The closer to the classroom, the more pungent the smoke, and the smoke mixed with black smoke obscured everyone's vision.
The theology teacher first stopped the students from moving forward, and immediately began to evacuate many students.
"Hurry up, line up and go downstairs, students!"
"But, the album I just bought is still inside!"
"That's right! My wallet is also in it! What should I do? Now I'm really poorer than a homeless man!"
"Ah! My limited edition Angel Angel comic book!"
For a while, the students were noisy and full of sadness.
But the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and they didn't have the courage to continue approaching, so they could only exit the teaching building together with the students of other classes.
Zhou Yu watched the massive fire in the classroom expressionlessly, and the light of the flame that seemed to never go out was reflected in his emerald-like eyes.
Is it that painting
Who knows.
Boom—crack! ! !
Flames burst out of the classroom, and even the window glass couldn't withstand the heat and shattered. The shards of glass scattered in the evacuating crowd, causing screams.
The cheerleader Jenny with long blonde hair and a hot figure is a popular figure on campus. She has long blonde hair and big breasts that fit the mainstream aesthetics of Planet Clay, which makes her very popular with boys who have just entered puberty on campus. Welcome, and Jenny is very proud of it.
But today, Jenny, who has always loved beauty, came to school with a tired and restless face.
She sat in her seat, fidgeting and drawing on the textbook with the pen in her hand, and didn't even look up to listen to the class.
"Today, let's learn the content of Lesson 11..." On the podium, the voice of the English teacher sounded like a lullaby.
Annie's originally beautiful face had two deep dark circles under her eyes, and her eyes looked dull and lifeless.
Listening to the hypnotic teaching of the English teacher, Annie felt that her eyelids were very heavy, and it seemed that she might fall into a deep dream at any time.
No! She can't sleep! Absolutely not!
Annie stared wide-eyed in horror, tried her best to drive away the remaining drowsiness, and stabbed her arm hard with the pen in her hand to wake herself up.
Bright red blood gushed out from her white and tender arms, and the pain made her feel refreshed instantly, but she couldn't help but shed tears.
"Woo-no-woo, don't sleep, don't sleep! Please! Don't sleep!" She cried softly, trying her best to suppress the despair in her heart.
She regretted it, she shouldn't have lied out of a moment of jealousy and caused Maurice to be taken away—now, he's back, he's back for revenge... woo woo woo! What should she do
Anne remembered how Maurice, who knew nothing, was deceived by her lies and taken away by fanatical believers two weeks ago, and her eyes became more horrified.
He will not let her go, he will kill her, he will definitely kill her...
"Annie? Annie! I'm asking you a question! Get up and answer the question!" The English teacher's stern and unhappy voice was extremely sharp, piercing into Annie's nervous brain, making her eyes even more dull.
"What, what?" Annie no longer had the high spirits of the past, with a timid expression on her face, she stood up.
Maybe she should go to the priest of the church for help, yes! Perhaps, only the gods can subdue this demon!
Annie thought of this solution, as if she had finally escaped from the continuous nightmares of the past few days, and her face began to regain some brilliance.
"I'm asking you—" On the podium, the English teacher with long, smooth brown hair tucked behind her head frowned and looked at Anne unkindly.
Puff—
A sharp ghost hand pierced through the English teacher's head, and bright red blood splashed Annie's face.
"Jie Jie Jie~ Why don't I ask you, how does it feel to lie? Haha! Look at your tongue, it must be amazing! Jie Jie Jie Jie~" The skin was scorched black, and he was wearing a suit. The man in the ill-fitting high school uniform held the dead body of the English teacher and smiled ferociously.
A few drops of blood also splashed into Annie's eyes, staining all her vision red.
Her voice was trembling, and she felt strangely cold all over.
She couldn't tell if she was in a dream now, but the strong smell of blood stimulated her fragile nerves, almost causing her to collapse.
The man standing on the podium looked at her, with the silence of the dead in his dark eye sockets, making one feel a sense of fear and trembling from the bottom of his heart just by looking at her.
"Ah!!!"
The beautiful blonde beauty could no longer control the fear in her heart and screamed.
prickly—
The scorched man cut off Annie's tongue, stared at her grimly and laughed.
"Wow, amazing Annie, you can still scream without your tongue, but will you still see me without your eyes?"
The man jokingly showed off the tongue that had been cut off to Annie, who was so frightened that she almost collapsed. On that terrifying and ferocious face, the handsome and humorous past could be vaguely recognized.
Anne's tongue was cut off alive, and the unbearable pain caused her pupils to dilate.
She felt it must be a dream, and she wanted to wake up.
But no, no matter how much she screamed and prayed in her heart, she couldn't escape this dream.
Even such severe pain could not wake her from her sleep.
Perhaps this is the real world
Annie looked in horror at the demon in front of him who had been burnt to the point that he didn't have a single piece of skin all over his body.
He could only cover his mouth that was constantly bleeding, and cry in despair.
The scorched black, extremely ugly and frightening face was getting closer and closer.
Annie could no longer control the fear in her heart and wanted to run out of this classroom.
However, when she turned her head, Annie realized that the classroom that was originally full was empty, and all the tables and chairs were scorched black as if they had been burned by a fire.
The floorboard under her feet creaked and was worn out, as if it would crack under her weight the next moment.
Crackling—
When Annie desperately wanted to run out of the classroom, the floor cracked a big hole as she expected.
She stepped on the ground, half of her body fell, and she could only hold on to the floor next to her helplessly, letting those forked wooden thorns pierce her fingers dripping with blood without daring to let go.
Because there is a scorching hot magma under the floor, anything that falls will be swallowed by the extremely high temperature flames and turned into ashes.
"Ah! Ahhh..." Annie's originally charming face was full of tears, and fear turned her originally bright blue eyes into extremely gray.
She wanted to beg for mercy, but blood was still pouring out of her mouth, and with only half of her tongue left, she could only utter a hoarse whine.
The soles of her feet could already feel the blazing heat of the magma, and the fear of death made her spirit on the verge of collapse.
"Tsk tsk tsk! Oh, poor Jenny, do you need my help?" The charred man walked up to Annie, pretending to be sympathetic, and there was a false pity on his face covered with burn marks.
"Ah!" Annie's eyes showed fear and pleading.
The light of the knife slashed across, and the five fingers of Annie's hand that was on the edge of the floor were scattered into the magma.
The incision on the palm was extremely neat, and it took several seconds for blood to come out.
The pain at the fracture made Annie scream unbearably: "Ah!!!"
"Hahahahaha—that's great, it seems that you like my help very much! Then let me help you again!" There was a terrifying smile on that ferocious face, and he raised the sharp sword in his hand. knife.
Sweat turned Annie's beautiful blond hair into tugs and tugs, sticking to her face, making her look extremely embarrassed.
She desperately grasped the floor with her only remaining hand, leaving several hideous bloodstains on the floor as her body fell slowly.
"It's bad! It's on fire! The classroom is on fire!"
A scream tore through the originally terrifying atmosphere. The man covered with scorched scars narrowed his ghastly eyes, and gradually put away the deliberately cruel smile on his face, showing a bit of frustration instead. color.
It was his friend Zhou Yu's classroom that caught fire.
"Ah!!!" The flames engulfed everything.
Annie woke up from the nightmare of falling into the magma, drenched in sweat and frightened.
The feeling of being licked by the flames just now made her feel worse than death, and she still can't recover, as if she really died once.
Just like the past few days, she would have a nightmare every night, an extremely real nightmare.
The pain she suffered in the dream made her life worse than death, and her spirit was already overwhelmed.
In the classroom that was panicked by the fire, there was a brief silence because of Annie's scream.
Annie looked around coweringly, gasping for breath, and rushed out of the classroom.
She's going to find the priest, yes, the priest, only the priest can deal with that damned demon!
"Annie! Don't run around! Annie!" The English teacher standing on the stage wanted to stop Annie who rushed out of the classroom eagerly, but she couldn't stop her, and finally had to give up.
Bang—the shards of glass exploded one after another, and the flames shot into the sky.
In this cold winter day, Zhou Yu looked at the raging fire in that classroom, which strangely made him feel a little warm.
The students beside them started screaming again, obviously they had already walked out of the teaching building, but they seemed to be still in the scene of fire, howling like ghosts and wolves all the time.
In fact, Zhou Yu also knew that when he first faced such an unexpected situation, his reaction was the most abnormal.
He has been expressionless and emotionally stable, like a robot without any empathy.
It was as if there was a barrier between him and the world around him, and he couldn't blend in no matter what.
After Morris left, his symptoms became more pronounced, perhaps because the depression hadn't healed well before, but he didn't want to change.
He thinks it's good now, and the extra emotion will only affect his reason.
After a while, the town's firefighters finally arrived belatedly and began to put out the fire.
Because of this accident, these students were told to take a day off and arrange classroom learning after the fire was extinguished.
Zhou Yu followed the flow of people out of the school gate, his green eyes were indifferent.
As in the morning, the sky was gloomy.
It was still a little cold at noon in early winter, and the cold wind blew across Zhou Yu's cheeks, bringing a little shiver.
Not far away is a corner, go left and you can go home.
Zhou Yu walked to the corner, paused, and walked to the street on the right.
He needed to prove a conjecture, a slightly exaggerated idea—that the fire was really related to that painting.
This historic town is located in a remote corner of the country. Due to its developed agriculture, it maintains close contact with the outside world, but its cultural traditions still retain its historical heritage.
For example, the small town library in front of Zhou Yu.
The quaint door was open, revealing rows of bookshelves and several study tables.
Zhou Yu walked into the library, skillfully walked to a bookshelf in the deepest part, and took out a heavy tome.
Turning the pages of the book, a simple portrait of a god comes into view.
Obviously, this is a book about the origin of countless gods, which is most suitable for his current situation.
After closing the pages of the book, Zhou Yu took out the few yuan he had left, and borrowed the book from the librarian dozing off at the counter.
Walking out of the library, Zhou Yu frowned slightly as he looked at the little change left in his hand.
His cheap, boozy father wouldn't give him the pocket money he'd earned at odd jobs and was finally spending it all.
Looks like I need to find another job.
Zhou Yu put the money back into his pocket, and walked towards the so-called home with the heavy tome in his arms.
Sure enough, it is still a bit inconvenient without a schoolbag.
The crow on the branch was still screaming "quack-" with an ominous meaning.
Weeds are overgrown on the lawn that has not been taken care of for a long time, and the wooden house looks particularly gloomy and dilapidated.
Zhou Yu walked to the door, and was about to open the door to enter, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something placed by the door.
A bulky schoolbag of outdated style is placed by the door frame.
There were some burnt marks on the whitish cloth that had been washed, and there was a burnt smell.
Zhou Yu squatted down, blinked his emerald green eyes, and recognized the familiar schoolbag.
This is his schoolbag, the schoolbag that should have been buried in the flames.
Picking up the schoolbag, Zhou Yu sensed something was wrong, and turned the schoolbag over, revealing the straps on the back.
A dark handprint was printed on the originally empty strap, which was particularly conspicuous.