From this angle, the two of them could not see the electronic screen on the front of the main teaching building. Broadcaster Guo Wei did not give up the opportunity to face the two because of this -
The phantoms of students writhe in the broken guts, setting up a projection screen stained with blood. In the shaky image, broadcaster Guo was sitting in front of their familiar table.
Guo Wei's appearance changed again. His eyes were completely cloudy, the bulge at his temple was broken, and a familiar red rope poked out of his flesh.
It was exactly the same as the one at Huang Jin's feet just now.
Sure enough, six months later, Guo Wei's sudden strong hatred and malice were inseparable from the source of the evil power of pollution.
Guo Wei's mouth was full of blood, and a wound extended from below his collarbone to his waist and abdomen under the table. It penetrated his flesh and bones, and his heart and lungs were out of place, almost leaking out of the cracks.
Guo Wei played with the black ballpoint pen in his hand, with an abnormally bright smile on his face, and his appearance was no different from that of a ghost.
"Everyone who has failed to leave the school, teachers and family members, please choose to exclude your quota." Guo Wei repeated hoarsely.
Snap. The familiar pistol hit the concrete floor of the rooftop and fell between Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo.
Zhong Cheng said picking up the gun.
"No, I'm not worried." Zhong Cheng said calmly, "The situation is complicated and cannot be judged."
Zhong Cheng said, repeating Yin Ren's original words, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
The movement was so natural, like picking up a water glass, that Yin Ren couldn't even react for a moment.
[3. Cheese potato chips, relatively high in calories. It tastes pretty good.]
[2. Cream cake, you can eat it on your birthday. Don't eat too much on a daily basis.]
Lu Xiaohe sounded a little suffocated: "The source of pollution from the evil force?"
After the familiar memory collapsed, a black umbrella stained with water fell to the ground.
Just when Yin Ren was silently burning the paper, Zhong Chengshuo turned to broadcaster Guo Wei: "Choose to eliminate the quota, create the best memory, and stay here. I have done it all, is there any problem?"
"Here." Zhong Cheng said, tearing off one of the pages and blocking Lu Xiaohe's communications. "Help me deal with it."
"He was attacked by an unknown spirit and we knocked him unconscious." Yin Ren protected his two hair cocoons behind his back and explained concisely, "I felt a strong evil spirit, a bit like Bai Yongji's coin."
The one that was ticked was the one with "Yin Ren" written on it.
"Please choose to eliminate the quota." On the blood-stained curtain, Guo Wei's smile became deeper and deeper, and the corners of his eyes kept twitching. The red rope passed out of his temple, trembled, and disappeared from the edge of the screen.
He hooked his finger and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The King of Hell actually trusted him so readily. Could this be the legendary telepathy
"Understood." Zhong Cheng answered neatly.
"I will protect you." Seeing Zhong Cheng say such a move, Yin Ren said solemnly, "Don't worry."
Zhong Cheng said, grabbing his twirling hair, his expression was as usual and his breathing was steady.
Yin Ren's emotion and fighting spirit were suppressed by this guy with just one word. Zhong Cheng said that maybe he should not focus on "The Art of Communication". He could write a book on "The Art of Rejection" himself.
[1. Apple, a delicious fruit. Good for health.]
Broadcaster Guo Wei rolled his rotten and bloodshot eyeballs.
Yin Ren lowered his head and looked at the paper—
In the darkness of the night, the man's gaze behind his lenses was calm and firm.
Lord Ghost King was a little moved for a moment, but after seeing the first three items, he was a little unmoved. After all, this thing is really like a recipe, and his appearance in it is really unexpected.
This person even had the time to take out a small notebook, read it carefully for more than ten seconds, and checked one of the items.
She didn't really want to snatch the "Best Bad Luck Award" from the seventh group.
[Good memories that may be affected (detection backup)]
This man's movement was so sudden that Yin Ren's hair stood up in shock. He hurriedly put the black umbrella into his hair cocoon, and at the same time condensed his hair, preparing to stun Zhong Chengshuo. But as soon as the hair strands were pulled closer, a hand held them firmly, preventing them from moving forward any further.
Bang-dong, bang-dong, the ground shook, like a sticky heartbeat.
Countless corrupt hands poked out from the courtyard's internal organs, scratching frantically.
"Bang!"
And this person’s good memories are too limited!
"I have a partial memory loss. It seems that I don't like you for the time being. Other than that, there are no adverse reactions."
What happened to the nine groups? How could even entering an archive be associated with evil power
Lu Xiaohe spoke faster: "The archives may have been invaded. Self-preservation is the most important thing! The devils are obsessed with the agreement. You guys must stabilize Guo Wei, drag it to the Fu Department and get ready, and take action immediately!"
Yin Ren: "?" The resonance in his heart was on all fours.
Zhong Cheng said, turning the gun in his hand in a circle, raising it naturally and rushing towards his head.
[4. Yin Ren, an evil creature with good combat power. I love so much.]
Zhong Cheng said that a torrent of colors erupted from the side of his head.
"... So I will go see it with my own eyes." Seeing Yin Ren's expression as if he was stuck on a fish bone, Zhong Cheng said with a smile in his voice.
"Where are the Huang Jin people?" Lu Xiaohe asked anxiously through the headset, "Why do you say half of them are gone?"
Crystal raindrops splashed everywhere, the candles on the birthday cake glowed softly, and the half-cut apples had an attractive color. They collided in mid-air and exploded into bright and brilliant lights. The bucket of cheese chips and rose tea are intertwined, and the little wing balls are floating like soap bubbles.
"No problem," he replied stiffly, "It's almost over anyway."
This time, the broadcast image of Guo Wei did not disappear.
Guo Wei stared at the two people on the top of the building. He leaned forward and leaned half of his body out of the white curtain, and his internal organs fell out of his chest: "The game continues, hurry up and escape."
His tone was full of anger, and his desire was extremely cold.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Yin Ren listened carefully. The unknown pulsation became stronger and stronger, wrapping around the campus like ghostly amniotic fluid.
At first, only the campus gates and walls were damaged, and this consciousness was functioning normally.
Then came the less important senior high school teaching building and toilets, and this consciousness gradually fell into chaos. Chaos quickly begets madness, and madness begets more chaos.
That's the perfect nutrient for evil spirits to grow.
Today, except for the main teaching building, which stands erect, the other buildings are like butter under high heat, melting into a pile of softness. They all fell in the direction of the main teaching building, as if they wanted to crush it in the center.
However, amidst the earthquake-like tremors, the main teaching building remained solid as a rock. The entrails all over the yard were twisted into whips and whipped fiercely on the rooftop.
Yin Ren hugged Zhong Cheng and said, flying past with the attack, Hair Cocoon followed closely behind them.
Yin Ren's movement trajectory was not smooth. I don’t know if he brought too many people with him, but compared to the last flight, his movements were a bit redundant.
Zhong Cheng said that he was observing without blinking.
Yin Ren would pass by the rooftop of the main teaching building from time to time, tapping his toes or the tips of his hair, leaving some traces that he couldn't understand. Those traces were obscured by the night, as inconspicuous as dust.
Guo Wei didn't care about Yin Ren's little actions. He stared intently in the direction of Class 2 and Class 3. The windows of that classroom were covered with explosive weapons, which stood out.
"You obviously know how to escape, why don't you do it?"
Guo Wei stared at the window, sneered, and pressed the black ballpoint pen in his hand.
Boom, night falls outside the campus.
The campus was once again surrounded by monsters from the outside world. With a crunching sound, some small monsters from the outside world fell in, and they ran rampant in the campus excitedly.
Just like outside the school, the place where they collide becomes more distorted.
But it still does not include the main teaching building.
Ghosts and evil spirits surged, and the scenery was shattered. This fierce ghost couldn't wait to be born, but it couldn't destroy the ordinary building. It guards the center of Guo Wei's broken consciousness and seems to never fall.
Guo Wei became more and more anxious.
The whole campus shook wildly. In the center of the sky, Guo Laifu's face was violently distorted. Pomegranate flowers fell to the ground and the playground fence flew into the air. The blood-stained school uniforms formed ropes, and deformed phantoms gathered into a torrent. With the main teaching building as the center, all the illusions gradually merged into a huge whirlpool.
"Do it quickly!" Guo Wei screamed almost crazily, "Destroy it!!!"
"Hang on!" Lu Xiaohe shouted in their ears, "We'll do it later, Minister Fu will be fine soon!"
The outcome of this lame escape game was doomed from the beginning, and destruction was only a matter of time.
Yin Ren looked at the only remaining main teaching building in the night. He shuttled deftly through the air, once again avoiding the strangulation of dozens of school uniform ropes. Passing through the gaps in the tapes, he took the last step towards the rooftop of the main teaching building.
"Zhong Cheng said." Yin Ren did not disconnect Lu Xiaohe's headset communication.
"Um?"
"There is still some time left, and I plan to do something 'superfluous'. The guards of Huang Jin and Ge Tingting will be left to you for the time being."
"good."
"You don't ask?"
"I don't like someone who doesn't have surprises." Zhong Cheng said as he landed on the ground, a pair of black cocoons floating behind him, "I said, I want to see it with my own eyes."
Yin Ren swallowed back the next words.
Zhong Cheng said that above his head was a huge deformed human face, and around his body were weird phantoms of fused limbs. He lost his best memories, he no longer liked himself, but he was no different from before.
A pouring rainy night, a quiet living room, a noisy night market, an abandoned amusement park... a strange and terrifying spiritual world.
Zhong Cheng said it would always look like that. Like an eternal beacon, he exudes a wonderful sense of silence.
It's hard not to watch.
Yin Ren took a deep look at the other person, and the tips of his hair curled up slightly on Zhong Chengshuo's chest. He had a vague feeling that he couldn't describe, but in the face of the big event, he suppressed the emotion.
next moment.
Yin Ren pushed his feet on the ground, and he attacked through the layers, floating in front of Guo Wei's projection screen.
They were no more than five steps apart.
"Guo Wei, before destroying this place, I want to ask you two questions."
Yin Ren looked directly at the hateful eyes on the screen, and then glanced at the red rope in Guo Wei's head. His expression was calm and serious, as if he was just an ordinary kid across from him.
"Why didn't you say 'destroy this place' in the first place?"
The rules given by Guo Wei are too broad and vague. He should have known that without clear guidance, they would waste unnecessary time investigating.
"...what are you expecting?"
Yin Ren asked without any aggression, but Guo Wei seemed to be deeply burned by the question.
"Shut up!!!"
Black blood flowed down the corners of Guo Wei's mouth, and he let out an inhuman scream. There were slash marks of varying shades on the surface of the boy's skin, and pale bones appeared in the dark red flesh. As if he sensed something, the red rope that passed through his temple twisted crazily, and ghosts rose up in the campus. Guo Wei held his head in pain.
"Welcome, come, come to Qingjiang City No. 16 Middle School." In the projection screen, Guo Wei kept vomiting out visceral fragments and repeated in a daze, "Welcome to the last day of life."
Through the blood-stained cloth screen, Guo Wei raised his eyes and looked at the main teaching building in front of him again.
Two streaks of pus and blood dripped from his rotten eyeballs and slid down his torn cheeks.
"No... no," he murmured intermittently, "Welcome... welcome to the last day of my life."
Just for a moment.
The jumping abnormal phantom stopped moving, the monsters paused, and the melted building solidified in mid-air. The main teaching building shook incessantly, and countless debris-like images poured out, hovering around the small campus.
"Ah? Your dad wants you to transfer to another school now?" Li Xiaoya scratched her head, "That's too much."
She hesitated for a moment and took out a brand new pen from her pencil case.
"It's so sudden, I don't have time to prepare a gift. I saw you practicing calligraphy with a copybook some time ago, but the pen is not very good... I'll lend you this, so you can do well in the college entrance examination!"
It was a neat and beautiful gel pen with very exquisite workmanship. Guo Wei looked at his pen wrapped with transparent tape and hesitated with a red face.
"I told you that you have to pay me back if I lend it to you." Li Xiaoya made a face, "Either this, after the college entrance examination, you go back to our class for the graduation party!"
"Da Guo, you need to get good grades in the exam."
The girl he secretly likes says "later".
The sharp blade cut open Guo Wei's abdomen, and blood flowed out like a fountain. The pen was originally held tightly in his hand, but in the overwhelming fear and pain, he could not hold it firmly.
The gel pen rolled to the ground, and Guo Laifu stepped through a pool of blood. There was a click and a shattering sound resounded under his feet.
The delicate pen barrel turned into sharp plastic fragments.
He couldn't give it back to her.
"You don't have many things, so we've packed them for you and are waiting for you to get out of here soon." Guo Wei climbed out of the upper bunk bed.
"Fourth brother, let's take a photo with our brothers. The boss hid his mobile phone and just happened to take a picture." He shook the mobile phone in his hand, "Come on, come on, the top student in our dormitory, please leave us some thoughts. Next year Ask for good luck."
"I don't have a mobile phone..." Guo Wei said in a daze.
"Go to the canteen and get color printing!" "Isn't it inferior to color printing photos on paper?" "Then what can you do?"
There was a lively noise in the dormitory.
“Three, two, one—don’t close your eyes!”
"At the level of Fourth, he will have his own mobile phone sooner or later. Save all the pictures and send them to him later."
His friends said "later."
The knife rose and fell, and Guo Wei saw his own flesh and blood on the blade.
His luggage was scattered haphazardly in the grass, and the snacks stolen by his roommates rolled into the weeds and were covered with mud. The photo printed on the paper fell to the ground and soon sank into a pool of blood.
Guo Wei was not smiling on the screen. Someone quietly reached out his hand to the back of his head and made a "V" sign on the top of his head.
The bright colors are all swallowed up by the crimson.
He should have smiled.
In the evening, the setting sun shines into the red clouds. There were only Lei Xiurong and Guo Wei in the office. The sharpness on Lei Xiurong's face disappeared, leaving only a little sadness.
"Teacher, I don't want to leave." Guo Wei stood at the table, looking at the ground, his voice dry and hoarse.
"I have advised your dad. You are in your second year of high school and you have to adapt to other schools. It is better to take the exam here." Lei Xiurong sighed helplessly, "Your dad won't listen to you, and there is nothing I can do about it."
Guo Wei was silent.
"Okay, find a chair and sit for a while. The teacher will have a few words with you."
Lei Xiurong pulled a chair for him: "I don't comment on your father. You don't like to be manipulated by him, right? Then take the exam well and go far."
"You are not stupid, and you will be fine with your bachelor's degree. When the time comes, you can find a good job and we can eat whatever we want."
"..." Guo Wei pursed his lips and clasped his hands on his knees.
"I'm not a good teacher. I have poor academic qualifications, a bad temper, and nothing I can say. But you are different. You are only seventeen, and you still have a long future... You can become a much better person than me."
As she spoke, she tore off a note on her hand and wrote down a series of numbers.
"This is my home phone number. I still don't trust your father. If he makes things difficult for you, or if something happens to you outside, you can call me."
Guo Wei took the light yellow note with both hands, folded it neatly, and placed it cherishedly in the deepest part of his pocket.
"Check again and don't leave anything behind, especially textbooks." She waved her hand, "Oh, don't forget to practice your bad calligraphy in the future. It will really improve your score in the college entrance examination."
"Okay." He stood up and bowed his head deeply.
"goodbye teacher."
"Well, bye." Lei Xiurong gathered her curly hair, and the white hair inside was particularly eye-catching.
His teacher said "later".
Under anesthesia, Guo Wei could not move or even scream. He opened his eyes wide and watched his internal organs being ripped out by his biological father. The latter murmured something in his mouth and raised them to the sky.
The pale yellow note was soaked in blood and mushy in his pocket, the number on it unreadable.
He hadn't had time to take a look yet.
He really, really wanted to make that phone call.
Guo Wei was carrying his schoolbag and a worn cloth luggage bag, waiting for the iron door to slowly open. Guo Laifu drove over to pick him up, and the car stopped at an intersection not far away.
As soon as he walked out of the school gate, Guo Wei couldn't help but look back. In the familiar campus, pomegranates are in bloom, the lawn is green, and there are students from other grades laughing and playing on the playground.
It's small, old, and very much like a home.
Seeing him turning his head three times with each step, the old guard smiled at him.
"Young man, if you are promising in the future, remember to come back and have a look."
"Um!"
Guo Wei looked at it for a long time, finally turned his head and walked towards the intersection.
Grandpa the doorman, whom he never paid attention to, said "later".
"I even sacrificed my own son!"
In his vague consciousness, Guo Laifu's roar sounded particularly distant.
"Isn't it said that offering sacrifices to relatives is particularly effective?! Why don't they look at me? Why don't they look at me?"
Guo Laifu raised his machete high and slashed at Guo Wei's head as if to vent his anger.
He was going to die, Guo Wei thought in a daze, he was going to die.
A little unwillingness, a lot of anger, resentment engraved in the bone marrow, and an almost boundless, deep fear in the severe pain.
In his hazy vision, his schoolbag and handbag fell not far away.
From that day on, he no longer had a "future".
But it was really a very good day that he could never forget.
The moment he stopped breathing, in the deepest part of his boundless fear, he even had a trace of foolish expectation.
Like right now.
"That person" instilled in him more intense hatred and burning malice. The man told him that as long as he gave up this campus, the pain would make him return to the world and tear Guo Laifu into pieces with his own hands.
"The man" told him that some strange people would be visiting here. They would definitely enter his school and help him destroy everything, he didn't need to bother doing it himself.
"The man" said it was a deal that wouldn't fail, as long as they were forced to destroy the building.
But when the four visitors entered the campus, Guo Wei changed the cruel rules he had prepared.
Among the four people was a thin girl, who was wearing their school uniform. She was about the same age as him, and her eyes shone with uneasiness and longing.
Just like himself back then.
[Please make an effort to leave school.]
You can destroy this place and escape as best you can.
[Please make an effort to leave school.]
Maybe, just maybe, you can find a way to calm me down without destroying this place and let me allow you to leave.
[Please make an effort to leave school.]
help me.
The long-haired man was still floating in front of him, with his long black hair spread out and his eyes almost gentle.
"I understand." Although he didn't say anything, the man smiled and clicked on the earphone.
"Sister Xiaohe, we need your support."
"We're about to explode, you—"
"You asked us to rely on you more." Yin Ren said confidently, "We won't hide it from you this time."
There was a brief silence.
"...Okay, you say it, I'll listen first." On the other side of the earphone, Lu Xiaohe pinched his eyebrows crazily.
It was now half past one in the morning, and there was still half an hour left. She didn't believe what else the two of them could do.
"Guo Wei's contacts—Lei Xiurong, Li Xiaoya, and his three roommates. Give me the birthdays and horoscopes of these five people."
"It's very dangerous inside, don't involve irrelevant people!"
"It doesn't involve anything, just saying a few words, the shadow is enough. The time is just right now."
Yin Ren stared at Guo Wei's chopped face. Behind him, a faint light emitted from the rooftop.
Just as he was "dodging", the traces left by Yin Ren gradually lit up, forming magic circles.
"It is a very common technique to allow the living and the dead to communicate within 'one consciousness'. The science post must have heard of it -"
For thousands of years, the name of this technique has never changed. Whether a street hustler or a true occult person. Whether it's an ancient story or a modern ghost story. It is always unavoidable, the most basic of basics.
"—Dream."
(End of chapter)