Li Qingming walked to the door of the psychological consultation room and knocked it gently.
"Come in." A young female voice responded.
Li Qingming opened the door and entered the house.
This is the smallest office in the school, with just an old desk set and a musty brown fabric sofa.
A young female teacher with a scruffy ponytail and thick glasses was sitting at the table, looking down at a short video about insomnia. It looked like she had to swallow this marketing account before she could perform her duties.
After a while, she finished watching the video and sighed without realizing it, then turned her chair and looked at Li Qingming.
Li Qingming also looked directly at her.
"..." The psychology teacher froze slightly, adjusted his glasses and then said, "You are...Li Qingming, right? Teacher Han of your class asked me to have a good chat with you, preferably until class in the afternoon."
"I don't have that much time." Li Qingming replied quickly, "I have to go to the toilet in 13 minutes, and then I have to take a nap."
"Ah, this..." the teacher frowned slightly, "Your teacher Han is also doing it for your own good. He thinks that your psychological problem is very serious and needs a comprehensive evaluation from me. If you refuse, you can only ask for professional help. Doctors intervened.”
"I have been to the hospital and I am completely healthy." Li Qingming raised his hand and pointed outward, "The report is in the bag."
"Ah?" the teacher asked in surprise, "You bring the mental examination report to school every day?"
"yes."
"Why?"
"Because this place is filled with rigid, ignorant and tireless teachers who confuse personality with disease."
"...Are you here, mocking me?"
"It's up to you."
"..." The teacher was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses, and said with a relaxed expression, "Classmate Li Qingming, I can see that you have a very unique personality, but I have indeed been entrusted by someone to understand your situation well, or else You sit down first, and let’s seize the time to chat for a while, which can be regarded as an errand for you, Teacher Han.”
Li Qingming nodded and walked to the sofa. He chose the part that could get the sun and sat down. He took out a silver pocket watch from his left pocket, wiped the dial gently and said, "We still have 12 minutes."
"Alas..." the teacher sighed and set out pen and paper, "Does the time to go to the toilet need to be so precise?"
"It is impossible to be absolutely accurate, but we must pursue accuracy." Li Qingming replied seriously, "Once we give up the management of the biological clock, the errors will become larger and larger, eventually causing the entire endocrine system to fall into erosion."
"Haha." The teacher shook his head and laughed while recording, "Everyone went to the toilet because they had feelings, and no one was seen to be corrupted."
"Are you insomniac?" Li Qingming asked suddenly.
"Occasionally..."
"This is corruption."
"...Your definition of corruption is too broad."
"So I don't lose sleep."
"is that a lie……"
"It has been recorded with instruments that the average time it takes to fall asleep is 7 seconds."
"...Impossible!" The teacher put down his pen and stared at him.
Li Qingming just yawned, like an elongated black cat trapped in the sun.
Seeing how calm he was, the teacher was already inclined to believe this.
So she naturally changed the topic and asked politely: "Do you have any special skills? I have been habitually suffering from insomnia recently..."
"I know."
"how do you know?"
“Acne, short videos, vascular dark circles, excess oil and dandruff.”
"You!" The teacher's lips twitched, and he subconsciously stared at Li Qingming and looked hard at him.
Only then did she realize that this man's skin was so smooth and fair, not even a pimple mark could be found.
The whole face is as delicate and stylish as a classical sculpture, without any bloat or defect.
The only imperfection that can be captured is the extremely shallow layer of stubble, which looks very thin and velvety. I really want to rub it, but I wonder if it will prick my hands...
Seeing the psychology teacher glare so hard, Li Qingming made a sharp comment casually: "You always deny me the first time. This is a typical example of low self-esteem."
"How could I?" The teacher glared back angrily, "When did I deny you?"
Li Qingming didn't reply.
"…………"
After a brief silence, the teacher adjusted his glasses again and said, "Even if I deny you, it has nothing to do with low self-esteem."
"I'm too lazy to analyze." Li Qingming took out his pocket watch again, "There are less than 10 minutes left."
"Ten minutes is enough!" The teacher pulled up his chair and said, "You analyze me now. If the analysis is good, I will give you a complete health report, so that Teacher Han can't embarrass you."
"Making trouble for me?" Li Qingming seemed to be interested, and asked with a slight look on his face, "So Han Chun asked me to come to you, not because he cares about my mental health, but because he is deliberately making things difficult?"
"Ah, this... I start vomiting when I get excited..."
"Then finish vomiting."
"Well...well, forget it..." the teacher took a long breath before saying, "He asked me to talk to you for an hour and try to put anti-social, psychopathic and other tendencies into the report. I guess he is looking for Let me give you a reason to persuade you to retreat..."
"It's just such a nonsense." Li Qingming suddenly felt bored, "He looked at me wrong when I started reading in the morning. I thought he was going to murder me."
"Ah????" The psychology teacher trembled on the spot, "You... are too jumping!"
"No, this is far more logical than you think." Li Qingming nodded and said, "Just imagine, if I accidentally 'suicide' in the toilet a few minutes later, who would be considered to have caused it? ?”
"...Me?" The psychology teacher glared, "So your assumption is that Han Chun is going to fake your suicide and dump the dirty water on me? Let's not say what he wants, just say that the school is like this There are so many people, how could he commit a crime?"
"The whole school knows my toilet time, and everyone will stay away from my exclusive cubicle." Li Qingming nodded excitedly.
"...This...is...such a sufficient environment for committing a crime!" The psychology teacher said with a look of enlightenment on his face, and struck with his fist, "He can indeed arrange the mechanism in the toilet in advance and trigger it on time when you go to the toilet, and you... ...I am also a mechanical geek, and even I have seen the design drawings of deadly mechanisms you submitted to the science exhibition. It is so reasonable for someone like you to just take out a repeating crossbow or something like that!"
"Very good, you are smarter than you look." Li Qingming said with rare admiration, "This murder can be considered a case of teaching students in accordance with their aptitude. If you want to exchange details, I am even willing to go to the toilet two minutes later."
"..." The psychology teacher shook on the spot three times before raising his eyes tremblingly: "I finally know...why everyone doesn't like you."
Li Qingming didn't reply, he just raised his head slightly and fiddled with his pocket watch, as if he was still immersed in this tailor-made murder case.
On the other side, the psychology teacher also had the passion to understand a student for the first time in his life.
Of course, more importantly, he wanted to reveal the selfishness of a pretender.
She couldn't help but pull her chair forward and asked tentatively: "But to be honest, are you acting too deliberately? For example... do you have to wear a black shirt?"
“Black makes me relax, and it is also the most common background color in secret places.”
"Are you going to the secret realm?"
"The secret realm will come to me at any time."
"But the probability of urban residents encountering a mysterious outbreak is less than five in a thousand."
"That's a high probability."
"Okay..." the teacher said and pointed to Li Qingming's trouser pockets, "Do I have to put my hands in my pockets?"
"My left hand is a watch, and my right hand is a weapon. Whether it's telling the time or killing monsters, I'm the fastest."
"...You! Do you have a weapon in your pocket?"
"Not yet, but I simulate this state all year round."
"...What about...the pocket watch? Can't you use a watch or mobile phone to check the time?"
"This is privacy."
"Okay, okay, what about the breast-holding posture?"
"This is the basic posture for starting and fighting. I have to be ready to surprise or be surprised at any time."
"But you're at school!"
"Isn't school a place to cultivate good habits?"
"Ah...you...I...what the hell..." the psychology teacher calmed down for a long time before asking solemnly, "So, your dream is to become a vanguard soldier?"
"I never dream." Li Qingming said as naturally as breathing, "But I will indeed become a vanguard soldier and eventually die in a secret place."
"...I understand." The teacher wiped his sweat anxiously, looked at Li Qingming carefully and said, "If you are really this kind of person, you must be having a hard time at school, right?"
"all the time."
"Then why do you still come to school..." the teacher said and knocked his head again, "Oh yes... the new regulations require high school graduates to take the elite soldier qualification..."
Just as she was talking to herself, Li Qingming had already stood up: "Go to the toilet."
Only then did the psychology teacher react and quickly turned back to the desk and grabbed a pen: "Wait a minute, the key questions haven't been asked yet. We can't issue a report now."
"Then ask quickly."
"Well, actually there is just one question." The teacher swallowed and asked slowly, "Are you sure you are not escaping? Maybe you are just afraid of social interaction and lack self-confidence, so you place your hope in another world."
"no."
"This is not an answer. I need an explanation." The psychology teacher asked, "The secret realm is full of suspicion and despair. The survival rate of ordinary people is less than 2%. There is also a master who dominates and tortures everything. Wake up, Li Qingming, it’s a hell there!”
"No, this is hell."
"ah?"
Li Qingming had to shake his head and looked back indifferently:
"This world is never worth missing."
"My kind deserve less empathy."
"The air in hell is far fresher than here."
"A zombie who refuses to welcome you is better than all the beauties in the world."
"In addition, there are upgrades and treasures there."
"Not to mention the weird rules and exciting performances."
“So, I’m not going to hell, I’m going home.
“This is hell.
"Do you understand?"
Looking at the light but determined Li Qingming.
The psychology teacher nodded on the spot and waved his pen——
"Discharged! Oh no...healthy!"
As she wrote furiously, she said: "If you use correctness as the standard for your thinking, then you are obviously very wrong, and you may be tied to the binding bed; but if you use self-consistency as the standard, Li Qingming, you will be like this The healthiest one in the school, I wish you go to hell soon...oh no, I wish you become a top soldier soon!"
When she raised her head excitedly and expected a response.
But all I saw was a gradually closing door.
Instead she smiled.
Yes.
You never cared about this evaluation.
He didn't even care about me.
Strange, why am I laughing?
Instead, I became the one who was healed?
what is this? Fighting fire with fire in psychology?
Got it! Thesis title is available!
Haha I did it!
I won’t stay at this shitty school for another day!
