On April 3, 2035, it was cloudless and sunny, and it was still a dull morning. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Mom, I went to school." Zhang Ran pushed the bicycle out of the door, and when he called, the person had already traveled more than ten meters with a gust of wind.

As a senior high school student, in order to rush to go to early study, Zhang Ran stepped on a bicycle, shooting all the way, and the windbreaker that he changed a few days ago was also blown hunting, which made people feel happy, and in just five or six minutes, he turned into an old street.

Xiayi Middle School is the strongest high school in Xiayi County, which has been established for more than 60 years, although it has been preparing for the relocation of the campus in recent years, and it is still in the old city.

Zhang Ran entered the old street, and there were more people, there were already many vendors on the street who had opened stalls, and there were many students around the side, and the noise was full of aroma, and Zhang Ran shook his head.

Zhang Ran was helpless, pushed the bicycle, walked for seven or eight minutes, and walked out of the old street before he pedaled up, the back seat suddenly sank, and a giggling sound sounded behind him.

"What a coincidence, Xueba, I met again today." You don't have to look back, listen to the voice, and you know that it is Li Chenzhi, a friend in the same class.

"Clever peat, I've been here on time for the past few days, and I'll die if I walk for more than ten minutes." Zhang Ran grinned and scolded.

"Well, you can be on time every day, neither early nor late, which means that you still care about me in your heart." Li Chenzhi patted Zhang Ran on the left shoulder.

Zhang Ran was speechless, so he had to step on the pedal in a muffled voice, and after a while, a stone tablet engraved with the words "Xiayi Middle School" showed a little edge from the corner.

Until the 90s, Xiayi High School was still the only high school in Xiayi County, so it covers a wide area, but over the years, the school buildings have been renovated from time to time, and because of the construction plan of the new campus, many buildings have been abandoned around the entire campus, and at this time, Zhang Ran is pedaling through these old buildings.

It seems that no one has taken care of it for many years, and the trees in this large complex are so lush that at first glance, it seems as if they are shrouded in shadows.

Perhaps it was because of the obscurity that Zhang Ran could faintly see that there was still a small group of transparent figures dressed as ancient soldiers wandering around.

Armor-piercing, feet do not walk on the ground, silent, like a resentful spirit that has lingered for thousands of years.

However, they are not wraiths, but a special type of police known as Shinto Guards. Nowadays, this kind of spirit body that is resurrected by the mental power of all beings has long become a unique scenery in this era, even in Xiayi County, which is in the most remote Fifth Ring Area, when night falls, everything is silent, and there will be no shortage of these special police parades.

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When Zhang Ran and the others arrived at the classroom, there were only three people sitting in the class, and they were all studying hard, and when they saw them come in, they didn't even raise their heads.

These are naturally the so-called scholars, and as also scholars, Zhang Ran didn't say hello to anyone, came directly to the seat, quickly picked up the English book, and read it aloud.

With the beginning of the morning reading, this day can be regarded as officially entering the track, and naturally, the bitter party in the third year of high school has not had too happy days.

Although since more than ten years ago, the revival of Shinto by the mental power of all beings has given birth to a large number of superpowers, as well as a large number of ghosts and gods, and reshuffled the pattern of the entire world.

From the torment of the English quiz in the morning, to the roar of the physics teacher in the third or fourth period, and the endless sea of problems in the afternoon math class again......

"Ah, ah, I'm tired brother!" Li Chenzhi twisted his waist and swung his legs, sighed and came to Zhang Ran's side, "Xueba, go, go buy something to eat." ”

Zhang Ran frowned and said lightly: "Don't go." His quarrel drove away Zhang Ran's pen, which took half a class to get the aura of a probability problem.

Li Chenzhi didn't care, and called two people to go out together, while Zhang Ran buried his head and regrouped, after all, compared to other subjects, he was slightly weaker in mathematics.

Unexpectedly, less than half a minute later, Li Chenzhi's shout sounded in his ears again: "Zhang Ran! Zhang Ran! The voice was a little urgent.

Zhang Ran looked up helplessly, saw Li Chenyi holding the teacher's door with his hand, and said breathlessly: "Teacher Liu has something to find you and ask you to go to the office." ”

Zhang Ran took a look, then nodded, quietly closed the information book, got up, went downstairs, and went all the way to the penultimate small room on the right side of the second floor.

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On the sparsely populated old street, Zhang Ran stepped on a bicycle and walked by, startling the street lights next to him to turn on and off, and his breath was white, as if swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

It was the end of spring, there was still a little chill at night, wearing a thin windbreaker, Zhang Ran's hands and feet were slightly cold, but he couldn't care too much, his self-study in the third night of high school was one more section than other grades, and he was delayed for a while because of the problem solving, and now it was close to 11 o'clock, and he even saw several patrolling guards along the way.

Jingle bells!

The bicycle drove out of the old street quickly, although Zhang Ran was in a hurry, he didn't forget to turn around and turn the road and ring the car bell again and again.

The crisp and loud bell echoed on the empty road, Zhang Ran walked on the road, feeling cold and abnormal, only to see that there were still a few neon lights hanging on both sides of the storefront, but more was silent and dim, as if an ancient giant beast was entrenched in the dark, staring at it, invisibly, Zhang Ran shivered and accelerated again.

After turning several corners in a row, Zhang Ran soon saw a quiet community appear in front of him, and there were still a few bright lights in the community.

Zhang Ran walked towards one of the lights, and after a while, he came to the door of his house.

It was a three-storey building, surrounded by a small vegetable garden, and at this moment, the gate was empty, and a bright light was projected to reflect the way home.

As usual, Zhang Ran jumped off the bicycle with his hands and feet, and as he got on and off the bike, the schoolbag he was carrying made him subconsciously stunned.

Zhang Ran hurriedly put down the bicycle, opened the schoolbag, flipped through a few books, and saw that the antique inkstone in the innermost part was unscathed, so he was relieved.

This inkstone was the reason why Liu Zhengyuan, the head teacher, asked him to go to the office in the afternoon, and asked him to hand it over to Zhang's father.

It's also funny, Zhang's father and Liu Zhengyuan originally had nothing to do, but at a parent-teacher meeting, after the two met, after discovering a common hobby of calligraphy, they quickly developed into friends.

When they went to other places, they went to the stalls in the antique market to buy some cheap "ancient inkstones" and "brushes", which made the two even more happy.

Zhang Ran knew that this inkstone was a good product that Mr. Liu had found when he went to the city to participate in the training organized by the Education Bureau last time, and Zhang's father had privately urged him to send it over several times to play, and on the bright side, he also asked Zhang Ran, a student, to urge him twice, but until today, it was not ......

Thinking about it, Zhang Ran looked a little embarrassed, and looked upstairs, there was a shadow shaking in front of the window on the second floor, as if he was waiting for someone.

Seeing this, Zhang Ran hurriedly pushed the car into the house, and shouted while closing the door: "Mom, I'm back!" Did Dad sleep? I brought back the baby he wanted! ”

There was no response, but there were some strange noises from upstairs, like the snort of wild dogs gnawing on bones, but they were heavier and longer.

Zhang Ran didn't notice, closed the door, changed into a pair of slippers, and stepped upstairs, before he reached the corner, a tall figure cast down, enveloping the entire corridor.

"Haha, Dad, the baby you think about day and night......" Zhang Ran saw the shadow, grinned, lowered his head and took out the inkstone in his schoolbag, and then raised his head, his voice slowed down unconsciously, and even the Adam's apple was lifted up, he swallowed saliva back and forth, his limbs trembled slightly, but after a while, the eye circles also began to redden, dyed into a blood-like color.

Zhang Ran stared at the figure upstairs, where is Father Zhang, obviously a hideous ghost-

The skin is as red as a soldering iron, a bloody red horn, and the facial features under the bare head are ugly, more than two meters high, and the muscles are knotted.

And his ten fingers, which were like sharp blades, were deeply inserted into the two heads, a man and a woman, middle-aged, but his face was missing a small half, covered with gnawing marks.

"Dad...... Mother! ”

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