He didn't bother to pay attention to his careful thoughts, he completely ignored his ears.
When the class bell rang, the English teacher came in from the door.
She talked about the events of the past few days and calmed down the fearful hearts of the students.
"Teacher, if the murderer can't be caught, what should we do?"
"That's right, teacher, isn't school on holiday?"
"I was afraid to walk by myself this morning. If this continues, I will not dare to come to school."
The English teacher is a gentle woman in her thirties. Hearing what the students said, she smiled and said, "Students, it's class time. Let's talk about it when we have time after class."
The voices of the students' discussions have subsided, but some of them are still a little absent-minded during class.
The English teacher's standard pronunciation sounded in the classroom, and from time to time he wrote a word on the blackboard with chalk.
When the shrill screams and the sound of the table colliding sounded, everyone in class A1 was startled and panicked.
"Quiet, teacher, go out and see what's going on." The woman standing on the podium turned around, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
The whole class fell silent, but when they heard the screams from over there, there was some piercing chill behind them.
The English teacher walked out quickly, but within a few seconds, she came back.
A pair of green onion-like fingers tightly gripped the door panel, a face full of horror poked in from the outside, the twisted arc of the jaw was very strange, and the eyes were a little big.
"Tick tock."
Bright red blood flowed down from the door panel and began to meander slowly on the ground.
The woman who was still gentle a moment ago twisted her neck and was cut into a deep mark. She stared at the whole classroom, her mouth slightly opened as if about to spit out two words.
The sharp ax was pulled out from the flesh, and hit the door panel with a bang.
A strange face poked in from above her, with a smile on his face, "How are you guys?"
Her voice is very charming, but it gives people a chilling feeling.
The students in the classroom looked at her with fear on their faces, their pupils shrank and trembled slightly, and then, the same screams sounded in the classroom, the tables collided with each other, and all the students were in a mess, scrambling to get out through the back door .
A woman in a red dress came in with a bloody axe. She was barefoot, leaving blood marks on the ground one after another, "What are you running for?"
While laughing, the woman used a sharp ax to chop the student closest to her who was too scared to walk. The bright red blood splashed on her face. She licked her blood-stained hand and giggled, "It turns out that your blood is still hot."
Shen Mubai gritted his teeth, held Ji Shu's hand tightly, and squeezed into the crowd.
Sun Jiazhi, who originally said he would protect her, pushed her aside, looking terrified and trying to escape from the classroom desperately.
"Let's go out through the front door." She glanced at the woman walking towards this side, and whispered in Ji Shu's ear, "Squat down."
The warm breath sprinkled on his ears, bringing a tingling feeling. Ji Shu's mind was slightly distracted, and he didn't come back to his senses until the other party pulled him down.
The woman didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and walked all the way on the bloody trail. The students were stuck in the back door because of the traffic jam.
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