Is it reality or a nightmare
Fu Anan looked at her bedside, but there was no trace of anything.
"Yuanyuan, did you hear anything last night?"
"No." Zhang Yuanyuan shook her head. "Did you have a nightmare again last night?"
Fu Anan looked pale.
Is this really a nightmare
Thinking about what happened last night, it felt so real, just like the sleep paralysis we often talked about when we were kids.
She sat up and prepared to get dressed.
Suddenly I felt something in my palm.
With her fingers spread out, she was holding tightly the amulet.
The talisman paper became a little wrinkled due to the force applied, but other than that, nothing else changed.
It is impossible to tell whether this talisman has been used before.
She raised her head and glanced above her head.
The runes on it faded again, but were still there.
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Today is the fifth day of the game.
The teaching building is particularly quiet today.
When they walked in, there were only four or five children left in each class.
All the children gathered around their teachers to play.
If it's just for fun, this is of course nothing.
But compared with the innocent looks of these children, the teachers sat there silently, their faces seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black fog, making people feel blurry.
Even when these naughty kids pulled his ears and pinched his nose, he remained motionless.
"Why...are these the only ones left?"
Zhang Yuanyuan looked at the few remaining children and spoke to Fu Anan in a low voice.
However, these children had excellent hearing and smiled at Zhang Yuanyuan.
"Because they are going to play hide-and-seek. Teacher, do you want to play hide-and-seek?"
"The teacher doesn't want to play."
The child today did not chase them and ask for food, but stood at the door and looked at them obediently, with obvious expectation in his eyes.
"Hide and seek is a game that children and teachers play together. Teachers cannot not play."
After he finished speaking, the classroom became even quieter, and the remaining children stared at him with smiles.
Zhang Yuanyuan's heart trembled and she couldn't help but take a step back.
Two black birds suddenly flew over from the locust tree in the center outside, flapping their wings, and their low crow cries echoed throughout the kindergarten.
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I spent the morning and afternoon in this way in fear.
After dinner, it's time for free time.
At this time, the player who had finished eating first and strolled around came back pale-faced, bringing back a piece of heavy news—
All the kids are gone!
Everyone dropped their bowls and chopsticks and rushed over immediately.
Cartoons are still playing in the classroom as usual.
Upbeat music was playing and all the children's seats were empty.
Where did those kids go
This is the question in the minds of all players.
At this moment, the teachers who had been sitting in the front row and acting like wooden figures all day suddenly moved.
They all walked out of the classroom, each holding a pen in their hands, and stood at the door looking at the player.
Without any warning, they suddenly raised their hands and stabbed their own eyeballs with the tips of their pens.
Blood splattered everywhere!
Before they stopped, they put their hands into their mouths and pulled out the roots of their tongues with great force.
He killed himself in this way.
Even many veteran players were frightened by this bloody method of suicide.
The crows on the locust tree started calling again and could not be driven away.
Someone asked in a trembling voice, "Why do these teachers commit suicide?"
(End of this chapter)