Looking at Zhulong's actions, Zhan Jingyi shook his head and said nothing. He actually thought that Zhulong's action just now was too reckless. If he hadn't struck quickly, he might have died.
Soon, the cold fog dissipated in the area where Zhulong was just now, and then the ice lings disappeared.
But the students sitting around were all frozen there, but the strange thing was that every student had a weak smile on their face.
Seeing this scene, Zhan Jingyi suddenly understood why Xiao Pingtou's death was so weird.
It turned out that he was not pushed to death by Zhulong, but was frozen to death by the cold air.
When people are freezing to death, they will feel extremely hot, even so hot that you want to take off your clothes. In fact, you will occasionally encounter a naked corpse on snowy mountains like some high peaks, all for this reason. .
Moreover, when people who are frozen to death are on the verge of death, their body temperature will begin to drop, making people feel light and light, and a smile will appear on their faces unconsciously.
The little flat head just now and these students in front of me are probably in the same situation.
It's just that the cold mist is too overbearing. These ordinary students die too quickly, so there are not many signs of struggle, so there is a slight smile on the corners of their mouths.
"This place... is unbearable!"
Leaning against the wall, Zhulong kept panting, and the large beads of sweat on his forehead had soaked a large area of the ground.
Hearing his complaint, Zhan Jingyi ignored him and looked out the window.
At this moment, the figure outside the window has disappeared.
The first time a figure appeared, it was Xiao Pingtou who died; the second time it appeared, it almost killed Zhulong.
This scene always feels so familiar, especially like going to school when you were a child. During self-study, you may think that there is no teacher watching you, so you can talk or watch freely, or even move around.
But in fact, the teacher will always inadvertently stand in the corner outside the window, staring at every move in the classroom from the window.
If the teacher finds out that any student dares to go to self-study and wanders around, or is lazy, he will rush in and bombard you to let you know why the flowers are so red.
But at this moment, who is that figure outside the window just now?
This question couldn't help but make Zhan Jingyi ponder. He turned back to look at the other students and found that these students had no care at all for the classmates who were frozen to death, just like they did for the dead little crew chief, and even looked a little gloating.
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"Zhulong, come here quickly and sit down. get out of class isn't over yet. Don't let any problems arise again!"
Seeing Zhulong still moving there, Zhan Jingyi frowned and urged Zhulong to speak.
Zhulong shook his head and said with a forced smile: "Okay, Captain, I just don't want to move right now."
"Then just take a rest!"
Seeing that Zhulong really didn't want to move, Zhan Jingyi nodded and strode towards the students. He wanted to see if there were any other clues.
Zhulong really didn't want to move, his limbs were abnormally stiff, and he seemed to have frostbite. Thanks to being a mutant, his body's recovery ability was strong enough, otherwise the injury might have been more serious and would have left him paralyzed.
While moving his limbs hard, he also looked around, especially focusing on the window on one side.
Just as he walked slowly and was about to find a seat to sit down, he suddenly saw the students who were still alive, holding textbooks in their hands, but without exception, their eyes were quietly squinting at him.
In the cold eyes of these people, in addition to gloating, there is also a strong sense of contempt.
Such strange looks made Zhulong a little confused, thinking that these NPCs dared to laugh at him, so he couldn't help but said with some embarrassment: "You..."
"careful……"
At this moment, a low shout suddenly reached his ears. It was Zhan Jingyi's voice, and Zhulong was startled.
Outside the window behind him, a blurry human face gradually became clearer. His black eyes stared at Zhulong's back, his mouth opened, and he let out a weird laugh.
The weird laughter made people's scalp tingle.
Zhulong subconsciously searched for the sound and looked back, and saw the strange face on the window, staring directly at him.
This time, because he was very close, Zhulong could see the face clearly.
That's a very weird face, no! Strictly speaking, this is not a face, more like an ugly mask.
This mask gives people a strong sense of discomfort. Its color is brown and lifeless, and it looks like skin that has become withered and old after a long period of oxidation.
The mask is covered with deep wrinkles, which spread irregularly, like the surface of a stone eroded by wind and rain, or like the intricate lines on an old tree trunk.
These wrinkles have lines of varying thickness, rough edges, and even sharp angles in some places, reminding people of muscles or bones that have dried up due to aging.
If someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder sees such a mask, it will indeed give people a strong urge to smooth out those wrinkles, just like trying to restore an extruded and deformed object to its original shape.
What makes people feel even more weird is that there is no nose on this mask, only two empty eyes and a big mouth. From the mouth, you can see neatly arranged sharp teeth, as if they want to choose people to eat.
Moreover, this mouth has no lips, only a few vertical and horizontal cracks, as if to mock all viewers, making it impossible for people to judge whether it is happy or angry.
At this moment, it was from this mouth that bursts of weird laughter came out, which made people shudder.
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"Holy shit!"
Seeing this extremely weird mask, all the hairs on Zhulong's body stood up. He cursed in his heart and hurriedly swayed his body to run towards Zhan Jingyi.
Soon, as he ran, the wet water stains on the ground quickly began to form a layer of frost. Seeing all this, Zhulong felt his scalp numb.
Having just tried the power of the frost, Zhulong did not dare to be careless this time.
At this time, Zhulong didn't care about his body that had not yet recovered, and suddenly jumped up, like a gecko, crawling quickly on the wall regardless of gravity, showing his heroic appearance as a superman.
While crawling quickly, he loaded a few special bullets into his pistol, raised his hand and shot towards the window where the black shadow was.
"Bang!" "Bang!"...
Several rounds of special bullets hit the glass, but even though sparks were flying everywhere, the glass didn't even crack.
The bullet bounced off the glass and landed on the podium. A burst of blue arc flashed, dust flew up, and the concrete podium was dented and broken. The shattered podium ejected gravels of different sizes.
Several students sitting in the front row had several holes punched through their bodies by the cement blocks, and they looked like they would not survive.
Zhulong was horrified when he saw several rounds of special bullets hitting the glass. The glass seemed to be able to be easily broken without leaving even the slightest trace.
"How can this be!"
In Zhulong's horrified eyes, apart from disbelief, his next second reaction was to run!
In such a weird and terrifying space, it is completely unfair. Even the special bullets cannot break the glass. This is too unreasonable. Here, they have no possibility of counterattack except waiting to die.
As if angered by his attack, the black shadow behind the glass seemed to be furious. As Zhulong ran quickly, the surroundings around him were covered by cold fog, and the biting coldness struck again.
For a moment, Zhulong's eyes couldn't help but reveal despair and fear.
At this moment, he cast his last gaze on Zhan Jingyi. He knew that the captain would definitely not watch him being killed, and he would definitely be able to save him.
…
Just when Zhulong was attacking the black shadow on the window, Zhan Jingyi also took out his pistol. He hesitated for a moment, but instead of using special bullets, he loaded a few ordinary bullets into the magazine.
Soon, the black gun's muzzle was aimed at the glass window where the black shadow was.
"boom!"
As Zhan Jingyi pulled the trigger, and with the sound of his head shattering, Zhulong smelled a strong smell of blood, and the blood was mixed with an indescribable smell.
When he looked back, he saw that the student sitting at the window had his head gone, and blood was mixed with white liquid, covering the glass.
The blood stains also obscured the view of the face behind the glass.
Then, the cold air around him disappeared. When Zhulong noticed this change, he quickly threw himself on the nearby desk and learned to sit down with Zhan Jingyi.
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