At first, the Black Realm was like the asphalt of death oozing from hell, or like demonic blood dripping out of thin air.

It descends on the world irregularly, swallowing everything within its reach, not even the light can escape.

But just when the whole world was anxious about this, a piece of black domain disappeared silently.

As the fog lifted, the first survivor was rediscovered.

In the shot, there is no trace of depression on his scorched face, but instead he raises the treasure in his hand with a feverish expression.

When people see the transcendent creation, they suddenly realize.

It turns out that the black field is not asphalt, it is oil.

It's not death in it, it's a gold mine!

Judging from the survivors' descriptions, it seems that there is some kind of demon king who dominates there.

But it's harmless, even exhilarating.

"How many divisions does Satan have?"

With this wild words of the leader of the Northern Realm, the exploration of the Black Regions is in full swing.

In the two decades since, legends have emerged and the world has changed dramatically.

Today, order has stabilized and life is back on track.

The Black Domain has also already had a new name - the Secret Realm.

For a new generation of young people, the secret place has long been a part of the world, both an earthquake and tsunami that cannot be dodged, but also a beautiful gift from nature from time to time.

It's just that this feast is not shared by most people, and only professionals are qualified to enjoy it.

And those professionals.

Those who are extremely greedy and intelligent adventurers.

Those cunning and great pioneers.

Those reckless, gamblers and warriors.

The most worthy idol, the most despised ruler.

They had only one name all along-

Vanguard.

……

21 years after the opening of the secret realm, March 17, in the afternoon.

[From β1-2103257 Secret Realm Eruption: 49 minutes and 33 seconds.] 】

Xinhai Beiyu Middle School ushered in the most comfortable moment of every day.

In the hallways of the high school, men and women walked out of the classroom in groups after dinner, scrambling down the stairs, leaning lazily against the window, arguing about topics that were never right or wrong, and sharing gossip that never came to fruition.

As for those who cherish their youth, under the teasing of the warm breeze of early spring, they have long been silently raising their eyebrows, or blushing and wanting to refuse to welcome back.

Everything is like a slow-moving youth movie, exuding a true fragrance of happiness in the blandness.

But suddenly there was a moment.

Like some devil crossing the border, the breath of spring began to die down the corridors, and all the colors dimmed.

The men and women stopped talking at the same time, and looked into the middle of the corridor with an unusually complicated look, watching a slender boy approach, pass, and walk away.

The boys wore tight black shirts, black uniform pants, and black leather boots.

He combed his hair with a simple partial, and underneath it was a pair of empty-eyed, temperatureless eyes.

The eyes didn't look at anyone, and the boy didn't care about anything, just put his hands in his trouser pockets, slightly holding his chest, and moving forward at a steady pace, like a wandering ghost.

Of course, he is not a ghost, he is Li Qingming, Li Qingming in the third and fourth classes of high school.

But more people, in private, will call him Hannibal.

That's right, it's the high-IQ pervert in the movie.

If there really is such an indifferent, gorgeous, cruel and desperate criminal in reality, then Li Qingming must be his youth version.

Everyone believes that from the tragic death of the little white rabbit in the breeding garden to the campus figure who inexplicably suspended from school.

From the urban weirdness of a beautiful boy at the crossroads to the teaching director who was admitted to a mental hospital.

It's all Li Qingming's handwriting!

It's just that no evidence of a crime has yet been found.

Why so sure?

Just look at him at a glance, isn't his disregard for humanity clear enough?

And everyone knows that his bag is full of strange things that are on the verge of contraband.

As for the "Elementary Secret Realm Creatures Illustrated" submitted by him at the art festival, it made the most energetic art teachers depressed.

Not to mention his constant verbal coldness and incomprehensible top grades in all subjects.

In short, every temperament and expression of his indicates that he is a budding master of crime, a character who should be in charge of Arkham Asylum, and it is not impossible to follow the right person to go straight to Azkaban, how can He De of Beiyu Middle School tolerate him?

Because of this, whenever Li Qingming passes by, he will arouse the instinctive vigilance of the people around him.

It's just that those people don't dare to talk about him, and they can't ignore him, so they can only peep at him and dare to breathe a sigh of relief until he is far away.

And Li Qingming himself actually enjoys his current social state.

For him, the collective is a verb that describes the process of mental abuse of the minority by the majority, which is full of discipline, assimilation, and strangulation.

In the meantime, each unique soul will be polished to the appearance of the majority, and they will be transformed into elders to discipline their former kind.

This is obviously one of the most horrific atrocities in the world, but most people are accustomed to it, and feel that it is normal to integrate into the collective, and those who are isolated have their own problems and deserve to be bullied.

Of course, they can certainly think so.

Li Qingming never cared what others thought, unless anyone really couldn't think of it and bullied him.

But it's a pity that he didn't wait until he was about to graduate and didn't wait for such a person.

Perhaps this clever education system has already castrated their blood.

At this point, Li Qingming had already walked to the door of the psychological counseling room and gently clicked it.

"Please come in. A young female voice responded.

Li Qingming pushed the door into the house.

It's the school's smallest office, with only an old set of desks and a moldy brown cloth sofa.

A young female teacher with a sloppy ponytail and thick glasses is sitting at a desk, looking down at a short video about insomnia, as if she will not perform her duties until she swallows the saliva of the marketing account.

After a while, she finished watching the video, and sighed unconsciously, before twisting her chair to look at Li Qingming.

Li Qingming also looked at her directly.

"......" The psychology teacher stiffened shallowly, straightened his glasses and said, "Are you ...... Li Qingming, right? Teacher Han in your class asked me to have a good chat with you, and it is best to talk until the afternoon class. ”

"I don't have that much time. Li Qingming quickly replied, "I'm going to go to the toilet in 13 minutes, and then I'm going to take a nap." ”

"Ah, this ......" the teacher's eyebrows frowned slightly, "Your teacher Han is also for your good, he thinks that your psychological problems are already very serious, and I need to evaluate them comprehensively, if you refuse, you can only ask a professional psychiatrist to intervene." ”

"I've been to the hospital and I'm completely healthy. Li Qingming raised his hand and pointed outward, "The report is in the schoolbag." ”

"Huh?" exclaimed the teacher, "you carry your mental examination report to school every day?"

"Yes. ”

"Why?"

"Because it's crowded with rigid, ignorant and tireless faculty who confuse personality with illness. ”

“…… Are you sarcastic about me?"

"It's up to you. ”

"......" The teacher was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses, and said with a busy and relieved expression, "Li Qingming, I can see that you have a lot of personality, but I am indeed entrusted by others to understand your situation well, or you sit down first, let's hurry up and talk for a few words, and it can be regarded as an errand for you Teacher Han." ”

Li Qingming nodded and walked to the sofa, picked the part that could get the sun and sat down, took out a silver pocket watch from his left pocket, gently wiped the dial and said, "We still have 12 minutes." ”

"Well......" the teacher sighed, setting up the pen and paper, "Is it necessary to be so precise in the time of going to the toilet?"

"It is impossible to be absolutely precise, but it is necessary to strive for precision. Li Qingming replied seriously, "Once the management of the biological clock is abandoned, the error will become larger and larger, and eventually the entire endocrine system will fall into erosion." ”

"Huh. The teacher shook his head and laughed while recording, "Everyone goes to the toilet because they feel it, and I haven't seen anyone who is erosive." ”

"Are you insomnia?" Li Qingming suddenly asked.

"Occasionally......"

"That's erosion. ”

“…… Your definition of erosion is also too broad. ”

"So I don't lose sleep. ”

"Liar, don't ......"

"The average time to fall asleep is 7 seconds. ”

“…… Impossible!" the teacher glared at him on the spot.

Li Qingming just yawned, like an extended black cat trapped in the sun.

Seeing that he was so calm, the teacher at this time was already inclined to believe in this matter.

So she naturally changed her words and politely asked, "Do you have any special skills? I have been suffering from insomnia lately......

"I know. ”

"How do you know?"

"Acne, short videos, vascular dark circles, excess oil and dandruff. ”

"You!" the teacher's lips twitched, and he subconsciously glared at Li Qingming and looked hard.

Only then did she realize that this man's skin was so smooth and fair that she couldn't even find a single acne scar.

The whole face is as delicate and stylish as a classical sculpture, without a trace of bloat or incompleteness.

The only imperfection that can be captured is the layer of stubble that has been scraped to a very shallow level, which looks fine and fluffy, and I really want to rub it, I don't know if it will prick my hands......

Li Qingming saw that the psychology teacher was glaring so hard, so he also commented casually: "You always deny me at the first time, this is a typical inferiority." ”

"How can I have?" the teacher glared back, "when did I deny you?"

Li Qingming didn't reply.

“…………”

After a short silence, the teacher straightened his glasses again and said, "Even if I deny you, what does this have to do with low self-esteem." ”

"I'm too lazy to analyze. Li Qingming took out his pocket watch again, "There are less than 10 minutes left." ”

"10 minutes is enough!" the teacher pulled his chair forward and said, "You analyze me now, and if the analysis is good, I will give you a completely healthy report, so that you Teacher Han will not be able to embarrass you." ”

"Embarrassing me?" Li Qingming seemed to be a little interested, and asked with a slight expression, "So Han Chun asked me to come to you, not because I care about my mental health, but because I am deliberately embarrassed?"

"Ah......h As soon as I was excited, I said that I was spitting......"

"Then finish spitting. ”

"This ...... Alas, forget it......" The teacher sighed before saying, "He told me to talk to you for an hour, and try to cram antisocial, psychopathic and other tendencies into the report, I guess it's to find a reason to dissuade you......"

"That's the. Li Qingming suddenly felt bored, "From the beginning of the early reading, he didn't look at me quite right, and thought he was going to murder me." ”

"Ah????" The psychology teacher shuddered on the spot, "You ...... It's too jumpy!"

"No, it's more logical than you think. Li Qingming nodded his head and said, "Just imagine, if I accidentally 'commit suicide' in the toilet a few minutes later, who will be considered to have caused it?"

“………… I?" the psychology teacher glared, "So your assumption is that Han Chun wants to pretend that you are committing suicide and throwing dirty water on me? Let's not talk about what he is trying to do, let's just say that there are so many people in the school, how can he commit the crime?"

"The whole school knows what time I'm going to the toilet and everyone stays away from my private cubicle. Li Qingming nodded slightly excitedly.

“………… This...... What a sufficient environment for committing crimes!" The psychology teacher had an epiphany on his face, and said with a fist, "He can indeed set up a mechanism in the toilet in advance, and trigger it on time when you enter the toilet, and you ...... I'm a mechanical maniac, and even I've seen the design of the deadly mechanism you submitted to the science exhibition, so it's so reasonable for someone like you to pull out a repeater or something!"

"Very well, you have more wisdom than you seem. Li Qingming said with rare appreciation, "This murder can be regarded as a lesson based on aptitude, if you want to exchange details, I am even willing to go to the toilet two minutes late." ”

"......" The psychology teacher trembled three times before he raised his eyes tremblingly: "I kind of know...... Why don't people like you anymore. ”

Li Qingming didn't reply, just tilted his head slightly and fiddled with his pocket watch, as if he was still immersed in this tailor-made murder case.

On the other hand, for the first time in his life, the psychology teacher also had the enthusiasm to get to know a student.

Of course, more of a person wants to puncture the selfishness of a pretending to be a thief.

She couldn't help but pull her chair forward and asked tentatively, "But to be honest, are you acting too deliberately, such as...... Do I have to wear a black shirt?"

"Black relaxes me and is the most common undertone for secret realms. ”

"You're going to the Secret Realm?"

"The secret realm will come to me at any time. ”

"But the probability of urban residents encountering an outbreak in a secret realm is less than five in 1,000. ”

"That's a high probability. ”

"Okay...... the teacher said and pointed to Li Qingming's trouser pocket, "Do you have to put your hands in your pockets?"

"With the watch on the left hand and the weapon on the right, I'm the fastest when I look at the time or cut monsters. ”

“…… You! You have a weapon in your pocket?"

"Not yet, but I've been simulating this state all year round. ”

“…… That...... What about pocket watches? Can't you use a watch and a mobile phone to see the time?"

"It's privacy. ”

"Okay, what about the chest position?"

"It's the basic stance of starting and fighting, and I'm always ready to pounce or be pounced. ”

"But you're at school!"

"Isn't school a place to develop good habits?"

"Ah...... You...... I...... Why am I ......" The psychology teacher sorted it out for a long time before asking with a solemn face, "So, your dream is to become a top soldier?"

"I never dream. Li Qingming said as naturally as breathing, "But I will indeed become a top soldier and eventually die in a secret realm." ”

“…… I understand. The teacher wiped his sweat anxiously, looked at Li Qingming cautiously and said, "People like you, if you are really this kind of person, then it must be very difficult at school, right?"

"All the time. ”

"Then why are you still coming to school...... "The teacher said and knocked his head again, "Oh yes...... The new regulations require high school graduates to be qualified as top soldiers......"

Just as she was talking to herself, Li Qingming had already stood up: "Go to the toilet." ”

Only then did the psychology teacher react, and hurriedly turned back to the table and grabbed the pen: "Wait, the key questions haven't been asked yet, and there is no way to issue a report now." ”

"Then ask quickly. ”

"Well, that's actually a problem. The teacher swallowed and asked slowly, "Are you sure you're not running away?" Maybe you're just afraid of socializing and lacking self-confidence, which is why you're pinning your hopes on another world." ”

"It's not. ”

"That's not an answer, I need an explanation. The psychology teacher raised his pen and asked, "The secret realm is full of suspicion and despair, the survival rate of ordinary people is less than 2%, and there is the master who dominates and tortures everything, wake up Li Qingming, it's a hell there!"

"No, this is hell. ”

"Huh?"

Li Qingming had to shake his head, and looked back indifferently:

"The world is never worth nostalgia for. ”

"My kind is even less worthy of empathy. ”

"The air in hell is much cleaner than it is here. ”

"A zombie who wants to refuse is better than all the beauty in the world. ”

"On top of that, there's also upgrades over there, and there's treasure. ”

"Not to mention the weird rules and exciting plays. ”

"So, instead of going to hell, I'm going home.

"This is hell.

"Do you understand?"

looked at Li Qingming, who was light and unswerving.

The psychology teacher nodded on the spot and waved his pen-

"Discharged! Oh no...... Healthy!"

She wrote hard and said: "If the thinking is based on correctness, then you are obviously wrong, I am afraid that you will be tied to the bed, but if self-consistency is the standard, Li Qingming, you will be the healthiest one in this school, I wish you to go to hell as soon as possible...... Oh no, become a spearhead sooner!"

When she looked up excitedly and expected a response.

But all I saw was a fading door.

Instead, she smiled.

That's right.

You've never cared about this review.

They didn't even care about me.

Strange, why am I laughing?

Instead I became the one who was healed?

What is this? Fighting poison with poison in psychology?

There you have it!

Haha I'm done!

I won't stay in this broken school for a day!