When Xue Kaimo walked back to the bedroom, it was already nine o'clock in the morning. The whole school seemed to have just woken up from a sick sleep, and there was a dull and lazy atmosphere everywhere.

Some people passed by Xue Kaimo's side, everyone with blood-red sleepy eyes and indistinct conversations in their mouths, Xue Kaimo looked at the figures that staggered far and near, and suddenly felt that another more cruel disaster was imminent,

"Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, there won't be any more survivors here. When she walked into the dormitory building, Xue Kaimo noticed that the mailroom was empty, maybe the old lady was no longer there, or forever, as she herself said.

In the bedroom, Ke Tong and Li Ju had disappeared, and the quilts on the beds of the two of them were chaotically rolled up and piled at the head of the bed.

The more and more dazzling sunlight shone into the bedroom, shining in a bleak empty room, Xue Kaimo thought of the worry-free time in the past, and suddenly felt so sad that he wanted to cry.

But he just reached out and wiped the corners of his dry eyes, took off his shoes, and went to bed. When Xue Kaimo woke up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, the sky outside had become gloomy, the sky had also been lowered, and there was a continuous chaotic and noisy human voice outside the window, everything was like a reappearance of yesterday.

Xue Kaimo went to the water room to wash his face, and returned to the bedroom to sit on Ke Tong's bed and smoke. Suddenly, a sharp stinging pain suddenly hit the soles of his feet, Xue Kai threw away the cigarette in pain, and quickly raised his feet to look at the soles of his shoes, but saw nothing.

This tingling pain made Xue Kaimo more sober, he remembered the tunnel, remembered the old lady who mysteriously appeared and disappeared immediately, he decided to go back to Building 3 or a canteen no matter what, to find another exit from the tunnel.

However, just when Xue Kaimo made this decision, that exit had already been discovered. The unattended wasteland next to the administrative building suddenly collapsed inexplicably.

At first, someone had seen the disappearance of the ground through the leaky gauze, and as the people dismantled the gauze and gathered around the wasteland to watch it closely, they forgot what else could be done beyond the desperate vomiting and screaming.

The collapsed ground was reduced to fine sand and sprinkled evenly on top of the twenty-five corpses underground.

Eighteen of the twenty-five bodies were pierced by javelins stolen from the Department of Physical Education, each with a long, bloodied head revealing from their chest.

The other seven corpses were neatly placed together, and the seven blood-stained human heads were facing the direction of the administrative building.

Through the layer of blood that had long been killed, someone recognized Gao Tian, Xu Xin, Lingzi, Xiaoxiao, Xiao Yao, Xiao Zhou, and Chai Yu from the seven corpses.

And it was found that the bodies of these seven people were all made in order, and the numbers were written on each person's forehead with a red pen, starting from Takada to Chai Yu, respectively

“1，2，21，22，23，24，25。 Immediately afterward, other numbers were seen on the other eighteen bodies: 3 to 20.

For a while, boundless conjectures quickly spread among the crowd.

"What do these numbers mean, is it the order in which these people died?"

"If so, will it be until 25 or will there be other numbers, and who will die next?"

"Who buried the corpses, and who are the eighteen nameless corpses? Suddenly, someone found a card under his feet that he had stepped on at some unknown point, and the number on the card was 30.

At first, the man who picked up the cards didn't care, but the more he looked at the red number thirty on the cards, the more he felt that the number was so similar to those on the corpses, and soon he flicked the cards into the air and ran away as fast as he could.

Gradually, more and more people discovered the cards, and no one noticed when they were stuffed with one of these death-related cards, and although there were many cards, there were only five numbers on them: 26, 27, 28, 29, 30.

For a time, a large number of cards were sprinkled into the sky, some fell into the pit, and some were blown away by the wind.

The people who played the cards suddenly went crazy and suddenly depressed, like a puppet with an instant of its spirit, and began to dance under the gray and white sky.