The students all closed their eyes obediently. The young psychology teacher walked slowly between the two rows of seats.
"Psychological relief," his voice is very soft, as if there is no strength, every word is floating in the air, but when it reaches the ear, the tone has an unshakable power, I don't think this will have any effect. "
Some students opened their eyelids in surprise, and happened to meet the man's gaze. The young psychology teacher said calmly: "I said, don't open your eyes casually."
The male student who opened his eyes murmured, and hurriedly closed them again.
"But," the psychology teacher said lightly, "the school wants me to teach you a lesson."
His footsteps seemed to have paused, and Kou Dong sensed the breath belonging to others, which had no temperature and was almost icy cold. "Please recall, students, how did you feel when you saw that scene?"
Several voices sounded in the classroom one after another. Some students shivered and honestly said they were disgusted; others said they didn't feel anything. They had read enough newspapers these days and were used to it.
"No matter what kind of emotion, this is normal," said the psychology teacher, and then pressed the button in his hand, "Please don't treat your emotions as scourges. Whether it is fear, joy, sadness, fear, or even For anger, these are very precious things—”
His thick black eyes lifted up, his expression dull.
"Everyone please remember to cherish it."
What Kou Dongpin said, Yue Pin felt something was wrong. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but when a psychology teacher in a school said such words, it didn't seem like he was teaching people to control their emotions, but rather...
It seems to be instigating them to allow these emotions to develop even more.
Good emotions can certainly spread, but what about bad ones
Kou Dong finally couldn't help it, and quietly opened his eyes a little. Almost the moment he opened it, he regretted it, because he met the eyes of the young psychology teacher. The psychology teacher was right in front of him, staring down at him steadfastly, and asked aloud, "Is there any problem with this classmate?"
Kou Dong looked back at him, was silent for a while, and only shook his head.
"No."
he answered.
The psychology teacher twitched the corners of her thin lips, and her voice was extremely soft.
"Then why are you opening your eyes?"
Kou Dong didn't blink, and said casually, "Because the teacher is handsome, I want to take a second look."
Other players: "... ???"
Their livers and gallbladders are about to burst at this moment.
No, everyone can tell that this psychological teacher should be a key NPC, and at first glance it is a striking protagonist's face—if this is an ordinary passerby, the system will never spend so much effort to create such a face for him .
Maybe it's still the final boss.
Having grown into such a final boss... Kou Dong dared to open his mouth to tease him
Kou Dong is very innocent, he has no intention of flirting at all, he just blows rainbow farts to the psychology teacher sincerely, "With your looks, if you don't look twice, you will be sorry for yourself."
The psychology teacher's eyes were hidden behind the thin plain mirror, and he smiled slightly after a while, "I haven't seen this classmate before."
The monitor of the class replied: "He is a new transfer student."
"Transfer Students… "
The psychology teacher repeated these three words, and turned his attention to Kou Dong again.
"If you have any questions," he said, "you are welcome to consult me at any time."
Kou Dong had a feeling that he would be swallowed by the sea, and replied: "Definitely."
A few minutes later, a slow pure music was played in the classroom. In the sound of this song, everyone closed their eyes, listening to the faint voice of the young teacher describing them, the beach, the waves...
It is a tone that can make people feel calm from the heart. The heart seemed to be washed clean by the waves of the sound, and when I opened my eyes again, my whole body was light, as if lying in the arms of my mother.
Just at this moment, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Song Hong walked over through the students who got up one after another, stretched his arms and stretched his waist, "It's really comfortable. I feel that the pressure is gone."
Kou Dong did not comment on this. He glanced at the podium and found that the young psychology teacher had disappeared and had returned to the office at some point.
Song Hong said, "Go back?"
Kou Dong nodded and stood up, "Where is Axue?"
"..."
Only then did the two realize that the little girl was still sitting on the seat, facing forward, staring at something. Song Hong's palm shook in front of her, but he didn't shake the little girl's mind back.
Song Hong frowned, feeling a little worried, so he slapped her hard on the back.
This time, the little girl finally came back to her senses, and frowned back.
"What are you doing?"
Song Hong said, "Why are you in a daze? Your eyes are straight."
The little girl didn't answer, but looked around, and was a little surprised when she saw the empty seats, and asked, "get out of class is over already?"
"What are you thinking about?" Song Hong felt incredible, "It's been a few minutes since get out of class... Didn't you see that everyone has left?"
From entering this dungeon, the little girl became distraught, not her usual calm and silent appearance.
Kou Dong looked in the direction she was looking at before, frowned, and asked, "Are you looking at the scar?"
— That place is exactly where Scar sits during the day. He was originally sitting on the side, but something happened to him during the day, Scar thought it was unlucky, so he forced the NPC in the class to change seats with him.
The new location happened to be within A Xue's line of sight.
The little girl was silent for a while, as if she had something to say, it had already reached her lips.
However, she finally shook her head and avoided answering. She just stood up from behind the desk and said in a low voice, "Let's go."
It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark outside. The lights in the corridor seemed to be old and not very bright, and the light that shone down was also dim, illuminating many places.
The school was almost empty of students, and there were only three of them left. The old man whose faint shadow was dragged by the light was like a monster following behind him step by step. Kou Dong subconsciously turned around several times, but was startled by his own shadow—when the shadow completely enveloped him, he also felt a sense of being overwhelmed. The illusion of touching by unfamiliar fingers.
The buzzing of insects in the campus was silent, and a stray cat jumped from nowhere and plunged into the trash can, rummaging through the trash can with a rustling sound.
The sound startled all three of them, and after seeing clearly that it was a cat, their hearts slowly relaxed again.
Walking out of the gate of the East Campus to the dormitory building is a secluded path.
The leaves were rustling by the wind, and Kou Dong's eyes were a little bit, as if dust had drifted in.
He stopped and subconsciously rubbed his closed eyes with his hands.
The two people beside him turned around and looked at him, "What?"
Kou Dong wanted to answer that they had been blinded, but suddenly, amidst the noise of the wind, he heard a soft, chilling laugh.
The voice was very strange, it was a somewhat hoarse male voice, not the voice of Song Hong or A Xue.
"..."
Kou Dong suddenly opened his eyes.
"Who?"
Both of them were at a loss, and they still couldn't understand, "What?"
"Laughter." Kou Dong said, "Didn't you hear that?"
Song Hong's lips slowly pursed into a straight line, and he shook his head.
The little girl beside her also shook her head, expressing that she had never heard of it.
"Could it be a mistake?"
Kou Dong didn't think he heard it wrong. In fact, he could even hear the faint nasal voice clearly.
—Who is laughing
He looked at the path carefully, Song Hong and the two looked at each other, took out the phone from the bag, and turned on the flashlight. A white beam of light shines out, gradually illuminating the dark road.
When he touched the trembling tree blown by the wind, Kou Dong suddenly paused.
"… what is that?"
The wind seemed to stop in an instant.
There was no movement around, only the gloomy moon hanging high in the sky. There was a snow-white mass nestled there, and Jud looked like a white cloth draped over the ground.
The cluster of light slowly moved down and finally settled on the ground. With the help of this beam of light, Kou Dong and the others finally saw clearly what the pale thing protruding from behind the tree trunk was.
—That’s not a white cloth towel.
It was a dead man's foot.
Even Ah Xue, who has always been calm, couldn't help letting out a gasp of surprise at this moment.
It's not the first time they've seen dead people in the game. But there has never been a corpse that looks like this.
Rather than saying that he is a corpse, it is more like a plaster statue, cold, with an abnormal dead white color, and the color of any blood vessels or tendons cannot be seen—this corpse is all white from the hair to the toes. of.
His body swelled up like a jellyfish, already tense to the extreme, and when touched by his fingers, it was as hard as a cold stone.
The little girl's hands trembled a little, and it took a long time to wipe off the messy hair on his sideburns.
"he-"
Together they recognized the face.
This is the face of the student accused of being a thief in the daytime.
"he died."
The living person I saw not long ago is now lying here, but he has no breath. The three of them were speechless for a long time. After a long time, the security guard rushed over and said to them, "Student, get out of the way!"
"Get out of the way!"
The police car was also dispatched upon hearing the news, and they were already very familiar with such a strange corpse, so they didn't find it strange. Several people worked together to lift him up, put him flat into the car, and warned: "Be careful, he is very brittle now and can easily break."
This crisp word sent chills down the backs of several people.
The leading police officer looked at them and asked, "Are you the first to discover it?"
Seeing a few children nodding, he wrote down something on the paper, and looked up at them again, with a milder attitude, "Are you scared? Come with us."
The three got into the car and went to the police station with them.
The police did not make things difficult for them, but only asked some basic questions such as time, place, and whether they knew each other. When the situation was almost written down, he rubbed his forehead with his fingers before sighing softly.
"Fourteenth."
Song Hong and Kou Dong looked at each other, and tentatively asked: "Uncle policeman, can I ask about the cause of their death?"
The policeman shook his head, but gave a wry smile.
"It's not that I didn't tell you, but we haven't found out yet."
Song Hong was a little surprised, "The autopsy report..."
"Student," the policeman said, "look at the corpse like that, do you think he died in an ordinary way?"
-indeed.
Where can ordinary people be like this when they die.
Kou Dong: "What do you mean, he was killed by a ghost?"
"That can't be said," the policeman said with a straight face, but not much anger. His attitude towards Kou Dong was softer than that towards the other two, "Successors of socialism, how can you say such a thing? We believe in materialism, and such gods and ghosts do not exist in our socialism. .”
Socialist successor Kou Dong: "..."
He didn't think so at first, until one day, after playing a love game that passed the socialism test, he entered a horror game full of pitfalls...
"It may be some rare gene or virus," the policeman said vaguely, lowering his head to write in his notebook. "If there is any result in the future, we will inform the society. You don't have to worry about it."
Song Hong understands that the information this NPC can provide is quite limited. He didn't miss it either, and motioned for Kou Dong to leave.
Kou Dong didn't get up, but remained silent for a while, and suddenly asked another question.
"May I ask you," he said, "the other thirteen victims...did they lose their temper before they died?"
The policeman raised his eyes from the notebook and looked at him in surprise.
"Yes.—how do you know?"
His pen tapped the paper.
"Three people got into fights with neighbors, four people fought with their spouses, and the remaining six were all colleagues or business partners. But what does this mean?"
Kou Dong shook his head, smiling with a natural and innocent look. In addition, her face is tender at the moment, and she is wearing a blue and white school uniform, with a thin white neck exposed above the collar, which seems to have no attack power at all.
"It's nothing, I just remembered and wanted to ask you." He said, stood up from the chair, and put his schoolbag on his back again, "If it's okay, we'll go first."
"Wait," the policeman suddenly remembered something, and said, "It's not safe outside now, and you're underage, so I've notified the teachers at your school to pick you up—"
Before the words were finished, there was a knock on the door. Kou Dong raised his eyes, and a pair of superior long legs came into view instantly, and when he looked up, he saw a gentle and handsome face. The young psychology teacher pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled at them.
"Come on," he said, "I'll pick you up."
Song Hong & Axue at the back: "..."
Of course they didn't think it was said to them.
So here comes the question, what is going on with this NPC-does they treat them as dead