Chapter 840 The assessment begins (5000)
The pain buried deep in my heart has eased, and the soul standing next to the tombstone seems to have seen a way home.
No. 4 stopped struggling and let the starlight penetrate the thick fog composed of death. This feeling was extremely familiar.
He vaguely remembered that every time he begged for death, there would always be a person who stubbornly came to persuade him. That person did useless work again and again, until finally, every time he was about to beg for death, there would be something in his mind. I felt like the figure of that person emerged.
The tense nerves relaxed a little, No. 4 spread out his fingers and looked at the light in his palm.
The power that can heal the soul is never very strong. It is like the eternal starlight, shining on the desolate heart, gentle, silent, and never leaving.
After the treatment, Han Fei received a prompt from the system. The treatment was very successful, the healing personality was strengthened, and Han Fei himself also gained resistance to death. As for the patient's condition, it is not within the scope of the system's prompts.
"Do you feel better?" Han Fei retracted his hands, the bridge that touched his soul was broken, and the death wish in No. 4's eyes that was about to be suppressed calmed down.
No. 4 neither nodded nor shook his head. His eyes were softer, but his mouth was still tough: "There are many people with healing personalities. You are obviously not the person I want to see."< br>
“Wait until you can’t suppress yourself to death next time You can come to me when you feel like it, not just you..." Han Fei looked at the other students in Class 7: "If you have any problems with your personality or spirit, you can come to me. No matter what, I am yours. Teacher, I will be responsible for each of you.”
The atmosphere was already in place, and Han Fei wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to his classmates, but the sound of chaotic footsteps in the corridor interrupted his mood.
"Teacher Gao, please come out." Director Ya stood outside the door and waved to Han Fei. His face looked very bad, as if he hadn't slept all night.
"What happened?" Han Fei held on to the edge of the desk and stood up with all his strength. Anyone who looked at him would feel that his condition had worsened again.
"Teacher Ma has not come back since he left school last night. I heard from the students that he seemed to have been chatting with you alone for a while last night? Do you know where he went?" Han Fei's figure was reflected in the director's eyes. His eyes gradually became different from those of normal people, as if he was using some kind of ability on Han Fei.
"He is very afraid of today's assessment and wants to exchange his black sign for my white sign. Of course I will not agree. If I enter the black building in my current state, I will definitely die." Han Fei has a master level Acting skills, and being a professional actor, it is not an ordinary difficulty to find the flaws in his words.
Director Ya looked confused. He had also suspected Han Fei, but after all considerations, Han Fei had no ability to kill Ma Jing.
Standing outside Class 7, Director Ya frowned and thought. He did not notice that the students and teachers of Class 7 were performing.
In two days, the students and the person in charge each solved a teacher.
"Come to the office with me first. The other teachers are also here. Let's discuss tonight's assessment." Less than twenty-four hours before the assessment, two teachers were killed in a row. This was also very unusual in previous years. Happens less.
Entering the conference room in the office building, other teachers were already in place. The principal was sitting alone at the end of the conference table, with an ominous atmosphere surrounding him.
"Principal, everyone is here." Director Ya motioned Han Fei to sit down. As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the conference room closed automatically, and the thick curtains were pulled shut by an invisible force. The temperature in the room Begins to decrease rapidly.
"I am often absent from school. Many people may have forgotten why I can become the principal."
The eerie voice rang in everyone's ears, and the principal's voice was like a sharp blade soaked in venom. Stabs into the soul.
“Some of you made deals with underworld merchants, some kept prohibited items privately, some believed in evil gods and sacrificed half of their memories, and some of you united with the survivors of other strongholds in an attempt to destroy what I built with my own hands. School.”
The principal raised his head, and no teacher dared to look at him.
"Human nature is inherently selfish. It is normal for you to make choices that are more beneficial to you, but nothing can cross the line."
Raising his arm, the principal took out a black box from under the table. He pushed the black box in front of Zhang Menglan, the leader of Class 8: "Open it."
Zhang Menglan, who was not sure why, opened the lid of the black box. When she looked into the black box, her whole face turned pale in an instant. .
There is a human head in the black box. The man is handsome and handsome. His eyes are wide open and his pupils are full of anger and unwillingness.
“I know that your boyfriend of eleven years has not died. I also know that you have lived and died together in disasters and had various touching experiences. I appreciate your loyalty to love, but This is not the reason for you to hook up with outsiders." The principal rarely asked anything. Every sentence he said was the final conclusion and represented a sentence.
"I didn't collude with outsiders! I didn't do anything to regret the school!" After Zhang Menglan was briefly absent-minded, she was overwhelmed by endless pain. She seemed to have lost all her strength. If Yan Lan hadn't helped her, she might have sat down directly. On the ground.
"Maybe you didn't mean to betray the school, but he really wants to subvert this place." Director Ya poured some blood-stained documents on the table: "Your boyfriend is the biggest in Area C. The messenger at the survivor base, the turmoil around the school in recent days has something to do with him."
"Impossible! He is just a human being. Ordinary people who have not yet awakened!"
"You love him deeply and believe in him, but he is taking advantage of your relationship. Perhaps in his eyes, the lives of the survivors of the stronghold are more important than yours. The love between people is too precious." Director Ya was destroying Zhang Menglan's psychological defense step by step, while Han Fei, who was sitting on the edge, picked up the blood-stained document and read it.
Before the disaster, the total population of the major urban areas in Xinhu exceeded 20 million, but now there are less than one million living people remaining in the city, mainly concentrated in the three major survivor strongholds. They are: The Disaster Investigation Bureau in Area C, the Free Port in Area D, and the New City of Hope built on the edge of the city.
Among them, Hope New Town has the largest population, hosting nearly half a million people. They have found a new way of survival after the disaster.
The Freeport is connected to other cities and is a key transportation hub controlled by mankind. A large number of residents with special personalities fight to save it.
The Disaster Investigation Bureau has the smallest number of people among the three strongholds, with less than 50,000 people. However, it is the only stronghold that goes deep into the city. It is also the only one that is still fighting head-on with ghosts and monsters, seizing various parts of the city. A stronghold of similar buildings.
But these were not the most attractive things to Han Fei. His eyes stopped on a page of the report. On the blood-stained paper was a photo of the female director of the Disaster Investigation Bureau.
Han Fei could hardly believe his eyes. The female director was none other than Li Xue many years later.
"If everything goes in the worst direction, if I don't succeed in preventing the consciousness of Gao Xing and the dream, then everything I experience in the memory world of Gao Xing Shrine may become reality one day in the future."
< br>Looking at the information about Li Xue, it turns out that the former teachers and brothers of the female director of the Investigation Bureau all died in the disaster. They used their flesh and blood to buy time for the survivors and tried their best to prevent the disaster from happening, but they still failed in the end.
"Gao Gao deduced the worst future in the shrine memory world. In order to ensure that this future will happen, he should not kill Li Xue in reality."
On the table The information opened Han Fei's horizons and gave him a more comprehensive understanding of the city.
The three major strongholds together have a population of nearly 700,000, and the remaining living people are scattered in the city. Many of them are like "schools" and have become food and sacrifices for ghosts.
Ghosts need negative emotions and despair, so they will not kill all living people. They will only make people live in a desperate situation of darkness and stimulate human nature to distort into even uglier things.
In the conference room, only Han Fei was flipping through the information anxiously. Everyone else was so nervous that they didn’t dare to speak. Each of them had done something wrong. In the past, the principal didn’t investigate, and everyone just turned a blind eye. It would be over if he closed his eyes, but when the foundation of the school was shaken, the principal put everything on the table.
"A teacher was killed and a teacher disappeared. Are they related to your boyfriend?" The principal looked at Zhang Menglan calmly: "Cover the piggy's eyes, they will You won’t see how beautiful it is outside. Besides, what if the so-called Hope New City is another school?”
Zhang Menglan’s boyfriend spread information about other survivor strongholds near the school, secretly recruiting and Destroying the school-centered system here violates the principal's bottom line.
"Now that the school is short of manpower, I won't hold you accountable for anything, not in the future." The principal said he would not hold you accountable, but the words coming out of his mouth formed a sharp contrast with the bleeding head on the table. How can people who do business with Black House during a catastrophe be merciful?
"I'm not interested in what any of you here have done or what you are hiding, and I don't want to interfere, but if you screw up what I told you, then what's in this box next time may be your heads. "The principal closed the lid of the black box and took out eight lists: "Write the names of all the students who participated in the assessment. There must be no accidents tonight."
The assessment list on the conference room table is more like this. It is a death list, and the most cruel and dark blood sacrifice will begin tonight.
Some teachers started writing immediately after getting the list, and some teachers held the pen tightly but could not write a word. They knew that every name represented a living human life.
"Ma Jing is missing. I will lead his third class tonight." The principal stood up with the black box and looked down at everyone: "In addition, I warn you again, don't have any luck. What is in front of you There is only one way to survive, and that is to help the school to complete the sacrifice."
The conference room was silent. After the principal left with the black box, no one dared to breathe.
Zhang Menglan woke up from her trance. Her nails dug into her flesh and blood flowed out from between her nails. However, she seemed not to notice at all and gritted her teeth tightly.
"Those outside survivors are not necessarily good people. The principal is responsible for the lives of all living people in the school and surrounding areas. I do not expect you to understand him, but I hope you will stop doing stupid things. "Director Ya sighed: "Death may also be a relief, no more struggling."
Teachers left one after another. When Wang Chuqing passed by Zhang Menglan, he wanted to comfort her, but he saw Zhang Menglan. The words on his lips were still not spoken.
In the end, only Zhang Menglan, Yan Lan and Han Fei were left in the huge conference room. Yan Lan didn't know how to comfort Zhang Menglan. All she could do was stay with Zhang Menglan.
Han Fei took this time to memorize all the information in those documents. The Disaster Investigation Bureau in Area C has been contacting various schools deep in the city. Those who ignore their own safety and travel through the city Members of the Bureau of Investigation are called couriers.
"Obviously they haven't even awakened their personality, but they still dare to deliver messages in a city where ghosts are rampant. They may be the true possessors of fearless personality." Han Fei admires such people very much. In any era, no matter how bad the situation is, There will always be people who stand up without hesitation, trying to hold up the collapsing sky with their backs.
"Are you hinting at something?" Yan Lan, as the possessor of a fearless personality, disliked Han Fei's way of speaking.
“I just feel it’s a pity that you obviously have the strength to crush ghosts and have invincible combat power, but you can only escort the sacrifices to the ghosts. On the contrary, those who can’t even struggle in front of the ghosts Ordinary people, but they are doing the right thing one after another..." Before Han Fei could finish speaking, he felt an astonishing killing intent. Yan Lan stood next to the conference table, her finger bones intertwined with the metal, making a terrifying sound. .
"You want to kill me? Do you dare? Can you do it?" Han Fei also stood up. He walked to Zhang Menglan and completely ignored Yan Lan: "I can't Comforting, but I want to tell you that tonight may be an opportunity."
He leaned into Zhang Menglan's ear and lowered his voice, as if the devil was singing: "An opportunity to kill the principal."< br>
"Don't listen to him!" Yan Lan pushed Han Fei away and stared at him warily: "This person is very dangerous."
"Of course it will be dangerous if you do the right thing." Han Fei supported him Desk: "If you also have children, would you like to see them being sold and selected like piglets in a pet market?"
Putting down the blood-stained documents, Han Fei said nothing more, Head outside.
Back in Class 7, Han Fei wrote the words "self-study" on the blackboard, then moved a chair and sat next to student No. 2: "Teacher Ma Jing was killed, the principal will lead his Class 3 What are your plans to take the assessment?”
Han Fei wanted to prove himself by touching the secrets deep in his soul, but what he didn’t expect was his own consciousness. After entering No. 2's mind, what he saw was a blank.
"My way of thinking is different from normal people, so you can't see anything." No. 2 took a pen and drew something on the homework book.
"Teacher, please don't interfere in our affairs." Squad leader No. 5 came over: "You only need to lead us out of school tonight and help us take care of the children with lower numbers. ."
"Yes Are you sure?"
"Your ability is to heal, so of course you have to be responsible for logistics. How can you send medical soldiers to fight on the front line?" No. 4 smiled disdainfully. He already had feelings for Han Fei. There has been a big change, at least now he can take the initiative to talk to Han Fei.
"Is there a possibility that I am also very strong?" Han Fei felt that these students did not understand him well.
"It's not a question of whether you are strong or not." No. 2 has finished drawing his work, which is two blooming flowers: "No one will take action tonight except No. 1."
" You let him fight against the principal alone?"
Han Fei was shocked. He turned to look at the tall No. 1, who was also looking at him with a smile: "I am The eldest brother of all children will naturally stand in front of them. "
"Teacher, don't worry, No. 2 has considered hundreds of different situations, and we have several escape routes even if we fail." Blinking mysteriously: "The messenger from the Investigation Bureau will not die in vain."
The class bell rang, and Han Fei started studying again.
The quarrels outside the school did not stop until the evening. Night was the time for ghost activities. Crowds gathering would attract ghosts, and those dirty things would mix in the crowd and follow some people home.
“It’s time to go.”
Weird music came from the campus radio, and the bell rang three times in a row.
Students in each class were ready. After the last ray of light fell into the horizon, the children walked out of the classroom one by one.
After the principal personally checked the list and confirmed that all students were present, he opened the back door of the school that had been closed.
The rust fell off, the dull sound was particularly harsh in the night, and the cold breath poured into the campus.
Looking at the unknown darkness outside the door, all the students were extremely nervous, with some fear on their immature faces. No one knew what would greet them next.
The clock upstairs in the campus office moves slowly, and time passes by while waiting.
As the night deepened and the buildings in the distance were completely submerged in darkness, the principal opened the glass bottle under his black robe, and he released a seriously injured resentment.
In front of all the students, the principal tore up the resentment and smeared the breath of resentment on every student.
"If you want to make ghosts and ghosts fly away, you must have a will that is more terrifying than them. This is not something that can be taught to you in class. It can only be tempered between life and death and despair."
"A special personality with weak will The owner can easily turn into a ghost after death, so what we need is not special Personality, but a determined and unwavering demon slayer!"
"Everyone is ready to go!"
The young faces have firm expressions. , their eyes sparkled with a light rarely seen in a catastrophe. Because they were naive and ignorant, they retained the best expectations.
Watching those bright eyes disappear into the dark night, Han Fei slowly clenched his hands, lowered the brim of his hat, and waved behind him.
"Class 7, follow up!" (End of Chapter)