It is impossible to say cross talk, the technical difficulty is too high, and it is a bit difficult to realize.
Fortunately, Teacher Mo is a cultural person after all, and after being persuaded by them for a few words, he gradually came to his senses, sat on the sidelines dazed while touching his Mediterranean head, and still couldn't figure out why he made such a big fuss over such a trivial matter. temper.
He was the kind of good old man who wouldn't get angry no matter what he said.
"Hi," he smiled after a long time, "this is really rare..."
Kou Dong's eyes shifted downwards, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
He stared at the ground tightly, only to feel a sudden cold sweat on his back. A few seconds later, he stretched out his hand and pulled Song Hong's sleeve beside him.
"Look—" he said softly, "on the ground."
Song Hong was taken aback for a moment, and then realized something. After hesitating for a while, he slowly moved his gaze down and landed on the concrete floor of the cafeteria.
The morning sun wasn't too strong, but now it was so hot that his head ached a little.
He saw the shadow of a middle-aged man lying on the ground. The shadow's face was blurry, and it was no longer recognizable as a human being. Instead, it presented a strange oval shape, which reminded him of football.
It curled up quietly, huge and full. It just seemed to vibrate slightly with the angle of the sunlight coming in from the window.
Like a juicy fruit.
— Like a cocoon hidden deep.
This change seems to be only a moment. After the middle-aged man stood up, it turned into an ordinary ball again, stretching out the normal human shape it should have.
The middle-aged man didn't realize it, but looked a little tired, and waved at them.
"Thank you," he said, "I'll go back and rest first."
Song Hong hesitated, but still called him: "Teacher Mo!"
The middle-aged man turned his head, "Huh?"
"You..." Song Hong wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it down, and said, "Be careful. It's best not to see any students these days."
Teacher Mo patted his head again, laughed, and agreed.
He walked towards the dormitory building, carefully avoiding other students on the way this time. Song Hong stared at his back, and shook his head slightly after a while.
"So that's the real reason those things hatch in the dark," he said, "and the shadows might reveal where they are?"
Kou Dong said: "Compared with this, I want to know where they all went in the end."
Monsters that feed on hatred and fear. Where will their final habitat be
No one can answer this question for the time being, and when they try to close their eyes again, all they hear are ordinary, not the slightest strange sounds. The door to another world seems to be opened only at night.
"We haven't fully walked through this school yet," Song Hong suggested, "Today, let's go for a good walk."
The remaining two naturally had no objection.
Now, the face of this dungeon is gradually revealed in front of them, and it has nothing to do with the course schedule. Naturally, they didn't need to work from morning to night like real students. After breakfast, the three of them started to check from the teaching building.
At first glance, this school is no different from normal schools. For the convenience of teaching, the teachers' offices are next to the class, and they can be reached in two steps.
There are three grades in total, and the total number of students is no more than a thousand.
Kou Dong and them looked over from classroom to classroom, only seeing normal students in class. On the way, a female teacher came out of the office with a book in her arms, and bumped into them, she couldn't help frowning.
"If you don't study well, what are you going out to do?"
Song Hong was taken aback, opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Kou Dong had already reacted quickly and covered his stomach, lowered his eyes, and called Teacher Zhang in a low voice.
The voice was weak, as if he hadn't eaten for three days.
Song Hong was taken aback. He turned his head to see that Kou Dong's face was pale, and he walked unsteadily, looking very weak.
The female teacher loosened her brows, "Go to the infirmary? Be careful when you eat, because your stomach hurts."
"..." Song Hong opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Fuck, why doesn't his little friend go to get the Oscar statuette.
Kou Dong replied weakly: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your concern."
After all, he seemed to be more uncomfortable.
"All right, all right," the female teacher didn't bother anymore, "Go, be careful."
She moved her foot to make way for them. Song Hong supported Kou Dong who looked like his bones had been taken out at the moment, and he couldn't help but praise Kou Dong's acting skills when he was far away.
"Brother Niu, the joke comes as soon as it comes—isn't it, Axue?"
There was no response to his words, the little girl frowned and kept looking at Kou Dong.
"Axue, Axue?"
The little girl's footsteps simply stopped.
"That teacher just now," she said, still looking at Kou Dong, "do you know him?"
Kou Dong finally stood up straight, with a somewhat puzzled expression on his face.
"What's the meaning?"
"Answer me first." The little girl said forcefully, "Do you know her?"
"I know you," Kou Dong replied in a daze, "Isn't she Teacher Zhang? She teaches politics, she's easy to talk to..."
Song Hong also slowly realized something. He let go of his hand and pursed his lips tightly.
He and A Xue looked at each other, their expressions were a little dignified.
"How did you know her?"
"Didn't she have a lesson for us?—what's the matter, didn't you two have a lesson?"
Song Hong's expression was not very good-looking. He hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice, "Ah Xue and I have never seen her before."
The three of them are in the same class in the copy, and they are taking the same class in the class.
His voice was hoarse.
"So how did you know her surname is Zhang?"
"And how do you know... she teaches politics?"
Kou Dong's profile picture was punched hard by someone. His mind was buzzing, and for a moment, he was a little dizzy.
In the vagueness, it seemed that the female teacher was talking to him just now: "Don't be foolish all day long, and pretend to be sick in front of me..."
Then he couldn't help laughing again, and patted his head, "If one day you don't do well in the exam, the teacher can't punish you to death."
He saw himself standing opposite with a smile, the same youthful image as in the current dungeon. The zipper of the school uniform was not pulled to the top, the cuffs were loosely rolled up, and the hair was scratched a bit.
"How can Mr. Zhang not believe me..."
Afterwards, the voice was slurred, so I couldn't hear clearly anymore.
Song Hong's voice was full of worry, and he patted him: "Are you all right?"
Kou Dong shook his head, feeling a strange fishy sweetness in his throat. He swallowed and said, "It's okay."
He dismissed the incident, "Maybe I heard it from people in the dormitory, but I don't remember it."
Song Hong didn't question this statement, and the little girl next to him didn't say anything either. She only looked at Kou Dong again, and after a long time, she slowly looked away.
All players accessing the game are brain waves. Under this premise, it can be said that part of it is controlled by the game system. The first time she tried to bring up this matter with Kou Dong, there was an abnormal blank in her memory.
When she thought about it later, she couldn't remember what she had said to Kou Dong at that time.
Since then, she has figured it out in her heart, knowing that "The Dead" probably does not want Kou Dong to know the inside story.
But as a player, what Ah Xue can do is extremely limited, so he can only remind him in this way.
be careful.
If it is as she guessed, "The Dead" will bring Kou Dong into the game again...
There was a secret panic in her heart, but she couldn't speak it out.
—In that case, would the system really be willing to release Kou Dong again
The three of them searched the teaching building, but found no other clues. On the contrary, Kou Dong got the attention of many NPCs. When he came down the stairs on the right, some students even stuffed envelopes for him with blushing faces.
After stuffing it, he smiled embarrassedly at him and ran away.
Song Hong was already used to Kou Dong's inexplicable attraction to NPCs, and he didn't find it surprising when he saw this scene, so he folded his arms and lamented the first love that he couldn't get back in his youth. Kou Dong, a pure white paper that has never been touched by a little girl, has no interest in such topics. When he mentions his first love, he somehow thinks of the car that is never far or near behind him.
But that has nothing to do with this kind of pure love, after all, the serious guy sitting there is a stalker, and he has nothing to do with girlish feelings.
At the corner of the first floor, he caught a glimpse of someone standing there talking to a girl. He is tall, and his long legs are quite superior. Since his back is facing, he can only see one back clearly.
But just relying on this back, it can also be recognized at a glance. — This is the young psychology teacher.
He lowered his head and his voice was gentle, as if he was persuading something. The eye circles of the girl on the opposite side were already red, she clasped her hands tightly together, lowered her head and remained silent.
Kou Dong's heart skipped a beat.
He took two steps forward, almost forcibly inserting himself between the two, "What are you talking about, Teacher Si?"
This action was not polite, but the psychology teacher didn't bother with him. The pair of light-colored eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses looked at him, and the person stared at by him had the illusion of spring breeze blowing against his face for no reason. This feeling did not make Kou Dong feel relieved, but instead tightened the nerve in his heart even more. Xian, "I'm talking about some personal matters."
After he finished speaking, he patted the girl's shoulder with his hand, "Go back and think about it."
The girl kept her lips tightly shut, and after hearing this, she quickly bowed to him, turned her head and left.
Kou Dong asked vigilantly, "What's private?"
The psychology teacher smiled slightly, and said casually: "She asked me to enlighten her troubles."
"What trouble?"
He asked straightforwardly like this, and the NPC actually answered all the questions, but the smile on his lips deepened, "About her father's troubles."
For some reason, Kou Dong suddenly felt the little girl beside him shrink back.
"Her father is a gambler," the psychology teacher said indifferently, "he owed a lot of money, and ran away by himself, leaving their mother and daughter as gambling debts to those people. Later, her mother fell ill again."
Kou Dongxin also twitched.
"She still hasn't finished the money, what should I do? So I want to ask me to help and give her advice."
"I promised her that I would show her a way out."
"... what way?"
The person who asked was Axue. The little girl raised her head and looked at him without blinking her eyes.
The young psychology teacher let out a chuckle. This laughter is very familiar, almost exactly the same as the laughter Kou Dong heard in those nights when he broke out of his cocoon and became a butterfly.
He felt his face start to itch again.
It seemed that the tips of the wings swept over the tip of his nose. He trembled slightly because of this, experiencing uncontrollable tremors.
The psychology teacher seemed to find it very interesting. He covered his entire palm, rubbed his fingers slightly, and touched his student's dense eyelashes.
In the inner world that Kou Dong couldn't see, countless insect eggs were trembling eagerly. They couldn't wait to shake the pale cocoon they were in, wanting to touch the boy surrounded by it, but they were afraid of What, shrink back and dare not move forward.
In the strange forest formed by the tentacles and wings of adults, Kou Dong was wrapped by a pair of the strongest and most powerful wings. The eyes on the wings stared at him deeply, and the psychology teacher looked down, unable to see any cocoons forming in his student's body.
It's such a shame.
The young psychology teacher thought.
But there is no rush... there will always be an opportunity.
His voice was soft and slow, as if hypnotizing.
"End his life."
He covered the eyes of the man in his arms, but his cheeks turned towards Ah Xue whose face was blushing at some point.
"End his life..."
"This is you, the only way."
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