Kihara and I didn't answer that question, and time gradually moved to a later stage, and it would only be a waste of time to discuss things that could not be concluded, and Kihara also noticed that a man was looking at us on the side of the road again and again, and then walked into the building behind him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

- It was my father, and he just came down to keep an eye on me, and by the way, he silently reminded us that it was late.

"Rurihi, no matter how long you can live, just do what you want to do."

I didn't know how I should react to this, but I opened my mouth slightly to say goodbye to him.

yes - that's true, no matter when...

I was still confused, confused, and maybe scared to some extent.

In fact, the implementation of the "new countermeasures" was not completely in accordance with the content of the countermeasures, and everyone's approach deviated from the meaning of the countermeasures, and each wrote a reply to the K in their hearts, which did not look like a serious "countermeasure" at all, and looked more like a blind "self-preservation".

I understand this, but I can't sway everyone's thoughts, who is K, at least you have to get the admission register to confirm,

"Rurihi, go back and get some sleep, see you tomorrow."

Kihara waved goodbye to me unhurriedly, and I responded to him unresponsively, and he thought about it and turned around and said.

"Let's pray we all live a little longer—"

There was a faint smile on his lips again, and I wondered how he could be so calm and indifferent - about the "death" thing.

I had nightmares all night and woke up in the morning feeling exhausted.

After the implementation of the "new countermeasures" reply method, everyone in the class became "strangers", in addition to guessing whether they were K in the eyes of others, they were also guessing whether K was the person they were replying to... What a twisted way... But I had to do the same, just in the meantime, trying to figure out who K was as quickly as possible.

-- This atmosphere, which looks calmer than before, makes people feel even more frightened, and it makes everyone more wary and uneasy.

-- In this strange environment, nothing happened for five days in a row, and everyone thought that the "new countermeasures" had worked.

Gradually, when I thought I was going to be so "silent", some of my classmates also began to talk to each other.

I simply thought that it was peaceful and entered another new month - June.

The reply continued unchanging, but behind this seemingly uneventful existence, I always felt that something was getting closer and closer—I don't know if it was the "truth"... Still is...

On Wednesday morning, I rushed to school early to avoid the heavy rain that was about to pour through the city, and I hurried into the classroom with the heavy raindrops that had already drifted sporadically.

- Someone preceded me! Still a girl.

I was about to tell who the other person was from the outfit of the school uniform, so I could say hello to her, but before I could open my mouth, I smelled a smell of rust...

She was standing at the window facing out, and I could tell from the ponytail she was wearing on her back and the chic hairpin in her hair that she was Saraka.

She stood there motionless.

"That..."

I approached her, and at the same time made a voice to signal that she had me come in, and that she would like to turn around and say hello to me or something, but she didn't seem to react to my arrival at all, and stood so silent... It's a little uncomfortable.

What the? Everyone is talking to each other, and if they don't turn their heads, at least they make a sound...

I took a few more steps closer to her... On a cloudy day, in a classroom with poor lighting, I noticed that Saraka seemed to be trembling in front of me... Her elbows stretched and retracted, and it felt like she was cutting something behind my back...

"Sara..."

Before I could say the word "incense", my voice was muffled by another sensitive voice - "pop", like the sound of stepping on a puddle of water on a rainy day, and I looked down to see that the shoe on one foot was sinking into a pool of bright red liquid...

- It's blood!

The heart screamed faster than the mouth, the sound was blocked in the throat, the mouth was just shaking violently...

"Saraka..."

I called out to her as I breathed in the thick smell of blood, and she was still standing at the window, shivering slightly, her elbows stretching and contracting... Outside the window, against the backdrop of the obscure sky, the branches of the trees reached over like dry ghost hands and scraped the glass windows, making a hairy sound that stood on end.

"What the hell are you doing...?" I asked with infinite fear in my heart, and just as countless speculative images pierced my mind one after another, I found something on the desk on my left-hand side.

A sketch, I picked it up and looked at it, and the background was the same as this classroom, also in front of the window, with a picture of a standing girl, but on the front.

The girl's face, neck, and hands... Horizontal and diagonally covered with red lines, as if desperately drawing a cross with a red pen on someone... The girl has a knife in one of her hands.

- I immediately understood!

When Saraka slowly turned around, the knife in her hand fell to the ground... My gaze shifted to her... I saw that her face and neck had been blurred by the flesh and blood cut by herself, and she couldn't see it...

I shook my head vigorously, my eyes widening in shock, "It's not true... It's not true" The words burst through his heart and wanted to come out of his body, but he couldn't make a sound at all

At this time, behind me-

A few screams suddenly broke through the silence, and at the same time that Saraka fell, there were classmates walking into the classroom one after another, and this scene undoubtedly became the most tragic and vivid picture of this morning.

Fear and chaos are like flash floods that erupt in an instant, some people rush out of the classroom like crazy, some people lose their minds and kick and beat the mailbox, several girls crouch down and hug each other and scream... It was in this complex building, in our makeshift classrooms, that we once again witnessed the cruel and maddening baptism of death...

Several teachers rushed over and sent us out.

"Call an ambulance... Has anyone else been hurt? ”

The teachers shouted orders.

I sluggishly withdrew from the pool of blood at my feet, and the sketch in my hand slipped down, dipped into the pool of blood, and little by little it was all dyed bright red, just over Saraka's severed face.

――Why?

――Is it really necessary for all of them to die before it ends?

"It's a dead knot!"

I jerked my head back, and my eyes fell on the person who said this.

- It's Liaotai, the one who took the initiative to bring the iron mailbox.

He moved his lips slightly and whispered, his eyes staring blankly straight ahead.

"My brother's year was a dead knot, and no one escaped..."

- Brother?

"The 'countermeasures' of 2003 were completely ineffective."

"Why?"

I asked as he spoke.

He raised a pair of resentful eyes and looked directly at me—

"There was no one alive in all the 'accident year's freshman D classes, not a single one."

"- Huh? Didn't you say that it would be okay in '05? ”

"Lie! School lies! They even faked group photos to pretend that everyone was still alive..."

Liao Tai's anger was even worse than just now, he kicked and hit a tree next to him with all his might, his mouth kept scolding, and his state was out of control...

Liao Tai is not the only one who is out of control like Liaotai, and there is no way to calm this state of collapse, which is nothing more than waiting for death in extreme fear - sooner or later.

My phone also made a "scream" in my pocket.

It's uncle, I'm amazed.

"Xiaoxi, you call your classmate Momoi and come to my office together."