This graduation photo is unremarkable.
Everyone stood neatly and neatly, the twisted smiles piled up with flesh on the face of the faceless man were weird, and a glance made people's backs chill.
The girl in the last row has only one eye, half of the nostril and half of the mouth.
She looked at the camera, the corners of her mouth curled up pretending to be happy, but her eyes were full of sadness and despair that almost overflowed.
Zong Jiu also noticed that the girl's wrists hanging aside were full of shocking scars, both new and old. At first glance, they were caused by self-cutting their wrists.
Combined with the diary obtained earlier, this photo is undoubtedly also a valuable clue.
The white-haired magician's slender fingers slowly crossed this yellowed graduation photo.
He did not speak or notify anyone, but silently received the photo in his pocket.
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The appearance of the Faceless Man put all the B-level trainees into the most tense state for this.
Especially after the main system stamped and certified Faceless Person could not return to the thriller trainee dormitory, everyone understood the significance of this change.
As long as there is a sigh of relief in the dungeon of horror, even if it is a mental disorder, the main system can drag you to the dormitory for forced electric shock treatment.
The main system treatment is much more powerful than the real-world medical treatment, especially for the treatment of madness. Basically sweeping the electric current can connect the disordered tendons in the brain. For example, the last time the one was cured after going to the punishment dungeon. D-level trainees.
But now, facing trainees who have turned into faceless people, the main system refuses to accept them.
Unless the trainee has not been judged as a trainee, this situation is possible.
For example, like a horror copy with the theme of zombies and apocalypses, once the trainees have not had time to inject the serum and become completely zombies, the main system will also not let them return to an infinite loop.
What they have in common is that they have been classified as "human" in the judgment of the main system.
This is undoubtedly a terrifying news.
But no one knows exactly why the faceless trainee formed.
This is the only trainee who becomes a faceless man, and lacks a variable that can be used as a control group. What can be extracted may be nothing more than vague possible vocabulary such as "poor academic performance", "seems to be isolated", and "study day and night".
In just one day, the faceless trainees just browsed through all the textbook test questions, and flew from the bottom of the seven classes to the top of the whole year on a rocket. The limit is close to the full score of each subject, which is not a miracle. For too much.
For this trainee personally, he has undoubtedly lost himself and has become a "perfect machine" cultivated by the No. 1 Middle School. It is the existence of the principal who stands in front of the rostrum and flaunts the word of perfection, but also loses his personality. .
But starting from the interests of the class, it is undoubtedly a good thing.
The scores of faceless trainees are twice that of the first grade Fanzhuo.
From the second to last in the class to the top pick in the grade, this was enough to raise the average score for the entire seventh class, and suddenly pulled the seventh class from the bottom of the current nine classes to the middle reaches.
Moreover, the performance of the faceless trainees is very stable, and they can stabilize their own level in two consecutive weekly tests, and there will never be any abnormalities in their performance.
Gradually, not only the grade level, but there is not much discussion in the seventh class.
The faceless trainees were previously violent and unwelcome objects in the class. They had no organization, and their strength was barely reluctant. Only Liang Mingde who was a little familiar with him was the first to discover his abnormality, but only Limited to conversation.
Even if something happens to such a person, no one will really feel sorry for him, let alone find a way to reverse it.
Although the truth is cruel, it is also blameless.
Compared with these, the exam that is close at hand burns even more eyebrows.
Time passed quietly.
Finally, after the third week of this month, there are only eight days to count down before the midterm exam.
All classes are anxious.
Even if all the trainees study desperately, it is really difficult to achieve such a score in such a short period of time.
All trainees have learned about madness.
Not only walking with a book, but also sleeping with a book. Twenty-four hours a day to night, excluding the time to sleep, all used to do the examination papers to correct the answers.
What should I do if there is not enough time? Only infinitely compress the time to sleep. Except for the half vampires, most of the trainees have dark circles and bags under their eyes, becoming giant pandas.
No one cares about being caught by the dormitory aunt. Even if they are caught, they have to take papers and pens, wear pants in the hallway of the dormitory, writing questions while standing in the hallway, unwilling to waste a minute and a second.
Of the nine classes in the whole year, there are still six classes with a gap of six hundred points.
Of these six classes, class nine is close to six hundred points away and nearly fifty points away.
There are only eight days left in the mid-term exam, but there are still so many classes that have not met the standard. The fear and despair in the hearts of the trainees can be imagined.
If you switch to a slightly lower-level trainee, I'm afraid you will have to collapse directly.
Even more frightening is that at the flag-raising ceremony this week, the dean of education even laughed and praised them for saying that the quality of this year's students was really good. Not only did the students make the right choice so early, but as of now, there is no psychological failure. Choose suicide.
B-level trainees are all old people who have experienced big winds and waves in an infinite loop, but at this moment they feel that although this collective copy does not exist, it is the most terrifying and depressing copy they have experienced.
Tomorrow is the last weekly test before the midterm exam.
Zong Jiu went back to the dormitory to take a bath, and after washing, he overheard the conversation between the squad leader and another squad leader.
"Not only has one of the hind legs disappeared, but the seventh class even has an extra thigh close to full marks. It is not a good thing to become a faceless man."
"If you want me to say it, I wish that the last few trash in our class would also change."
Zong Jiu frowned.
Among all the class monitors of 101, five class monitors are the most extreme.
He is not the strongest overall strength among the B-level trainees, but he has the best test scores. He still has a crooked idea in his heart, wanting to take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to wipe out some future competitors.
High-level trainees generally think long-term.
Since only one hundred people will be able to debut in the future, this means that the main system will either brush all the trainees to only one hundred in the previous dungeon, or it will refine the score rating, rank the top one hundred, and then obliterate it. Lost a hundred trainees.
In this way, all the trainees except for themselves are competitors. Rather than putting them in the future to make a bloody battle, it is better to take advantage of this excellent opportunity to act first.
From the very beginning, when passing the blank paper, the squad leader of the fifth shift obviously showed the negative meaning of sabotage.
In this gap, the squad leader of Class 5 saw the white-haired young man who had just walked out of the bathroom, standing not far away.
Because of washing his hair, Zong Jiu's untied white long hair was draped wet on his shoulders, soaking the bath towels on his shoulders, soaking in patches of slightly darker water.
The young man was slender and thin, and his whole body seemed to be barely fleshy, but because of the lack of pigment, he was so white that he was almost reflective.
Perhaps because of the overheating of the water, that beautiful and excessive face in the past was also stained with a bit of thrilling red, as if a painter stained Chu Hong with an ink pen, fainted, and then reluctantly put the pen back.
The squad leader of Class 5 stared directly at him, waiting for Zong Jiu to react when he was disgusted.
As if to conceal his momentary absence, he murmured in a vicious voice, "What are you looking at? I'm not mistaken. It's all in an infinite loop. What's the charm of the Virgin."
After saying this, the squad leader reacted, inevitably shrinking in his heart.
Let’s not say that the magician is a newcomer who is in the limelight recently. He also made friends with No.2 Fanzhuo, was optimistic about No.1, and got an invitation letter from the overnight family. It's definitely not an existence that his low-level B-level can afford.
Zong Jiu said coldly, "I didn't look at you, but you noisy my ears."
The original retreat disappeared in an instant, and this contemptuous and disdainful look completely exploded the fifth squad leader.
"Who do you think you are? The newcomer dares to be so arrogant? Don't think that you can do whatever you want with the preference of that adult."
In the next second, the sound of poker cards breaking through the air and the sound of the spine of the book being placed on the table sounded at the same time.
The card cut through the air sharply, and impartially left a shallow and long blood mark on the cheek of the fifth squad leader.
The moment it plunged into the wall behind it, an indifferent, flat male voice followed, "It's noisy."
Not far away, the dark wizard in black robes was pressing down the book he was reading, and his handsome profile face looked extremely unkind in the dim light.
The green eyes he saw were long and narrow, easily reminiscent of the dim aurora of the cold North Pole. But I don't know why, at this moment, in Zong Jiu's mind, it unexpectedly gradually overlapped with another pair of unrelated dark golden pupils.
Zong Jiu felt that he was really a bit of a dead man.
Not long ago, when the King was playing, he also tested it with tarot cards, which ruled out the possibility of the black wizard being manipulated by the devil.
On that day, No.5 Azan in black was controlled/manipulated by a demon. He borrowed Lin Guoxing's body, and then another wave to lure the enemy into deep, deliberately selling miserables, and then no.5 was implanted with a puppet thread.
The black wizard has never been injured in this copy. Moreover, this is only a month, and no.1 is not so great that its supernatural powers.
In fact, the most important thing is that Zong Jiu firmly believes that no.1 can't help him out so kindly.
Although he didn't know why the devil suddenly gave up the idea of killing him, he was never so naive to think that the devil would not kill him in the future.
Zong Jiu is even more annoyed with the current attitude of no.1 than his previous life-and-death attitude.
No pain or itching like this every day, just to find some unpleasant behavior. The killing intent was restrained, but the behavior was clearly like teasing one's own pet, with condescending love and pity from beginning to end.
With Zongjiu's arrogance, it is strange that he can bear it.
He who bears grudges said that he had put the killing of the devil on the agenda in his heart, and in the future, he must let No.1 feel the feeling of face beating and being beaten.
As soon as the black wizard spoke, the squad leader of the fifth class dared to say nothing, and left the dormitory in a desperate manner.
Zong Jiu wiped her hair lazily, then turned around and said thank you in a low voice.
Thanks to him, no.8 has nothing to express.
The dark green eyes swept across without emotion, and fell back to the book he was holding.
Feeling the familiar indifferent sight, Zong Jiu felt more relieved, and felt that there was no need to waste another card drawing opportunity.
Silence resumed in the bedroom, but strangely, there was no sound of rustling pages.
The white-haired magician, who turned his back to the black wizard and wiped his hair, didn't realize that he had missed an important message.
Zhuge An once said to him that the soul attack after the fifth puppet thread implanted by the devil is not completely transformed into the devil himself. In order to be rational, these completely manipulated people will be allowed to retain their own personalities. After being manipulated, the character of the person he showed was still that of the original owner, but the inside was eroded and manipulated by the consciousness of higher authority, so that no flaws were exposed due to excessive changes in personality.
This is why the ability of No.1 is so incomprehensible, because unless the puppet being/operated shows its feet, it will be difficult for others to detect abnormalities, let alone the person being/operated.
Just like Messiah.
Unexpectedly, I didn't know if it was because I was too busy studying lately or there was something in my mind that didn't turn it around, Zong Jiu didn't even think about it.