003/Qiliu
The scene in front of them is obviously beyond the cognition of most people.
The head teacher knelt limply on the ground, facing the wall, like a statue of a pilgrim.
The body on the ground was dragged into the wall, as if swallowed by a black hole, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.
The body disappeared, but the strange chewing sound did not stop.
I don't know who was the first to scream. The classroom door was opened and the students rushed out.
Facing the unknown, escape is a survival instinct; everyone wants to get further away from that terrifying black shadow, and is even more afraid that they will become the next prey.
Sports committee member Chen Jian, who was sitting in the back row, was the first to rush out.
He took a look and saw that their classroom was on the third floor, but the elevator stopped on the sixth floor. There were many people blocking the elevator door, pressing the down button frantically.
After a brief consideration, Chen Jian rushed to the stairs.
There are many people who have the same choice as him.
Moreover, there is more than one such shadow.
The Sports Committee turned his head and through the window, he could see that every classroom was filled with blood.
Some are teachers and some are classmates.
There are brave people waving brooms and hitting the shadows on the ground, but they can only hit a piece of air in vain.
But most of them are ordinary people like him. Some people didn't even see what was happening and just fled in a hurry with the flow of people.
People cannot attack shadows on a flat surface.
This realization sparked greater despair.
Chen Jian was so frightened that he was almost dizzy, but the burst of adrenaline left him no time to grieve.
He was tall and fast, and became one of the first people to rush to the stairs. There were a few classmates scattered behind him.
I wonder if the school forgot to turn on the corridor lights. Only the green emergency light board was on the entire staircase, guiding the direction.
In the chaotic flow of people, Chen Jian heard someone shouting: "Stop crowding! Be careful of stepping on! Wow - someone fell down! Stop crowding -"
Chen Jian heard his father lecture on economics before, and he talked about the "trampled effect", which means that everyone wants to sell assets, so the selling price becomes lower and lower. So he must learn to be a calm hunter.
But his father never told him that a real stampede would be bloody!
The smell of blood spread, irritating everyone's already fragile nerves.
Chen Jian was the first to arrive on the ground floor.
He rushed out of the corridor, and there was finally light in the corridor and hall. In front of me is the familiar door of the teaching building.
It's daytime now, the door is open, and the playground outside is shrouded in deep black fog.
Chen Jian's joy only lasted for a moment.
Because, he soon discovered. Those things that look dark are not fog.
But shadows squeezed together one after another.
Like candy stuffed in a sealed jar.
They blocked the door and made a cold mockery. These black shadows actually had sharp fangs when they laughed. It's like waiting for prey to walk into your mouth.
Chen Jian's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.
And behind the scenes he didn't notice.
The slender black shadow lurking on the ground moved slightly.
**
Inside the classroom.
The squad leader tremblingly took out his mobile phone and wanted to call the police, but there was only a busy tone from the mobile phone.
He frantically wiped the blood spots on his face with his sleeve, making his face turn red. His face was pale and he looked like he might faint at any moment.
The shadow did not continue to move.
It disappeared into the wall as if it had never been there.
The monitor's cell phone fell to the ground. After a while, he rushed to the trash can and vomited crazily.
For a group of middle school students who have not yet taken the college entrance examination, this scene is still too exciting.
It was also the first time that Yingzhou faced this weird scene. Perhaps the brain's protective mechanism was at work. Yingzhou felt as if he was living in a dream, and everything around him felt light.
He felt that maybe he should vomit, or show more emotion, because the head teacher had been good to him in the past three years.
In a group, if you act too indifferent, you will be easily excluded.
But he couldn't cry.
Yingzhou quickly found a reason for his cold-bloodedness.
Growing up, he went to the hospital more times than to shopping malls, and he had seen too many bloody scenes.
Only by being numb enough can we live better.
There are not many people left in the classroom.
Yuan Wenxin said at this time: "You have been looking at the place where the head teacher disappeared for a long time. What are you thinking about?"
Yingzhou lowered his head and said slowly: "Blood."
Yuan Wenxin looked very interested in this: "Huh?"
"It splashed on my shoes." Yingzhou thought for a moment and expressed his true thoughts.
He had a hunch that Yuan Wenxin would not be surprised.
Teenagers, no matter how indifferent they are, are probably longing for recognition deep down.
Sure enough, Yuan Wenxin laughed happily after being stunned for a second.
Yingzhou stood up, and Yuan Wenxin followed him: "If I were you, I wouldn't walk around. Have you heard of quantum mechanics? Time and space are not parallel lines, but aggregates... Generally speaking , a place where someone has just died will be safer. It’s like the CD period of a skill.”
Yingzhou came to the podium, where there were still splatters of blood. But the head teacher did disappear.
He saw his own shadow, lying meekly on the ground, nothing unusual.
The words Yuan Wenxin sent him on social software didn't look like they were aimless.
"Only when there is light can there be shadow. If you turn off the light source, will the shadow disappear?"
Yuan Wenxin raised his eyebrows: "Yes. But once the strangeness starts to revive, it will not stop."
So Yingzhou reached out and turned off all the lights in the classroom.
Visibility suddenly became extremely low.
"Do shadows only attack their own masters?"
The head teacher's shadow only dragged him away.
Yuan Wenxin thought for a moment: "Yes at first. But it will evolve."
Yingzhou took a deep breath and asked the question he was most concerned about: "Does this ghost thing have anything to do with you?"
Although he was extremely restrained, Yingzhou's tone still revealed vigilance and hostility.
Yuanwen thought to himself that Tai Sui was indeed no ordinary person. The familiar head teacher disappeared in front of him, but he still remained calm and thinking.
For this kind of person, even if he encounters a strange incident, his probability of survival will be slightly higher than that of ordinary people.
Yuan Wenxin replied: "I think it doesn't matter."
"The research institute also discovered it after a long time. Where people with superpowers appear, they are more likely to encounter strange creatures. Probably because the two are the source of each other's evolution.
"Another piece of evidence for this conclusion is that after death, a person with superpowers will definitely become a strange creature. Both superpowers and strange creatures are new lives on the same evolutionary sequence. One is very different from humans. Far monster."
Yuan Wenxin walked to the blackboard and wiped it lightly with his finger.
A ball of black ashes appeared on his fingertips: "The lowest level E-level scourge, shadow. It has no entity and will parasitize the main body on a certain human being."
"Of course, not all weird creatures can be called scourges. Although some things are not human, they are equally harmless to humans and animals. Disasters are different. Whether they are subjective or passive, their existence will harm humans themselves..."
It's like Tai Sui who blooms.
When he said this, Yuan Wenxin's expression inevitably fell into deep thought.
Then, Yuan Wenxin laughed gently: "But human beings are not invulnerable, right? Why are some people born inferior? Why do some people spend their entire lives living at the bottom? Why does the law not protect the weak? It's about balance. Our society, our order, hurts people every day."
Yingzhou frowned: "Did you bring these things?"
After all, Yuan Wenxin's words sound like an evil villain with a strong sense of conviction.
Yuan Wenxin shook his head: "You misunderstood. I am far from being able to attract the resurrection of strange creatures. A hungry beggar may want to eat a mouse, but he will not eat passing ants."
But perhaps, their rebirth did bring about some butterfly effects.
In the previous life, the strange recovery slowly came into public view after a year. In the past, it would only appear on a small scale in inaccessible places.
Yuan Wenxin went to the Strange Realm one year in advance to obtain the matching evolutionary source; although he had only just begun to alienate, he was indeed a step ahead of others.
The atmosphere was very quiet for a while.
The squad leader was still squatting in the corner, sobbing and crying, with tears and snot running all over his body, but he didn't even dare to cry too loudly.
"Do you know how to get out of here?" Ying Zhou asked in a low voice.
Yuan Wenxin leaned against the wall and replied: "The first method is to solve the scourge in the mysterious realm, and the closed magnetic field will naturally disappear. The second method is to take the initiative to remove the scourge from the mysterious realm; it will lurk in other places. , until next time.”
The squad leader, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly stood up and said in the darkness: "You have special powers! Since you know the way, why don't you save people!?"
His eyes were red and he was breathing heavily. There were still warm tears in the corners of his eyes.
Yuan Wenxin was silent for a long time.
Yingzhou instinctively noticed that the surrounding temperature dropped slightly.
Yuan Wenxin sneered: "Will solving this kind of thing bring me any benefit? Just because I am a superpower, am I obligated to protect you? Your life is life, isn't mine?"
This statement sounded too sharp, bringing the already disunited small group to the brink of collapse.
But Yingzhou didn't make a sound to adjust, but slowly fell into deep thought.
There were footsteps outside the door. After a while, Lin Xinrui walked in, feeling lost.
She didn't look in good condition, and her usually decent school uniform was in a mess.
Lin Xinrui walked into the classroom numbly. The moment she saw Ying Zhou, her mood completely collapsed.
"Yingzhou... what should I do now?" She narrated confusedly, "I took the elevator. There were many people inside. She was standing next to me. I remember she used her lipstick on me during the class break. In the elevator The shadow grabbed her neck and pulled her up. She shouted "Help". We were all grabbing her body, trying to pull her back. Was it because we were too strong and she was torn apart... ...I was so scared that I let go of my hand, and then she was pulled away. The elevator showed that it had reached the first floor, but it was impossible to get out of the first floor. It was completely dark outside. The people who entered were completely silent.
"There are teachers below who are maintaining order and telling us to stay where we are and not move. But I can't stand it. There are shadows everywhere and people disappear."
Before Yingzhou could say her comforting words, she saw a figure in school uniform flash past the window behind her.
Upright.
"Boom", a muffled sound.
Yingzhou was stunned, quickly came to the window, and looked down.
Someone jumped off the building. The windows on the rooftop of the teaching building are not sealed.
Lin Xinrui said that it was pitch black outside the lobby door on the first floor, shrouded in thick black mist.
But from Yingzhou's perspective, it's a normal playground outside. Just empty.
It's only ten o'clock in the morning, which is very early. But it looks like night. The street lights in the playground are on, and there are even some small flying mosquitoes coming and going under the lights.
No.
Yingzhou quickly retracted his previous thoughts.
There are people on the playground.
A familiar face was standing under the streetlight. The moment he raised his head, he happened to look into Yingzhou's eyes.
It's Zhou Mingzhe who hasn't come to the classroom yet today.
Zhou Mingzhe's face was extremely pale, and his pupils could not be seen clearly, as if they were all white.
Yingzhou subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but the other party slowly raised his hand, smiled, and made a "3" with his fingers.
It means the third floor.
Maybe three minutes.
Or countdown to three two one.
Obviously, that was not Zhou Mingzhe.
Zhou Mingzhe began to move towards the teaching building, neither fast nor slow. Just like ordinary people.
Yingzhou closed the curtains and asked: "Yuan Wenxin. Is there any way to kill the evil?"
Yuan Wenxin asked as if he had heard a joke: "You are an ordinary person and you still want to kill the evil?"
Yingzhou shook his head: "I don't want to. But it seems like it wants to kill me."
