"Huh." There was a wail, and the flower pots were knocked together, and the bells clanged.

Fang Xiaomei opened her eyes, and for more than an hour after falling asleep, she had a dream that her son Liu Xiaojun had become thinner and taller, wearing a bachelor's graduation gown, and walked towards her with a radiant look.

She was very happy, and thought to herself, you little guy, you didn't make your mother angry when you read some books when you were a child, and now you have graduated from college well?

Liu Xiaojun was followed by a girl with long and shiny hair. Fang Xiaomei giggled happily.

"Xiaomei, Xiaomei."

Hazy opened her eyes and saw the lights on in the living room, Fang Xiaomei got out of bed and walked to the living room.

"Huh? Mom, how are you on the balcony. ”

"I fell. Small army, small army him. ”

"Liu Dajun, Liu Xiaojun, any of you get up and help me help my mother up."

"Small army, big army."

"Xiaojun, I was about to tell you that Xiaojun is not in the room."

"What?"

Fang Xiaomei immediately rushed to the back of the thorn, the group has been discussing the suicide of Ding Xiaoyun in the Far North for the past few days, she is still saying today, it is really uneasy to give birth to a daughter, boys are much better, and they will not take a few words of scolding to heart, many parents have said that this is the truth, girls really want to be rich, and they can't put too much pressure on her.

Fang Xiaomei felt that although she was stricter on weekdays, she was not too cruel and bloody.

But when she heard the old lady say that Xiaojun was not in the room, Fang Xiaomei's knees suddenly softened.

The ghost made the god look under the sun.

Then, screams accompanied by hissing and gut-wrenching despair.

Fang Xiaomei collapsed on the balcony, her heart ached sharply, and there was no time to breathe.

Because the old lady is old, she is sluggish and calmer.

"What's wrong? Did Xiaojun fall? ”

"Mom~~~~~~~"

Fang Xiaomei cried wildly, and the people in the entire building and the opposite building heard her crying.

Those who heard this cry often thought of the sound of the early morning of November 8 for a long time afterward.

When the ambulance arrived, Xiao Jun was still breathing, and at that time, he had been dying in the flower bed in late autumn for a full hour and 20 minutes.

Mu Chun looked at the patient's family and just sat down quietly on the chair at the top of a row of chairs.

He didn't know what the role of psychotherapy would be in the face of such a situation.

The disaster that has already occurred, there is nothing left but begging for a chance to start over.

He looked up at the gray wall panel above his head, where Liu Xiaojun had been for nearly seven hours.

In these 7 hours, did this junior high school child think of his childhood dreams, thought of childhood happiness, and thought of the pain of death that he could not bear?

The only one who didn't cry was the old lady, who silently recited the scriptures, over and over again.

None of the relatives came to the hospital, and the biggest possibility was that Liu Dajun or Fang Xiaomei did not notify any relatives in the family.

At times like these, no one can comfort them.

When Chu Xiaofeng arrived, Liu Xiaojun had already been transferred to the intensive care unit, and Lin Xiaomei's red and swollen eyes had a little bit of a living light.

"Mu Chun, calm down."

Chu Xiaofeng grabbed Mu Chun's shoulder, Mu Chun was trembling, he didn't know that he was trembling, and he didn't know that Chu Xiaofeng found him fainting on the chair five minutes ago.

"It's suicide again, if you don't intervene in this matter, humanity will be destroyed at its hands."

"Mu Chun, calm down, what are you talking about, calm down, this is a case, we haven't encountered it, that's why you're so nervous."

Chu Xiaofeng tried to comfort Mu Chun, but Mu Chun didn't listen to him at all, he said a lot of things that Chu Xiaofeng couldn't understand, saying that suicide would become a global problem, what child suicide rate would get higher and higher, and soon the youth suicide rate in this country would become the first in the world.

Chu Xiaofeng took Mu Chun to the internist's lounge, gave him some hot water, and gave him two biscuits.

"You calm down, no one is having a good time today, it's not your fault, Mu Chun, don't always be like this."

"No, there's no time, there's no time."

Mu Chun kept shaking his head and said, "You don't understand, you don't understand, you don't understand, the countdown has begun, it has begun." ”

Listening to Mu Chun's nonsense, Chu Xiaofeng thought that he was about to fall into the same coma as before, so he kept shouting at Mu Chun, shaking his body to keep him calm.

In the end, Chu Xiaofeng took out two bags of ice cubes from the cold room, tore them open at the same time, and poured them on Mu Chun's head.

"Are you awake?"

"Teacher, what's wrong with me?"

"I don't know, you were like this before you last went unconscious, have you forgotten?"

"I don't know."

In front of Mu Chun's eyes, the picture that had not appeared for nearly a month appeared again, this time the picture was no longer blurry, but became clear, clear and sharp.

[Number of Equipment: 1]

[Number of items: 2]

[HP: 0.95]

[Intelligence: 275]

【Talent: Unknown】

[System Task: Save 10000000000 people]

[Mission Progress: 9/1000000000 people]

[Mission time: 3578 days]

"How can I save this?"

Mu Chun suddenly shouted.

Chu Xiaofeng just breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly turned to look at Mu Chun.

But seeing Mu Chun smiling and shaking his head, "It's okay, this biscuit is not delicious at all, is Liu Xiaojun awake?" What about the other children? ”

"Two were gone at that time, and there were two more Liu Xiaojun lying upstairs, and the other was Zhao Pengfei who was sent to Yuchuan Hospital."

"Is it a suicide?"

"How do you know?"

"I don't know, I'm just guessing, don't ask me why, teacher, we have to do something, or I'm worried."

"What are you worried about?"

"I'm worried that if we don't do something, things won't be over and there will be new deaths."

Mu Chun believes that the suicide of five junior high school students at Fengchuan Middle School, 30 kilometers away from the Far North Affiliated Primary School, was not an independent incident, but a collective suicide related to the death of Ding Xiaoyun, a small student affiliated to the Far North Affiliated School.

The danger level of the event is equivalent to a mental plague.

"The plague?"

Zhang Wenwen had just arrived at Jingyi's attachment when he heard Mu Chun explaining such an incident to Chu Xiaofeng.

"Eight years ago, in a country in Southeast Asia, there was an incident of six students jumping off a building en masse, and it was reported at the time that these six students were playing a game called World of Warcraft, believing that they could be resurrected after death and get the ability to subdue demons.

Two years ago, even though it was not with us, there was also an incident of students jumping off the building en masse.