"What the hell? It grows on students' bodies... Isn't that what I think it means..." A student in the audience muttered.

The older female teacher immediately turned back: "Shh!"

She looked solemn, and pressed her lips with her index finger to gesture to the student who made the noise, indicating that he could not speak.

The student was stunned for a moment and immediately fell silent.

There was a sudden silence in the auditorium, and the absolute silence made the crackling of charcoal on the stage seem even more abrupt.

The players who played the role of students were so nervous that they almost held their breath. They already had a premonition of what they were going to experience next, and they were racking their brains to find a solution.

"I believe that the new students who have entered the school must be looking forward to the moment when they receive the school badge!"

The short principal raised his arms high, and the light from the charcoal fire illuminated his face red and shiny. The paranoid and fanatical look on his face was like that of a sick cultist.

Qi Jiu had long noticed that whether it was the minimalist architectural pattern inside the church or the countless white columns extending along both sides of the wall, they all overlapped with the image of the church he was in in his dream.

However, the windows on the four walls of the church are wide open, and bright sunlight fills every corner of the building. Being inside gives people a grand, open and calm feeling.

The windows on all sides of the school auditorium are sealed. Although the sun is scorching outside, not a ray of sunlight can shine into the auditorium. It is always dark, depressing and humid. Being in it feels like being in the deepest part of a tomb.

The pattern and structure of the first one are similar, but they give people a sense of gap between heaven and hell.

After entering the auditorium, Qi Ku kept thinking, what is the relationship between the bright church in the dream and this gloomy auditorium? There is obviously a connection between the two, but what kind of connection it is, there are not enough clues yet.

It can be confirmed.

"Next, all new students are invited to come to the stage in an orderly manner. Before receiving the school badge, we need to silently read the school rules and oath." The principal continued to announce to everyone.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, the collective oath sounds more like some kind of strange religious ritual.

Seeing that the freshmen made no next move, the smile on the principal's face was strangely stiff. He urged: "Come up quickly, students, don't wait any longer, the time is almost up!"

"Teachers, don't just stand around. Our new classmates may not be able to adapt to the new campus life. As teachers, you should guide them well!"

The principal spoke, and the dean took the lead and dragged Qi Xiaonian, who was closest to him, towards the stage.

Qi Xiaonian was stunned for a moment and hurriedly shook off his hand: "Don't bother the teacher anymore, I can go up by myself."

With that said, he walked onto the stage where the charcoal pot was burning.

Qi Xiaonian's attitude was very firm but not rude, leaving the dean speechless.

Although everyone was a little hesitant, they finally walked to the stage one after another. Although they were very reluctant, dragging them on like this was not the answer...

After all the students lined up and stood on the stage, the principal looked them over several times with satisfaction: "Please recite the "New Student Admission Code" and take the oath."

Seeing no movement from the students, the principal showed dissatisfaction and raised his voice to urge: "Please recite the "Rules for Admission to Freshmen" and take the oath immediately!"

"You can't do anything that harms school staff, you can't trust anyone except the teacher, and the school prohibits any feudal superstitious activities... As students, we must absolutely obey the teacher's arrangements."

At the urging of the principal, the student players stood on the stage and recited the newly obtained admission rules and regulations. Although their voices were irregular, everyone who was afraid of violating the principal's order and triggering the taboo of death spoke.

The dissatisfaction on the principal's face gradually faded, and he looked at everyone happily: "Very good, very good."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and two young NPC male teachers immediately brought an iron table onto the stage. Everyone noticed that the iron table was equipped with shackles and other punishment props.

The students who had just been forced to complete the oath all showed a look of horror. The smile on the principal's face widened: "Students, don't be afraid, because the process of distributing school badges may be a bit painful. For our safety, these look scary."

The props are necessary, but you don’t have to worry, the pain is short-lived. When the school emblem grows on your skin and remains in your body forever, you will gain eternal peace and salvation."

As he said that, the principal picked up the red-hot fire seal and said, "Please spread your hands, both left and right, and the school emblem will be forever printed on the palm of your hand."

Everyone: "..."

A tense atmosphere filled the auditorium, and the crackling sound of the flames became more intense.

Everyone unconsciously tightened their palms, and just imagining the pain of being branded with fire marks on their palms made them tremble all over.

Judging from the current development, the identity of the students in this copy is very passive.

But is the teacher really relatively lucky? Qi Jiu would not make a conclusion so early.

Qi Jiu glanced at another player who had also obtained the status of a teacher out of the corner of his eye. He saw this pale young man staring at the stage intently. His originally dull eyes were extremely bright at this moment.

He seemed to be enjoying watching the perverted scene in front of him.

Qi Jiu frowned imperceptibly. According to ordinary people's thinking, facing the current situation, it is understandable that a player who has obtained the status of a teacher would feel scared and happy while sympathizing with the student players. But the other party

His expression was too excited.

Qi Jiu turned his attention back to the stage.

A tall girl with long black hair walked forward calmly and said in an indifferent manner: "Don't torture me, I promise I won't struggle, don't worry."

Facing the principal, who was much shorter than her, the girl with long, straight black hair spread her left hand, and the corners of her lips seemed to raise upwards: "Let's get started, principal."

Her posture was too calm and could even be called elegant, as if she was inviting the other party to a ball.

The principal was stunned for a moment, then let out an uncomfortable chuckle: "Very good, I appreciate this classmate's positive and brave attitude."

As he spoke, he raised the red-hot fire seal and pressed it hard on the palm of the girl in front of him——

"Zizzizi..." The sound of skin and flesh curling up due to heat was infinitely amplified in the dead silence, making all the students present feel their scalps numb.

But the girl who was being tortured still had a calm and calm face, as if the person being pressed on the palm of her hand with a hot iron was not her.

Obviously, this girl with long black hair and straight hair used props.

When the principal removed the dark red fire mark from her hand, she even raised her hand in front of the spotlight, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at the red, swollen and black mark on her palm with a critical look: "That's it.

Okay? Thank you, principal."

After speaking, she walked off the stage under the guidance of the young male teacher.

"Next one," the principal continued impassionedly.

The boy who was pushed forward this time was not so calm. His face was pale and his lips were trembling. He begged the principal in an almost desperate voice: "I...can I...not print the school badge for the time being?"

The principal looked at him intently for a moment, his face and smile unchanged: "Dear students, please recite the fifth article of the "Rules for Admission of New Students."

The boy was stunned for a moment and said nothing

The principal put away his smile, lowered his voice and repeated: "Please recite the fifth article of the "Rules for Admission of Freshmen"!"

The boy was immediately startled and recited with a trembling voice: "... As students, we must absolutely obey the teacher's arrangements."

The principal smiled again: "That's right. Remember, don't ask such ridiculous questions in the future. Just hold out your hand."

The boy's face turned pale, and he was trembling more and more now. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, but just when the fire mark was about to be burned into his palm, the boy suddenly hid behind like a frightened rabbit.

Upon seeing this, the two NPC male teachers immediately rushed over and tried to pin the boy down on the table and use handcuffs to control him. However, the boy was so frightened that he completely forgot that the first article of the school rules clearly stated, "Students are not allowed to do anything to harm school staff."

"Behavior", without any thought, he instinctively exchanged offensive items from the item list and shot them at the male teacher: "Go to hell! Who the hell wants to print this thing? We are not criminals..."

Before the boy finished his sentence, there was a sudden loud "bang" sound on the stage. The boy's head exploded instantly like a squeezed balloon. Scarlet blood and white slurry splashed around the stage, leaving a trail of blood on the black curtain.

Large traces of moisture.

No one saw clearly how the boy's head exploded. All the players were stunned on the spot. They stood frozen on the clothes of the students on the stage. Their faces were stained with the tissue fluid of the deceased. Several players trembled and covered their mouths. At this moment

No one dared to make a sound.

"Ah, what a pity," the principal wiped away the blood splashed on his face, "such a disobedient student cannot study in Exile No. 1 Middle School."

The body of the boy whose head was shot was still frozen on the spot. After a while, the headless corpse suddenly fell towards the audience.

The blood that flowed from the broken neck quickly turned into a pool of moist red.

This headless corpse reminded Qi Jiu of the ubiquitous headless statues in school.

Therefore, once a student violates the first rule of the code and attacks a school teacher with violence, he will be punished by being shot in the head.

But everyone was present just now, and no one saw clearly how the headshot happened.

Is there some force secretly helping the teacher to impose punishment? Is there any connection between the student's death method, this headless corpse, and the headless statue enshrined in the shrine?

The boy's tragic death connected the two clues of "problem student" and "headless statue" together for the first time.

Qi Jiu sighed in his heart. Next, he needs to find more clues about the "dark power".

The principal licked the tissue fluid on his lips, smiled kindly at the students who turned pale with fright, and said, "Next, please."

With the lesson learned from the headshot boy, the remaining players no longer have to struggle needlessly.

They used props with props, but resisted without props. The sound of "sizzling" was continuous, and the disgusting smell of roasted flesh filled the auditorium.

Several players without props turned pale in pain. After coming off the stage, they leaned against the pillars without any strength, their clothes wet with cold sweat, and they made painful squeaks one after another.

Qi Jiu asked the young female teacher next to him in a low voice: "Do we have any healing medicine for the new students? I'm afraid that if this continues, their wounds will become suppurative and they will be in trouble."

"If it suppurates, the school badge that was finally branded on their skin will be deformed, which is not good." He said with a deliberately worried tone.

The young female teacher thought for a moment and walked over to ask the dean for his opinion.

The dean frowned, then nodded. After receiving the instructions, the young female teacher turned back and said to Qi Qiu: "You are indeed more thoughtful and your suggestions are also very good. The infirmary is in the south area of ​​the school.

, it’s closer to go out through the back door of the auditorium, and you should go get some burn medicine as soon as possible.”

The young female teacher showed him the way. After all, at this noon, which can turn a person into a sun-kissed person, being able to walk a little less is more important than anything else.

"No problem." Qi Ku accepted the task.

At the same time, Qi Jiu looked at Qi Xiaonian, who was holding his left hand and his face was slightly pale. He winked at him and left everyone's sight.
To be continued...