"Protect thirty children and never let any of them die!"
Han Fei felt that he was desperately trying to grab something. He tightened his hand, but the person still disappeared into his world.
When he opened his eyes, there were tears on his cheeks. Unspeakable sadness filled his heart, and he was unable to speak for a while.
The smell of disinfectant wafted into his nose, and Han Fei felt a lot of pain in his body. The pain spread from the inside out, as if it was splitting his mind and body.
Looking around, Han Fei was lying on the bed in the school infirmary. He seemed to have returned to reality, everything was so real.
"Where is this?"
The memory was broken into pieces and scattered in his mind. It took him a long time to remember his name.
"Han Fei."
Sitting up from the hospital bed little by little, Han Fei was wearing very ordinary clothes and pants. In his pocket was a pack of low-quality cigarettes and a crumpled class assessment form.
Before Han Fei could continue to check, footsteps sounded in the corridor, high heels collided with the ground, and the crisp sound could be heard far away.
The door was pushed open, and a woman with a very ordinary face entered the room. After seeing Han Fei wake up, she sat directly next to Han Fei: "Teacher Gao Cheng, I don't recommend that you continue to attend classes here. Your body is
Your condition is very bad and your personality is on the verge of collapse. What you need now is to have a good rest."
She said and handed an inspection report to Han Fei. The words written on it were a little difficult for Han Fei to understand.
"Name: Gao Cheng."
"Male, 28 years old, head of Class 7."
"Has a basic greedy personality, with a brokenness level of 31%, and is suspected to have an unidentified hidden personality."
"The pollution index is 39, which is about to enter the danger line!"
"Congenital personality defects, severe depression, and intermittent mania."
"Suggestion: The teacher is no longer suitable to continue to be responsible. If the condition does not improve significantly within three days, please leave the campus."
Han Fei felt severe pain in his brain. He grabbed the examination report and asked, "What on earth is going on? What's wrong with the world?"
"It's hard to accept reality and subjectively refuse to accept everything. This is also a self-protection mechanism of the brain. However, I didn't expect that you, who is so strong, would fall under the pollution of God." The female school doctor sighed and turned over the infirmary.
The curtains opened: "Twenty-two years have passed since the fall of Xinhu. The beautiful childhood in your heart is destined to only become a memory. It will disappear forever and you will never see it again."
Every word of the female school doctor seemed to be implying something, and Han Fei also tried hard to think about it. He looked in the direction where the woman was standing, his eyes fixed on the city outside the window.
Thick dark clouds covered the sky, high walls were built on the edge of the city, and the doors and windows of familiar buildings were boarded up. The whole city was lifeless, looking depressed, dull, and lifeless.
Looking at the lost Han Fei, the female school doctor shook her head slightly, put a bottle of medicine on the table, and left.
"Xinhu has fallen? Is the city outside Xinhu?" Han Fei sat on the hospital bed blankly. He pieced together the memories in his mind bit by bit. It took him a long time to remember something.
"Crazy Laughter and thirty children used usurping gods to forcefully enter the memory world of the garden owner's shrine. They burned all the memories, but I did not lose my memory when I followed them."
Han Fei looked out the window again, and he was extremely confused: "For the dead gods, most of the memory world of their shrines is the past. What is still unspeakable is that their memory world of shrines is a certain kind of future that they expected?
"
Putting the medicine bottle left by the female school nurse into his pocket, Han Fei put on his shoes and walked out of the infirmary.
He is now in a school. This area is not boarded up, and the inside of the campus is not much different from the real school.
"Not one of the thirty children should die."
Holding the wall to move, Han Fei recalled the information in the inspection report: "I am the person in charge of Class 7, where is Class 7?"
Han Fei was walking on the corridor. There were students in the classrooms on both sides. They listened carefully to the teacher's voice.
"Each of us has our own personality, which is the crystallization of a person's life value and the key to resisting God's pollution."
"If you want to kill those unknown things, the first thing you must do is stick to your heart and never be shaken by them!"
"Two-thirds of this city is occupied by ghosts, and those boarded-up buildings are all inhabited by ghosts! We need to clear them out one by one, and finally drive them out completely! In the process
Maybe someone will die, but I want you to remember that death is not the end. The more afraid you are, the more pain and despair will haunt you!"
"The most precious thing in this era is called hope, and you are hope!"
The teacher was writing furiously on the blackboard, and there was a sadness in his voice that was difficult to conceal. He seemed to know that he was lying, but he had to say it.
"All the banned buildings in Xinhu City are roughly divided into five categories. The white building with the lowest difficulty may contain the regrets and ordinary obsessions of the deceased; the red building with medium difficulty may hide resentment and items stained with hatred; and then
It is a more difficult dead building, also called a black building. Entering it means certain death. If you see a dark dead building, you must stay away!"
"In addition to the above three types, there are two special types of forbidden buildings. One is the mysterious building that has not been fully explored. No one knows what is inside; the other is the forbidden building. Don't ask the reason. The forbidden building cannot be discussed.
, and no one is allowed to come near!"
"The vast majority of you are orphans, and many of you have suffered from various special diseases due to the impact of disasters. The world is very unfair to you. If you want to change this bad situation, explore those who have been
Forbidden buildings are the easy way out.”
"If any of you can clean a building, it will gain the respect of everyone in this area. Of course, even the simplest white building is too difficult for you. This is my best wishes to you."
Let’s hope for it.”
"In addition to cleaning up the entire building, you can also get generous rewards by taking out items contaminated with hatred and curses from the forbidden building. Those items will also be collected and processed by us into weapons to deal with ghosts."
After the teacher finished speaking, he touched his glasses, and the outline of a hanged student vaguely appeared on the lenses: "According to the school's requirements, in three days, you will go out alone to explore the building for the first time. I hope you can
I have gained something, and I hope there won’t be any vacant seats in our class by then.”
The teacher then talked about a lot of things, which also gave Han Fei a general understanding of the memory shrine of the owner of the garden.
This memory shrine world is different from anything Han Fei has experienced before. The owner of the garden is still alive, and his shrine memory world represents his obsession with the future. If there is no interference from outside forces, this ghost town may be the 22nd year of New Shanghai.
What it looks like after.
"get out of class is over!"
The classroom door was pushed open, and the male teacher wearing glasses walked out of the classroom. He was surprised when he saw Han Fei standing outside the door: "Teacher Gao, why are you here?"
"I have some physical problems. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable in the corridor just now, so I rested against the wall for a while." Han Fei is indeed very weak now.
"Hey, I really don't know what you encountered in that mysterious building? It can actually make your God Pollution Index soar from 71 to 39." The male teacher felt sorry for Han Fei, but he didn't get any closer.
Han Fei's plan, God pollution thirty-nine seems to be a very scary value: "The principal wants to ask me for something, I will go there first."
The young male teacher wearing glasses is called Ma Jing. The work ID on his chest shows that he is the leader of Class Three.
But this is not what Han Fei cares about. In his memory, there was a perverted murderer named Ma Jing in Xinhu, and his face was engraved on the ghost sign by a big ghost.
The bell rang for a long time, but not a single student came out to play in the corridor. Everyone stayed in the classroom and did not dare to go out at will.
Following the corridor, Han Fei arrived at the second floor of the teaching building. After passing an empty and sealed classroom, he finally found Class 7, which he was responsible for.
When you push the door open and enter, the faces of these children are both familiar and unfamiliar. They seem to have appeared in your own memory, and it seems that everything is just your imagination.
"One, two, twenty-nine, thirty."
There are exactly thirty students in Class Seven, no more and no less, just as the system requires, but Han Fei's eyes are a little complicated: "There are only thirty children in the class, and the maniacal laughter that followed the thirty children into the world of the shrine"
Woolen cloth?"
Just thinking about this problem made Han Fei feel unable to breathe. He opened his mouth and took in big breaths, but his chest was still extremely tight.
"Teacher, why don't you go and have a rest first, and we'll have self-study."
Han Fei had only seen the outlines of the children's blood shadows. He could not yet compare each student's face with his number. Everything took time to get to know slowly.
"I'm fine." Han Fei picked up the chalk, selected the important parts of what Teacher Ma Jing said, and wrote them on the blackboard.
From the moment he opened his eyes, he was ready to do everything in his power to ensure that all thirty children survived.
His brain was dizzy. The more he thought about it, the faster the divine pollution seemed to spread. He felt as if there was a monster growing inside him, slowly devouring his heart and destroying his personality.
After writing the last piece of useful information, Han Fei's vision began to blur, and half of the world he saw was swallowed by shadows.
"Teacher, it's time for you to take medicine." A student walked to the edge of the podium at some point. He took out the bottle of medicine from Han Fei's pocket, looked at it carefully, and poured out a stinking pill.
This medicine bottle was left by the female school nurse. Han Fei was not sure if there was anything wrong with the medicine. He did not choose to take medicine. Instead, he asked everyone to study on their own first. He planned to wait until he got more information before trying anything in this world.
thing.
After Han Fei walked out of the classroom, the smiling student had a different expression. He glanced at Han Fei's board and then stood in the center of the podium.
"Have you seen the city outside the window? Although I have forgotten many things, I still remember some common sense. What is certain now is that we do not belong to this weird place." The student picked up the homework with his name on it.
Ben: "The name written in the book is Zhou Qi, but I have no memory of the name at all. I only remember a number - the number five."
Every student in the class has his own name, but they are very unfamiliar with that name. On the contrary, it is their respective numbers that they cannot forget.
"To sum up the existing clues, we came to this city where ghosts exist and became students of the Orphan Academy. On the surface, the teachers here regarded us as hope, but in fact they probably just regarded us as tools that can be discarded at any time." Five.
No. Zhou Qi erased the self-study on the blackboard and wrote the words "self-rescue": "What do you think?"
"My thoughts may be a little more pessimistic than yours." A student who lost his legs sat in the corner of the class: "The students in this school are either orphans or freaks with diseases. They are all abandoned children. What do you think?
Looking out the window, there are obviously closed buildings around the campus, but there are still many living people gathered here, so what is the reason why the ghosts do not disturb this place?"
He folded a paper airplane and threw it out the window, but before the airplane flew far, it got wet from the rain and landed on the dirt in front of the teaching building.
"I guess we are not even tools, we are just food rations for the ghosts." The male student who lost his legs moved his body and faced the other students in the class: "The teacher said that in three days it will be our first time to go out alone to explore.