The two severed hands are extremely clumsy stick figures.
The five fingers are about the same size and the same length, with circles representing nails. Even kindergarten children can draw better than this.
Bai Yan compared it carefully, and found that next to the severed hand on the left, a big red cross was drawn on the number '6', which was obviously the wrong answer. But Mr. Zhang didn't correct it next to '6', so it's possible to draw another picture and ask him to do it again.
The bright lights in the classroom made Bai Yan feel uncomfortable.
His eyes were a bit dazzled after looking at too bright places for a long time, and there was even a thin layer of water mist attached to the eyeballs, which tended to condense into teardrops.
Bai Yan rubbed his eyes, his vision became more and more blurred.
It seems that he has used a lot of mobile phones recently, and his eyesight has declined again.
Feeling that Mr. Zhang was getting impatient, he simply put his face close to the blackboard and looked at the picture inch by inch.
Under close observation, he really found something.
On the nail of each finger, to the right of the circle that represents the nail, there is a very small arrow that cannot be smaller.
Because the circle is drawn very irregularly, part of it protrudes from the finger. If you don't look carefully, you can't really find the arrow.
Seeing the arrow, Bai Yan immediately understood that this question really asked how many fingers there are.
Old man Zhang is really insidious.
He glanced at Mr. Zhang, the corner of the teacher's mouth was getting lower and lower, as if he was dissatisfied with his slow answering.
But if you look at it backwards, you can find that the corners of Teacher Zhang's mouth are clearly grinning to the ears, and he is very happy that he can kill another person soon.
Now that he knew the answer, Bai Yan certainly couldn't make Teacher Zhang happy.
Even if it's a ghost, he can't see others being happy because of him.
So, he got the result in one second. They found a total of 8 severed hands, each with 5 fingers, and a total of 40 fingers were multiplied together.
However, one of the amputated hands lost its little finger, so one had to be subtracted, so the answer was 39.
The numbers and characters in the two worlds are completely different, but since the app didn't instill knowledge in this area, it means that everything is the same.
Bai Yan filled in 39 next to the severed hand. Seeing the answer, Teacher Zhang stood aside gloomyly, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
"That's right, let's go down." Teacher Zhang said gruffly, looking vicious.
Bai Yan put down the red pen, blew on the chalk foam on his hand, turned around and went down naturally.
Bai Yan answered the question correctly, no matter how reluctant Teacher Zhang was, he could only let him go and start to click on the next player to answer the question.
"Wearing black, how many feet are there in the classroom?"
The man in the black shirt walked up to the podium slowly, and wrote a 9 on the blackboard with a sullen face.
"Red-haired boy, come up and answer, how many eyeballs are there in the classroom?"
Tom took the chalk and wrote a 7 with great joy. Fortunately, Eastern players also use the same set of numbers. If it is still full of Eastern customs like pinching beans, then he will not be alive.
All three of them answered the questions correctly. The corners of Teacher Zhang's mouth were cracked, and he seemed very satisfied on the surface.
But the players all knew that this old ghost was about to explode.
None of the three players died, Mr. Zhang was very gloomy, but still fit the character design, and praised the players dryly.
At the end of the insincere praise, Teacher Zhang picked up a tattered textbook, opened a page, and said with a sinister smile: "I have finished reviewing yesterday's questions, and now I am starting to learn a new lesson. Eight pages, today we learn a new question type."
What, still have a lecture
Bai Yan was stunned, and quickly turned out a math textbook on the desk. Fifty-eight pages were opened, all of which were full of ghostly symbols, and he couldn't understand a single word.
The players each occupy a desk, so everyone rummages through their desk holes, trying to find their math textbook.
Soon, most of the players, including Liu Xiyu, opened their textbooks and pretended to 'learn'.
Seeing that a player couldn't find the textbook for a long time, Teacher Zhang pulled his face, and with his backhand, another piece of chalk passed through the player's cheek.
Hiss—this hurts so much.
The player covered his face and dared to be angry and dare not speak out. The other players felt sorry for him when they saw it, but they all just took a glance, then looked away, and concentrated on 'studying' the textbook.
During the 'studying', Bai Yan glanced at Liu Xiyu, Liu Xiyu was looking at the textbook with a confused face, and her small face was wrinkled, as if she was thinking hard about the topic above.
Seeing this scene, Bai Yan suspected that this girl might be a scumbag in mathematics in real life, otherwise she wouldn't be so afraid of the math teacher and still take math class in her dream.
During Teacher Zhang's spittle-filled lecture, Liu Xiyu was drowsy, and appeared restless as if she couldn't understand the class.
However, now Bai Yan is not in the mood to pay attention to Liu Xiyu, because as Teacher Zhang was giving a lecture, a lot of blood froth spewed out of his mouth, and soon, a sea of blood gushed out of his mouth, sweeping the whole place in an instant. classroom!
"I'm going, what happened? This old ghost gave a lecture?"
"As soon as the dead end is triggered on the hard difficulty, it's over. Fuck, it can't be some stupid grandson who triggers the dead end?"
Blood water wrapped the classroom, rose along the trouser legs of everyone, and soon reached the knees.
The blood was very strange, not only rising extremely fast, but also sticky.
Once touched by it, everyone was fixed on the ground and could not move.
Seeing that there was no way to escape, the players were in a hurry. However, Mr. Zhang was still 'lecturing' to the textbook, and the more he talked, the more blood he spewed out.
The players began to whisper, discussing whether they should protest together, and asked Teacher Zhang to stop talking.
"Let's make trouble together, tell him to stop talking, or everyone will be drowned!" The middle-aged woman said anxiously: "The law does not punish the public, so he can't kill so many people together, can he?"
"What kind of bad idea did you come up with? The law does not blame the public, but you can kill the chicken to make an example to the monkey. Who will be the chicken, you?" The man in black said disdainfully: "If you are the first to speak, I will support you!"
The middle-aged woman was at a loss for words, but she was still unwilling to say: "But we can't do nothing, right? Waiting is not waiting for death?"
"We don't necessarily die." Ye Shangyu said suddenly: "Look at Liu Xiyu."
Everyone turned their heads to look at Liu Xiyu. The girl fell asleep lying on the table at some point, as if she had given up listening to the mathematics that she would never learn.
Because of previous encounters, everyone thought that Liu Xiyu was App's own daughter and had privileges in the game, but now, the blood growing in the classroom did not avoid her, and still covered half of her body.
Because Liu Xiyu was lying on the table, the blood soon engulfed her.
"Let's stop calling Teacher Zhang, wake up Liu Xiyu first, we have to die if she dies!"
Teacher Zhang was still devoting himself to the lecture, and turned a deaf ear to the chattering of the students below.
It may be that he thought that this group of players was doomed, so he didn't care, but the players didn't dare to bet on this, and their voices were kept very low.
During the discussion, someone yelled in a low voice. They whispered Liu Xiyu's name, but Liu Xiyu slept soundly and didn't intend to wake up at all.
Seeing this, the voices of the players gradually became louder, but they still did not dare to speak loudly.
Seeing Liu Xiyu sleeping like a corpse, the man in black grabbed a book and threw it at her back.
The book slammed on Liu Xiyu's back and then fell to the ground. Liu Xiyu was still sleeping soundly.
Seeing that the man in the black shirt wanted to smash it again, Bai Yan said: "Liu Xiyu has already said that she can't feel pain in her dream, and she probably has no sense of touch. It's useless for you to smash it, so save your energy."
"Then what should we do? Are we really going to wake up the old ghost?" The black-shirted man originally disapproved of the strike, but now he is anxious: "No, let's do it like this, we can't wait to die!"
"That's too late!"
Ye Shangyu shook her head, she pointed to the ceiling.
While the players were arguing, the ceiling started to rain blood like a sprinkler was turned on.
When the players noticed, the blood column was already very thick, and countless blood gushed down from the ceiling, quickly submerging Liu Xiyu.
The players closest to Liu Xiyu couldn't pull her up, so it was really hopeless.
"...God, she, is she like that?" Tom's face turned pale: "Are we going to die too?"
Ye Shangyu opened the app, shook her head and said, "She's not dead yet, our mission hasn't failed yet, maybe this is just a game plot, and she won't die even if she's submerged in blood."
As soon as these words came out, the players settled down, but they didn't panic anymore.
There have been such posts on the forum, but they are all playing hard difficulty for the first time, and they didn't expect that for a while.
Seeing that Liu Xiyu had been soaked in blood for a long time and the game had not yet failed, they were even more convinced of this guess.
As a result, the players stopped being anxious and let the blood flow over their heads.
Soon, blood water touched the ceiling.
Bai Yan closed his eyes, feeling something floating in the blood, touching his face from time to time.
In the bloody water, everyone couldn't open their eyes, and they didn't dare to breathe.
When everyone was about to be overwhelmed, the chattering teacher Zhang finally shut up. As a result, the blood that spread to the ceiling fell back quickly. Everyone opened their eyes and found that their bodies were very clean without any trace of blood stains.
"This is a dream..."
With a sigh of emotion, Bai Yan turned to look down at the ground.
The ground was clean and also free of blood. The props that were originally placed on the table were scattered all over the place due to the bloody wash.
He counted quickly, and his expression gradually became strange.
If he counted correctly, there seems to be a lot of school equipment on the ground
Without his reminding, other people also realized that something was wrong.
Everyone cursed secretly, and took advantage of Mr. Zhang's time to memorize the blackboard writing after the lecture, they immediately dispersed to find the extra 'learning tools'.
Ye Shangyu sighed, and ventured to look around the podium again, and found a few 'learning tools'.
She carefully arranged the learning tools, placed them on the table with other people's harvest, and sorted them out.
After they finished counting the number of new learning aids, Teacher Zhang turned around again and said with a sullen face, "Did you understand what I just said?... If no one spoke, it means that you understood everything.
it is good! I asked people to get up and answer the questions, and if they couldn't answer, they went out and stood there! "
After Mr. Zhang finished speaking harshly, he scanned the classroom, and soon found Liu Xiyu who was still sleeping.
He smiled sinisterly, and his voice was like thunder: "Liu Xiyu, get up and answer my question! How many people died in this classroom?"