The pain buried deep in my heart eased a little, and the soul standing beside the tombstone seemed to see a way home.
No. 4 stopped struggling and allowed the starlight to 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 things again and again, until finally, every time he was about to ask for death, that person would appear in his mind.
figure.
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. It is gentle and silent and never leaves.
After the treatment, Han Fei received a notification from the system. The treatment was very successful, his healing personality was strengthened, and Han Fei himself also gained resistance to death. As for the patient's condition, it was not within the scope of the system's notification.
"Do you feel better?" Han Fei retracted his hands, the bridge that touched his soul broke, and the death desire in No. 4's eyes that was about to be suppressed calmed down.
Number 4 neither nodded nor shook his head. His eyes were softer, but his mouth was still tough: "There are many people with a healing personality. You are obviously not the person I want to see."
"You can come to me next time when you can't suppress your will to die. It's 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.
Say, I am your teacher and 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?" Director Ya's twin children reflected each other.
Han Fei's 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 lottery for my white lottery. Of course I will not agree. If I enter the black building in my current state, I will definitely die." Han Fei has master-level acting skills and is also a professional widower.
, 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.
Staying outside Class 7, Director Ya frowned and thought. He didn't 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 rarely happened in previous years.
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 aura 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
Started to decrease rapidly.
"I'm often away from school, and many people may have forgotten why I can be the principal."
An eerie voice rang in everyone's ears, and the principal's voice seemed like a sharp blade soaked in venom piercing directly into the soul.
"Some of you have made deals with underworld merchants, some have kept prohibited items privately, some have believed in evil gods and sacrificed half of their memories, and some have joined forces with survivors from other strongholds in an attempt to destroy the school I built."
The principal raised his head, and no teacher present dared to look at him.
"Human nature is inherently selfish, and 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 to Zhang Menglan, the head of Class 8: "Open it."
Zhang Menglan, who was confused, 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, his eyes are wide open, and his eyes are full of anger and unwillingness.
"I know that your boyfriend of eleven years has not died. I also know that you have shared life and death in disasters and have had various touching experiences. I appreciate your loyalty to love, but this is not your intention to hook up with outsiders. Reason." The principal rarely asked anything. Every sentence he said was the final conclusion, representing a verdict.
"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 don't mean to betray the school, but he really wants to subvert this place." Director Crow poured some blood-stained documents on the table: "Your boyfriend is the messenger of the largest survivor stronghold in Area C. The turmoil around the school in recent days has something to do with him."
"Impossible! He is just an ordinary person who has not awakened his personality!"
"You love him deeply and believe in him, but he is taking advantage of the relationship between you. Perhaps in his eyes, the lives of the stronghold survivors are much more precious than the love between you." Director Crow is destroying it step by step. Zhang Menglan's psychological defense line, 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 left in the city, mainly concentrated in the three major survivor strongholds, which are located in Area C of the Disaster The Investigation Bureau, 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 new ways of survival after the disaster.
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 stronghold that is still fighting against ghosts and monsters and seizing various buildings in the city.
But these were not the most attractive things to Han Fei. His eyes rested 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 develops in the worst direction, if I fail to prevent 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."
Looking at the information about Li Xue, it turns out that the former teachers and senior 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."
The information on the table 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 and monsters.
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.
Han Fei was the only one in the conference room who 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 pursue it, so everyone just turned a blind eye.
It passed, 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 blankly: "Cover the piggy's eyes so they won't see outside.
How beautiful it is, besides, what if the so-called New City of Hope is another school?"
Zhang Menglan's boyfriend spread information about other survivors' strongholds near the school, secretly recruiting and destroying the school-centered system here, which violated the principal's bottom line.
"Now that the school is short of manpower, I won't hold you accountable for anything. It won't happen next time." The principal said he would not hold you accountable, but the words that came out of his mouth were in sharp contrast with the bleeding heads on the table.
How can a person who does business be kind?
"I'm not interested in what any of you here have done or what you're 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 a death list. The most cruel and dark blood sacrifice will begin tonight.
Some teachers started writing immediately after getting the list, while others 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 take any chances. There is only one way to survive in front of you, and that is
Help the school to complete the sacrifice honestly."
There was silence in the conference room. Only after the principal left with the black box did everyone dare to breathe.
Zhang Menglan woke up from her trance, her nails dug into her flesh, and blood flowed out from between her nails, but she seemed not to notice at all, gritting her teeth tightly.
"Those foreign survivors are not necessarily good people. The principal is responsible for the lives of all living people in and around the school. I don't expect you to understand him, but I hope you will stop doing stupid things." Director Ya sighed.
: "Death may also be a kind of relief, and you don't have to struggle anymore."
Teachers left one by one. When Wang Chuqing passed by Zhang Menglan, he wanted to comfort her, but when he saw Zhang Menglan's appearance, he still didn't say the words.
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 members of the Investigation Bureau who traveled between cities regardless of their own safety were arrested.
called a messenger.
"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 and want to use their backs to hold up the collapsing sky.
"Are you implying something?" Yan Lan, as a fearless person, didn't like 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, ordinary people who can't even struggle in front of the ghosts are...
Keep doing the right thing..." Han Fei felt an astonishing killing intent before he finished speaking. Yan Lan stood next to the conference table, her finger bones intertwined with the metal, making a rash.
"You want to kill me? Do you dare? Can you do it?" Han Fei also stood up and walked to Zhang Menglan, completely ignoring Yan Lan: "I don't know how to comfort people, but I want to
Let me tell you, tonight might be an opportunity."
He leaned over Zhang Menglan's ear and lowered his voice, as if the devil was singing: "A chance to kill the principal."
"Don't listen to him!" Yan Lan pushed Han Fei away and stared at him warily: "This man is very dangerous."
"'Doing the right thing will of course be dangerous." Han Fei held the table: "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 walked outside without saying anything more.
Returning to Class 7, Han Fei wrote the word "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 to take the assessment. You have
What’s the plan?”
Han Fei used the secret of touching the depths of his soul to prove himself and gain No. 2's trust, but what he didn't expect was that when his consciousness entered No. 2's mind, all he saw was 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." Monitor No. 5 came over and said, "You just need to lead us out of school tonight and help us take care of the children with lower numbers."
"sure?"
"Your ability is healing. 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 has changed a lot about Han Fei. At least he will take the initiative to follow him now.
Han Fei spoke.
"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 the children, so naturally I will stand in front of them."
"Teacher, don't worry. No. 2 has considered hundreds of different situations. Even if we fail, we still have several escape routes." The monitor blinked mysteriously: "The investigation bureau's messenger will not die in vain.
The school bell rang, and Han Fei started studying on his own again.
The quarrels outside the school didn't stop until the evening. Night is the time for ghost activities. Crowds gathering will attract ghosts, and those dirty things will 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.
The 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 made sure 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 a little 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."
"Weak-willed special personality owners can easily turn into ghosts after death, so what we need is not a special personality, but a ghost slayer with a firm will that will never waver!"
"Everyone is ready to go! The assessment begins!"
The young faces had firm expressions, and their eyes shone with a light rarely seen in disasters. Because they were naive and ignorant, they retained the best expectations.
Seeing those bright eyes disappear into the dark night, Han Fei slowly clenched his hands, lowered the brim of his hat, and waved behind him.
