All classrooms have their doors open from the moment they enter.
The classroom 1130 they were going to was located on the inside of the building. Even if they sat by the window, they could only enjoy the meager amount of daylight.
Not to mention that the weather outside was gloomy at the moment, with almost no light entering.
Fortunately, there are still six incandescent lamps working hard.
Each table has a number written on it. Wesley Si was still thinking about the topic just now and muttered:
"Then you still said you were going back to Nantian. How can you go back to Nantian in high latitudes... Could it be that there is a water leak somewhere..."
As soon as she finished speaking, the incandescent light above her head flashed twice, scaring her and immediately raising her head warily.
Jasper Ming regarded this small fright as nothing, raised her chin at her, and motioned her to look at the paper posted on the door:
"Go and translate it, I can't understand it."
She turned around and saw strings of Korean characters dancing in her mind like stick figures, which made her scalp tingle:
"It's okay if you ask me to read a single phrase, but I really can't understand this kind of thing, and I haven't learned it specifically..."
Jasper Ming spit out one word impatiently:
"look."
Si Shu had no choice but to go there. Except that she knew that there were five rules written on it, everything else was just like the bible.
She was about to report when she turned around and found Arthur Yan standing not too far behind!
Originally frightened, her body subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the other person's face, which was too beautiful to be true, made her want to get closer.
So she took a weird step back, then took a step forward, and then shivered with shame.
Arthur Yan:?
Wesley Si: Mom, our club is dead!
The brief moment of social death remained in her heart. Fortunately, Arthur Yan didn't take it to heart. He just lowered his eyelashes slightly and lowered his head to look at her:
"How about it?"
Facing this face, Vivian couldn't say anything perfunctory, so she stammered and replied:
"There are...five rules...that should be school rules or something."
"What else?"
She felt like she was giving her graduation defense. After holding it in for a long time, she said:
"...can't read."
Arthur Yan chuckled.
Vivian is so beautiful.
He is born with petal lips, and the corners of his lips are slightly upward when concave. Even if he is not smiling, he has a romantic attitude.
Now he is smiling softly, his lips are slightly open, his eyes are affectionate, and his white teeth are vaguely visible, and he is soon covered by his upper lip, turning into a restrained, polite smile without showing his teeth.
Vivian had never seen someone smile like this. She automatically added a nostalgic filter in her mind, feeling that the other person smiled like a fairy in a costume drama from the 1980s.
She was still in shock, but the other party had already lowered his voice and spoke:
"The first rule is to sit according to your student number. If your student number is correct, you don't have to give up your seat."
Vivian nodded dazedly, and then realized:
"You can understand?!"
Arthur Yan let out a "shh" sound:
"Learn a little, don't tell them."
He lowered his voice and continued in a softer tone:
"Rule number two, come into class before the bell rings."
Although he was talking normally, Wesley Si felt as if she was hearing some taboo words, and her face turned red and her heart beat involuntarily.
"The last three lines are all gibberish, and there is no way to form a sentence. Other than that, there is no other content."
Vivian sat down in her seat as if sleepwalking.
The table in front of her was Jasper Ming. Seeing that she was distracted, he rapped the table twice with his knuckles and asked:
"What did you say?"
"...Nothing, just, right, rules!"
Wesley Si repeated the information she got.
She did not lower her voice deliberately, and others in the empty classroom could hear her clearly.
Jasper Ming narrowed his eyes suspiciously and looked at her with a half-smile:
"Are you saying you can't understand?"
Vivian mustered up the courage:
"Suddenly I understand again."
Jasper Ming did not ask further questions, but looked at Arthur Yan, who was in the same row as him on the right.
There is definitely something weird about this person.
The school bell rings.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
All classroom doors are closed in sequence!
The sound of closing doors one after another made the newlyweds couldn't help but straighten their backs.
Holding back their panic, they looked outside.
Thick fog invaded the atrium at some point, and the brightness outside the window was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The corridor was blocked by a solid wall, so nothing could be seen.
The sound of tapping came from far to near.
That should have been the footsteps of many people.
But because he walks so neatly and uniformly, every move he makes is like a machine roaring.
A man with a black plastic bag on his head appeared at the door of the classroom.
Two, three, four...
The people...or creatures that came in were all wearing black plastic bags.
They walked in neatly, obviously unable to see anything, but they stood and sat down in front of each position accurately.
Only the few creatures whose positions were occupied by "outsiders" stood in front of the desks, motionless as if on piles.
Then, a male-female voice came from under the plastic bag:
...
It is a language that no one understands.
Theodore Hu looked at Wesley Si for help:
"What are they talking about?"
Vivian turned pale and replied in a low voice:
"They're saying, get out of the way."
Although their scalps were numb, no one was planning to give up their seat.
The man in the black plastic bag shook, and the sound he made became more psychedelic and terrifying.
They seemed to only remember the pronunciation of "get out of the way", which was played on a loop like a broken repeater, with repeated tones rising and falling noisily.
Amelia Su, who was most affected, hugged his cartoon messenger bag tightly and almost buried his head under the desk.
She could smell the burnt smell emanating from the plastic bag man. It was a bitter, carbonized smell with a strong and ominous smell.
Suddenly, the repetitive noise faded away like a tide.
The sound of something sticky moving against the wall came from the corridor.
The incandescent lights overhead began to flicker.
Rotten claws pushed open the gap.
The uncanny width of this claw occupies almost half of the door frame, and its flexible "fingers" rest on the door panel one by one.
Amelia Su covered his mouth to stop himself from screaming.
Shapeless darkness poured into the classroom like flowing sludge, bringing with it a putrid and unpleasant smell.
It is more than two meters high and almost touches the ceiling when rolling. Tentacle-like things extend outward from the part that may be the "head" and gradually cover the lights in the front of the classroom.
The light dimmed instantly, and the entire classroom was like a temple without windows.
When it moves, the tentacles on its head also crawl along with it, occasionally dripping ink-like liquid, which is disgusting and weird.
It walked to the podium, its huge body completely blocking the blackboard.
No one has seen it open its mouth, and strictly speaking, no one knows where its facial features are.
A hollow sound with echoes came from the flowing gel, and the distorted tone was like the roar of a beast.
Phew.
A breeze blew past him, and the man with the plastic bag standing in the aisle was folded down as if cut in half.
Thick blood shot out from the opened abdominal cavity, turning into a gushing shower of blood.
Colin Yao, whose internal organs were dripping all over the floor and blood splattered all over his body, suddenly vomited.
Others are no better.
There were only two strangers hiding in the crowd, acting incompatible with each other.
Arthur Yan quickly unfolded the white paper fan.
The fan that was opened in time saved his hair and face from disaster, but his clothes were still inevitably stained with internal organs fragments and spattered blood beads.
Taking out a tissue from his bag, he wiped away the dirt that could be removed bit by bit.
Jasper Ming turned the collapsed body over with his toes and reached out to search every pocket he could find.
Nothing gained.
His red-stained fingers were dripping with blood. He shook them casually and looked up to see Arthur Yan looking at him quietly next door.
what? !
As if he had been silently reprimanded, he responded with a fierce look.
Arthur Yan threw a tissue at him and didn't look at him again.
The weird, non-human figure continued to make a horrifying, twisted tone.
The strange thing is that this time everyone understood what it said.
"Submit your answers before get out of class ends."
The huge body squirmed toward the door, revealing large chalk words on the blackboard.
Wesley Si quickly poked Jasper Ming on the back and translated in a low voice:
"The title is 'Who is she', the girl's self."
Jasper Ming opened his mouth and asked:
"Teacher, does this 'she' have any hints?"
The weird squirming stopped, and a bulging thing suddenly emerged from the flowing skin.
It swam wildly in the sticky body, like some kind of angry fish that couldn't be released.
After a few seconds of frenzy, the bulge suddenly stopped right in front, with a huge eyeball split open!
The eyeballs are as big as a tennis ball, with many whites and small pupils, like thumb caps on a white porcelain plate.
Thin and swollen blood streaks danced vigorously in the white areas of the eyes, full of stomach-churning vitality.
This eyeball was locked firmly on Jasper Ming, and the distorted tone sounded in an unnatural way:
"Students should raise their hands to speak."
A word in blood suddenly appeared on the left side of the blackboard - that was Jasper Ming's name, followed by a vertical line: |
Demerit? Jasper Ming raised his eyebrows slightly and actually smiled.
Not being killed immediately meant that he could continue to make mistakes.
Arthur Yan next to him raised his hand:
"Is 'she' here?"
The eyes slowly turned in his direction, but this time they looked at him for a long time, so long that the newlyweds could hardly hold their breath.
"exist."
The shapeless, huge and weird flow left, leaving behind charred dark traces.
Large water stains with a strange smell emerged from it, and the floor quickly became damp.
The iron classroom door was closed.
Vivian covered her mouth and nose, almost overcome by the musty smell:
"...Is this teacher's nickname Hui Nan Tian? It stinks!"
Jasper Ming nonchalantly stepped over the broken limbs and went directly to the podium to search for things.
The sticky shuffling sound disappeared down the corridor.
Colin Yao, covered in blood, rushed to the door like a monkey, and pulled the handle with a broken face:
"I'm not going to stay in this damn place anymore! Let me go! Is anyone there? Let me go!"
He quickly became nervous and turned to look at the others:
"This is an escape room, right? I give up...let me out, or I will sue you! Stop acting! I want to leave!"
Calvin Hu looked at him inexplicably and ignored him.
He huddled at the door and murmured:
"Dreaming, I'm dreaming..."
He suddenly hit his chest and head hard:
"Wake up! Wake up! I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming!"
Although everyone was indifferent to his madness, when the other party kicked and banged on the door like a vent, the metal echoing in the holes still made people feel as if they were locked in a closed iron barrel, a little breathless.
If they didn't have a clear concept of "dying here" before, the crooked bodies on the ground and the thick smell of blood that couldn't be removed from their bodies made them realize the seriousness of the matter.
Arthur Yan stood in front of the school rules again and found that the third and fourth rules had become normal.
Three: Please raise your hand to speak in class.
Four: Each person has 3 chances to make mistakes.
Jasper Ming found the brochure from the podium and handed it to Si Shu.
"translate."
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