(Happy New Year's Day, everyone, well, no accident tomorrow I will break off.) Of course, after the day, things are busy, and maybe it will be more at night. I'll post a new story today.,Actually, this story was the first thing I planned to serialize at the starting point.。 But well~~ was harmonized. Put a chapter.,If you're interested.,You can come to the book friend group to find me for a follow-up.,It's also a story that I think has a strong sense of comics~)

What does it feel like to be able to see hell with your left eye?

The pigeons in the square flew into the sky, driving the sound of spreading their wings. Nian Xiaotang's footsteps did not stop, countless people looked up and chased the shadow of the bird with their eyes, but he looked down and watched the evil ghosts of hell jump into the oil pot, and the pigeon flew into the sky. Plop plop, the demon fell into the oil pan.

The cars of the street passed by, and in his right eye, the license plate, the car model, were so clear, and the whistle seemed a little harsh in the wind, and it shook in the eardrum of his left ear. However, in his left eye, he saw a swift severed head, slashing out of the air, and the rusty and bloodstained blade clearly appeared in the pupil of the left eye. As the whistle sounded, he heard the terrible wail of the demon who had been cut in half.

His pace slowed down, and it was the third day. Nian Xiaotang is already on the verge of collapse. He needs to be quiet. Absolute from the visual silence. Only when this world suddenly becomes quiet, will that world stop tossing.

The child ran after his mother, and the black and white impermanence slowly walked by with the ghost.

This world is half hell and half earth.

It was during the day, and Nian Xiaotang could see another world. So when he had to prove that he was a normal person and forcibly endured all kinds of weirdness to go to school, he didn't want the world to suddenly become static and time to stop suddenly.

Or, the night comes sooner.

He walked past the steamed bun shop, and the aroma of the white and soft steamed buns overflowed, which aroused the appetite of many passers-by.

He also walked past the cemetery full of human heads, those bloody human heads, and there seemed to be some creature wriggling on them.

Many balloons pulled by the vendors sway slowly in the wind, accompanied by the cheers of children. Nian Xiaotang saw some wandering ghosts and let out a terrible wail.

Nian Xiaotang suddenly squatted down, and the hospital gown matched his delicate little face, looking extremely helpless. Holding his head and closing his eyes, he began to worry about what kind of terrible scene he would see if he met his teacher and his former classmates later.

Is this a dream? Nian Xiaotang hopes that this is a dream.

But when he got up from the hospital bed, he paid attention to his watch all the time, and the hands on the watch walked so seriously, 72 hours, 4,320 minutes, 259,200 seconds. He felt the exact same dimension of time as in reality, he could feel the pain when he removed the infusion tube, he could feel the cold when he walked on the road, and he could feel the pain and sorrow when he thought of his sister.

That's the reality. Thinking of this, Nian Xiaotang still raised his head, a group of evil ghosts with steel forks surrounded him, and the mouths of many huge monsters kept opening and not closing. He stopped in the middle of the road, many vehicles suddenly stopped, and many pedestrians looked at him.

Two completely different worlds, chaotic and abruptly appeared in the mind of a teenager. Because he's so ordinary, it doesn't seem to matter, at least to the world.

When Nian Xiaotang thought of this, another kind of sorrow was born in his heart.

The sound of the whistle, the traffic lights, all seemed a little chaotic, because a teenager was standing in the middle of the road. The pain in the depths of the eyes is unknown, and what is revealed is a kind of confusion.

Is it because you're crazy?

He began to doubt himself.

Maybe there wasn't that fire, maybe it's all fake now, because I'm crazy. If so, it seems crazy, not bad.

Many people, many ghosts. Many are many ghosts.

Shaking his head, Nian Xiaotang began to continue pretending to be a normal person and walked towards Lianqing University.

Lianqing City, which is an ancient city. In ancient times, when you go to the city, you can't walk a few steps to see a fortune teller. Some of them are blind, some have only one arm, and some have crippled feet. None are complete. It is said to be because of God's damnation. There are always some strange ornaments in front of him, such as bone scimitars, pendants, and discs. There are some bizarre symbols on them. But these symbols seem to be not unfamiliar to the residents of Lianqing City. Because on many buildings, these symbols can also be faintly seen.

What is the shape of fate? In the mouths of this group of scholars, it seems to be all lines. They can see the veins of the line, and a person's destiny is never more than one line. The priests guided the people to avoid the evil line and go to the auspicious line. It seems like a great thing, but the money earned is nothing more than begging. But even so, it seems that there is no escape from God's curse.

So their bodies are always crippled.

When people from other cities come to Lianqing City, they will come to this street to find someone to settle a fortune. This is the characteristic of Lianqing City. Yes, probably only Lianqing can have a street where there is a fortune teller every five steps. Only the street of Lianqing, even the buildings, are full of mysteries.

The name of this street is Wentian.

Lianqing University is very different. This university is not considered a celebrity school in the world though. But it is still an institution that Lianqing people are proud of. Some people say that the most cutting-edge technology in Lianqing is in Lianqing University. It's a place where the numbers definitely speak. Even students of literature and history are full of logic.

It's the exact opposite of what happened in Wentian Street. However, at the end of Wentian Street, it leads to Lianqing University. The students and teachers of Lianqing University rarely choose this path back to school. If it is said that asking ghosts and gods and believing in science are both ways to find the truth, although Wentian Street and Lianqing University are connected on the same road, they are really different from each other.

The world in Nian Xiaotang's eyes at this moment is extremely strange. The left and right eyes are no longer in the same world. As long as you close one eye, you will go from the human world to hell, or hell to the human world.

Two paths, intertwined at the feet of the same person. He went from Wentian Street to Lianqing University.

Just like he fantasized about it, the worst-case scenario. The place where I feel like home has also become "hellish". In front of the school gate of Lianqing University.

One side of the school gate, the other side of the ghost gate.

Countless lonely ghosts shuttle in. Countless students shuttled in. Sometimes on earth, sometimes in hell, and sometimes, on earth is in hell.

If everything in the world has meaning, then what is the point of being able to see this strange sight for yourself? Is it just to make yourself miserable?

He wanted to dye it so much that the first thing he heard the doctor when he woke up was: You have been in a coma for three days and finally woke up. He knew that Dongran had been with him for three days. When he left, he escaped from the hospital. Because the moment I woke up, I had another world in my mind. The hospital becomes terrible. Unplugged the lines on my body. He left the hospital as if he were fleeing.

It's just that he didn't expect that the whole world would change.

The crowd surged. The school gate of Lianqing University is very lively at all times. What's more, it's the first day of school. Sa Jingri wears sunglasses, earphones in his ears, and the face of a basketball star is printed on his green sports jacket, but his burly, tall, slightly obese body looks a little shaky because of his lazy posture. His mouth kept babbling. The sound was small, and only he could hear it in the noisy crowd.

"It's annoying, Daddy threw me here."

"There were 164 people in front of me, and everyone was on the same level."

"Oh my God, this must be a boring school. 117 people passing by were wearing glasses. ”

"Hey, it looks like there's an irregular footstep behind you."

Sa Jingri turned around and saw a young man who seemed to have lost his soul. The boy's face was pale and a little sickly.

"The distance of each step is not equal, and the eyes are empty, yes, this is a normal person." Sajingri was so happy that he wanted to say hello.

That teenager is naturally a young candy. Nian Xiaotang looked at all kinds of people and ghosts. If the two worlds are still independent, it can also mean that Xiaotang is awake next year. At this moment, he almost felt that two worlds were one world.

The initial tingling in the brain gradually became dull and numb.

Then he bumped into someone.

Sa Jingri felt that the other party should stop at the first four seconds after seeing him. Then he was hit by Nian Xiaotang. The tall Sa Jingri was naturally fine, and the little candy, who was already a little fluttering, fell to the ground.

"Are you alright?" Sa Jingri stretched out his hand to pull up Nian Xiaotang.

A huge minotaur face was imprinted in front of him, no fear, no fright. He's used to it.

Slowly looking at the outstretched hand, Nian Xiaotang shook his head and said, "It's okay, Minotaur." He was not ready to answer which eye saw the world.

"Minotaurs?" Sa Jingri didn't think in the direction of scolding, was he nicknamed as soon as they met? He thought of the bull head in the World of Warcraft, and then his divergent mind wondered if he had leaked information about the cow somewhere, and the thin boy in the hospital gown in front of him saw it.

Ah, it is said that there is a book that can infer age from palm prints, because he was born in the year of the horse?

Sa Jingri's thoughts were flying, and Nian Xiaotang slowly got up and walked towards the depths of Lianqing University.

"Hey, wait." Sa Jingri called Nian Xiaotang.

Nian Xiaotang turned around, and this time he saw a handsome face.

"Hello, what's wrong?" Nian Xiaotang began to try to squint his left eye.

"Ahaha, it's okay, you're a freshman too. My name is Sajingri. You will spend your university life in the most interesting history department. What about you. ”

Nian Xiaotang was slightly surprised, such a coincidence, this tall man turned out to be the same as himself. Nian Xiaotang nodded and said, "My name is Nian Xiaotang, and I am also from the Department of History." ”

Nian Xiaotang's voice was not loud, but someone still heard it.

Three words of small sugar.

Sa Jingri quickly noticed some strange reactions after Nian Xiaotang finished saying his name. From one person at the beginning, he gradually became more than a dozen people. The gaze is getting denser and denser. Sa Jingri judged that most of them were not freshmen, they were all seniors.

Nian Xiaotang lowered his head.

Sajingri's hearing is excellent, and he quickly analyzes the reason from the keyword "arsonist's brother".

This guy who looks lost his soul is actually related to the fire in the library of Lianqing University a few days ago. He has always liked analysis and reasoning, and he has made his own reasoning about this fire.

The media and the school said it was an unhuman fire. However, as a family member of the police, Sa Jingri knows, or many students and teachers, that the fire in the library of Lianqing University was caused by gasoline poured on the books.

In the library that night, there was only one person, a girl named Nian Xiaomian.

But Sa Jingri noticed a lot of details, in the surveillance video, he noticed the ferocity of the fire, if it was Lianqing University, the quality of the bookshelf would not be ignited in an instant, even if a fire was found, it would have the ability to extinguish it at the first time. But that fire wasn't like that at all. It's as if every book, every shelf is doused with gasoline. It was impossible for the emaciated young man to carry and distribute such a large amount of gasoline in the presence of a monitor.

Nian Xiaotang walked forward a little lonely. That library was arranged by Yuan Sanshi, about the residence of Nian Xiaotang and Nian Xiaomian. Nian Xiaotang and his sister stayed at Lianqing University for three years as not students of Lianqing University.

This has become his home. After he sensed that he was not normal, the first thing he did was to go home.

However, his family is dead. There seems to be no home left.

He and Nian Xiaomian obtained the qualification of students of Lianqing University, however, it seems that it is meaningless.

Sa Jingri suddenly ran up and patted Nian Xiaotang's shoulder. Nian Xiaotang turned his head and looked at Sa Jingri puzzled.

"Interesting guy, I think since we are both in the same department, it is better to simply apply for a dormitory together." Sa Jingri looked a little silly when he laughed, which didn't match his own cleverness.

Nian Xiaotang just nodded instinctively.

Back here, it doesn't seem to have changed either.

So, under Sa Jingri's clever words, the teacher in charge of assigning the dormitory finally agreed to the two of them to share a dormitory. Of course, there are some things that make Sa Jingri very curious. It is the school's reaction to the three words with the young sugar.

It seems that they all identified that identity: the arsonist's younger brother.

In the afternoon, the daylight in Lianqing City is very long, and the sun shines brightly on the world. But Nian Xiaotang quickly fell asleep after making her bed. Sa Jingri thought this was strange again.

His brain thinks a lot.

He felt that his first friend in college was a very special person. That case is very special, and there is such a possibility in Sajingri's unconventional reasoning.

The girl named Nian Xiaomian is not an arsonist.

The gasoline for those libraries is for the libraries themselves. He had a very strange picture in his head. The girl was drawing, and then a lot of oil slowly seeped out of the book.

Sa Jingri shook his head, didn't think about it for now, and went out to familiarize himself with the environment. Tomorrow, it looks like there's a meeting.

Nian Xiaotang fell asleep. At this moment, his consciousness was in a very deep dream.

The surroundings of the dream are very clean, and there are two rows of quiet bookshelves. He recognized this place, which was a corner of the fifth floor of the library of Lianqing University. It's his favorite place, because the fifth floor of the library is filled with all kinds of myths and histories he likes.

After he and his sister came to Lianqing, they spent three years here. I have read almost every wild history, official history, and mythology. And his sister reads quite comprehensively.

My sister was admitted to Lianqing University as an art student. But it is much higher than his own grades. The first art student in Lianqing University, with full marks in all subjects.

It's just a pity that we can't read together.

Nian Xiaotang didn't know why he was here, he wanted to take out a book to read. Then, just as his fingertips were about to touch the book, he heard a boo and motioned to be quiet.

He turned his head sideways, and the girl held the conch to his ear, and looked at him with a pair of bright eyes. He could still feel the infinite love in her eyes, and he could still feel the breath of life that was incomparably real. Because the fire has already happened, all this seems extravagant.

Tears, babbling and dripping.

The sadness in consciousness has not yet had time to spread. But the vision was blurred. It's quiet, so quiet that you can hear tears falling on the dust, so quiet that your heart beats and breathes heavily.

He tried to open his mouth to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

The girl's eyes were filled with tears.

"Little Sugar, I'm sorry."

My sister's voice was like a key. Nian Xiaotang noticed this strange movement. He put a pure white conch to his ear and leaned against the books, as if to listen to the books.

Then there was a strong stabbing pain in the brain. In the dream, Nian Xiaotang fell to the ground because of severe pain, turning over and over. Nian Xiaotang outside the dream also held his head and endured great pain.

It wasn't the tangible artifacts that stabbed him, but the myriad of sounds. There are the chanting of the ancient gods, the roar of the evil spirits of hell, the sigh of the emperor, the long laugh of the hero, the shouting of the street vendors, and the wails of the beggars by the roadside.

There are too many voices that keep pouring into his brain, and Nian Xiaotang is about to lose consciousness in pain, but he keeps looking at his sister with his eyes open. The pain was intense like countless fine needle tips piercing into the nail cap, piercing the nerve endings! He trembled as if he was about to die, and blood flowed from his eyes, nose, and ears.

The sun shines through the windows on the fifth floor, and the sun at dusk is always exceptionally dazzling, and everything is sprinkled with a layer of gold.

Nian Xiaotang saw that her sister was getting brighter and brighter, but she was becoming more and more empty.

When he fell to the ground, he suddenly took a step forward. A tear fell on the back of his hand. He wanted to catch his sister, but he only caught a handful of golden powder in the sun.

At that moment, he felt that any pain was insignificant.

The conch landed on the ground and made a loud noise. The voice was violent, and countless voices in my head were drowned out.

Woke up.

No pain, no sound. There were only two lines of cold tears.

It's late at night.

In addition to Sajingri, it seems that two other people have moved in. The moonlight came in, and the shadow on the wall looked extremely lonely. If it is said that people always do not know that they are in a dream in a dream, then how different is it in reality and in a dream. If you can dream of your sister as long as you endure that kind of intense pain, it seems that it is not bad to have such a dream.

Nian Xiaotang sat for a long time. Then Xu was sleepy, Xu was tired. He was going to go back to sleep. Just as he was about to lie down, he saw a white object on the balcony reflecting the moonlight.

Who put the ornament? Nian Xiaotang fell asleep. It didn't take long for him to get up again, like a man who is extremely thirsty sees water. Nian Xiaotang didn't know why, and her mind was repeatedly thinking about the white object on the balcony.

So he planned to check it out. The evening breeze was a little cool, blowing through his neck, and he shuddered suddenly.

For a moment, I felt a horror even more terrifying than hell.

The white object on the balcony was the white conch in the dream.

……

The so-called conference is actually a tradition of Yeonkyung University, where the best teachers in each department will give a speech.

The Department of History, as a relatively small department in Lianqing University, occupies the most suitable venue for lectures, such as Boyuan Hall. This is not because the history department is special compared to other departments, but because there is a very powerful person among the teachers in the history department.

Legendary scholar, Yuan Sanshi.

Therefore, just like in previous years, the history department, which originally had only more than 200 people, always had many more people at the lecture scene. For example, students from other departments, or teachers.

Seven major transnational crimes have been detected, two international economic crises have been predicted, and countless other prophecies have been fulfilled. Like a prophet of the unknown. Yuan Sanshi's grasp of history made his inferences about the future almost never erroneous.

At that time, the old president of Lianqing University invited Yuan Sanshi, who didn't seem to be very famous at that time, with the gift of three visits. But it turns out that it's gold, and it always shines. Strong to impeccable reasoning and summarizing. It's just that such a person really knows that about history.

He has done too many things, and it can be said that almost one-third of the freshmen who come to Lianqing University are here for this person.

Sajingri does not deny that he is also interested in this legend. But this kind of excitement is a competitive spirit.

Yuan Sanshi's appearance, most of the students present knew it, it was not high. Curly hair, beard, large frames. When he appears, he doesn't cause screams like celebrities. Because most people are just curious.

Yuan Sanshi coughed first. It is not only an audition, but also an expression of a meaning, please be quiet.

The Boyuan Hall gradually quieted down.

"When I came, I made a bet with Mr. Chang in the department. I said that there will be 675 students who will come this time, and the deviation will not exceed 5. I won't disclose what I bet on, and there were a lot of classmates present. Can any of you tell me how many people there were? ”

After Yuan Sanshi finished asking this question. Nian Xiaotang heard Sajingri next to him say the number 679 without thinking. Somewhat surprised. But soon calmed down again, and his attention quickly returned to the white conch in his hand.

After a full minute, someone vaguely burst out the number 677.

Yuan Sanshi nodded with a smile and said, "This classmate is very good, very close, a total of 679 people." ”

Teacher Chang next to him was a middle-aged man, a few years older than Yuan Sanshi, and said with a smile: "I have been dealing with Teacher Yuan for a few years, and I am also very stubborn, stubborn and stubborn after repeated defeats. I don't remember how many times I bet with Mr. Yuan, but I really didn't win once. Do you want to know why? ”

There is naturally only one answer to this question. Because the scholar in front of him, who is not tall, is a legendary figure with prophetic abilities that everyone thinks.

Sajingri, his eyes narrowed slightly, began to search for the number of freshmen enrolled at Lianqing University last year and the year before that. But he still asked: "How do you think this Yuan Sanshi came up with this number." ”

Nian Xiaotang still looked at the conch, but for this simple question for him, he could say it: "Because Uncle Yuan knows the number of speakers in previous years, and calculated it according to various variables. Sa Jingri thought to himself, and that was indeed the case. But even then, there is no way to find a formula with such a small error. Unless, unless, every variable, that is, every day that will become the past is extremely well understood. In order to make such a judgment accurately.

But Sa Jingri replied to another topic: "You just called him Uncle Yuan?" So you've always known him. ”

Nian Xiaotang said: "Three years ago, he wanted to accept me as a disciple, but I refused. ”

Sa Jingri was surprised, if this was a different person, he would definitely think that this answer was very exaggerated, but if it was Nian Xiaotang, he felt that it should be like this.

Sure enough, Yuan Sanshi quickly gave the origin of that number inference.

Yuan Sanshi pushed his glasses and said, "The reason for knowing the future is very simple. Many people say that I can predict the future, and that I am like a scholar who asks Heaven Street. But I don't know how to tell fortunes. But I know that as long as I am familiar with the past and analyze it carefully, I can accurately grasp the form of the future. Remember the number of new students at the time of the speech each year, remember what different things were done each year, how many changes in the number of students resulted in it, remember the traffic data of each time and place at the beginning of each year, remember the changes in students' desire to go out in various weather temperatures, remember what kind of characters students at Lianqing University would like, as long as you can remember enough details of the past, as long as you remember clearly enough, and know enough about the past, you can get this number. ”

After listening to this explanation, the students were in an uproar, what they thought was history was definitely different from what the scholar in front of them said. They thought that Yuan Sanshi had just once again exerted the ability to predict the future, but they didn't want to make a bold inference based on what they already knew.

"So, the reason for knowing the future is simple, because of the insight into the past. And we are a group of people who deal with the past. Welcome to the Department of History. I promise you that you will get closer to the truth more simply and crudely than those who study mathematics, physics, chemistry, and so on. ”

This is the opening sentence of the speech. Undoubtedly, for freshmen, this speech is tempting. Yes, if it can be like Yuan Sanshi. Many students began to applaud, and the Boyuan Hall instantly became lively.

The sound of clapping, the dense crowd all around. In Nian Xiaotang's consciousness, it doesn't matter. After severe pain at night. He suddenly felt that his endurance had become much stronger, and when he held this conch, his heart was very calm.

His left eye still saw countless ghosts, and his right eye still saw many people. So after waking up in the morning, Nian Xiaotang deliberately squinted his left eye.

If this is not a dream.

Well, there must be some other meaning. About everything that happened to you.

Yuan Sanshi's speech was wonderful, or not a speech, as he answered questions from the students about some of the previous prophecies. Sajing's diary is in my head, occasionally showing surprise and occasionally disdain. However, halfway through the meeting, Sa Jingri still felt that Yuan Sanshi could teach himself.

This is probably his highest evaluation of a person, even if he knows the most powerful police detective, he just thinks that the other party will not lose to him, but it is definitely not enough to teach himself.

At this time, Sajingri raised his hand and asked a question:

"Teacher Yuan, you should know that people's behavior is ever-changing, even if it can be estimated, but it is also deliberately for a single behavior, and we absolutely cannot count every moment of tomorrow. If I were to say disrespectfully, Teacher, if someone wanted to assassinate you at this moment, or if you would be the next person to die, would you think it was possible, or how would you prove or refute it? ”

There are still some traces of rebellion in Sajingri's question. However, the moment the question was asked, the entire Boyuan Hall was silent.

Teacher Chang's face is not very good-looking. This student really dared to ask. On the contrary, it was Yuan Sanshi who fell into contemplation.

He lowered his head and held up a finger to indicate that it was indeed a good question.

"Interesting."

After saying this, he fell silent.

Then I picked up a pen and paper and began to count something. When Yuan Sanshi was thinking about the question of Sa Jingri, the Boyuan Hall began to slowly become lively.

Nian Xiaotang looked at Sa Jingri and asked, "Why do you ask such a question." ”

Sa Jingri shrugged: "I just think what he said is too exaggerated." ”

Nian Xiaotang lowered his head and began to look at the conch again, but he still said: "Uncle Yuan's ability must be even more powerful than you think." ”

At this time, Yuan Sanshi stopped and said loudly: "This is indeed an interesting question. I thought about it, and I couldn't argue with the possibility, but since I was talking about proof. ”

The Boyuan Hall was quiet again.

"Excluding the possibility of natural death and the possibility of accidents, then my death is probably the most likely to be caused by man, and assassination has a floating interest no matter what happens. Considering the possibility of slipping through the net in the cases I solved, some preparations for other potential criminal groups, or some bad deals in my personal relationships, as well as sudden bad events and natural disasters other than man-made disasters, I can't calculate a definite probability of death in a short time. ”

Sa Jingri smiled and shook his head.

"However, assuming that today's assassination or bad luck is true, then the probability of me dying in Boyuan Hall will be much higher than the variables of my subsequent actions. If I die the next moment. ”

Everyone held their breath,

Yuan Sanshi's erected finger pointed out of a skylight in Boyuan Hall, and his eyes penetrated through the past, and he could see a small room on the top floor of the teaching building opposite, where the cleaners put their equipment.

Yuan Sanshi said: "If I was about to die, the murderer probably sniped me from that position. ”

Sa Jingri felt that there were some areas in this that were not rigorous enough. Eyebrows furrowed, ready to retort.

……

Jason Violent is not the real name of the killer in the school building, it is a nickname, Jason is a former killer who behaves pervertedly. And the killer who took Jason's name was formerly known as Greenlor. As a result, because of his powerful means of acting, he was called Jason Violent Character.

The sniper rifle was not his favorite weapon, and it was too bookish for him to set the gun in a certain position, aim it after a certain amount of time, and then pull the trigger. But at this moment, this position, this angle, and considering the importance of sniping the target, he chose to snipe.

In the past transnational arms smuggling case, Yuan Sanshi offended the Russian mafia. But not many killers are willing to take this order. After all, this seemingly omnipotent teacher does seem to have some special abilities.

Therefore, Jason, who never picks a single order, took over the violent character, ranking one hundred and seventeenth in the killer world, but his ruthless methods make his reputation no lower than those mythical killing machines who stand at the top.

And if you want to snipe Yuan Sanshi, who has no way to determine the classroom and the place of the activity, there is no doubt that this is the best time. Yes, this Yuan Sanshi is almost not active in school, and he is the only one who will be here at this moment.

This is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it is too easy for a top killer like him to infiltrate Lianqing University.

He couldn't hear the question Sa Jingri asked at this moment, nor could he hear Yuan Sanshi's assumptions.

He knew that he could hit even without sniping. He saw Yuan Sanshi standing there, and saw that Yuan Sanshi seemed to point to his position, as if he was looking at a dead man.

"If I were about to die, the killer probably sniped at me from that position." The moment he finished saying this, Sajingri was ready to retort. The rest of the students looked at each other, some looking at the window.

Only when he was a little candy, he felt the change.

The heart beat very hard, and then it was as if when a human being was in pain, his right eye would be closed, and Nian Xiaotang squinted his right eye in pain.

With Nian Xiaotang in his left eye open, Boyuan Hall turned into hell again. Countless ghosts sit in this hall, like a city of the dead.

It's just that there are countless threads around these goblins, and the other end of all the threads is eventually connected to the conch. And whenever he tries to look at the details of the thread, it seems that he can feel that there are many patterns hidden in this thin thread, and there will be some inexplicable pictures in his mind, like a fragment of the future. The white conch trembled, and Nian Xiaotang saw a black thread. Nian Xiaotang knew that it was Yuan Sanshi. The black light was too bright, so that Nian Xiaotang's attention was instantly diverted.

Nian Xiaotang didn't know what it meant, but the heavier heartbeat made him feel very anxious.

He began to feel the pattern flowing in this black thread, only a biting chill and thick blood came.

will die. If the other end of these lines is a fragment of the future, then the next moment, Uncle Yuan will really die.

At this moment, a young girl let out an exclamation.

Jason, who was dormant in the school building opposite, pulled the trigger violently. Gunshots rang out.

You can't be wrong, this bullet will definitely hit the target accurately.

In the world of Nian Xiaotang, the dimension of time suddenly slows down.

What should I do, Dong Ran and Uncle Yuan are the most important people to me besides my sister. How can I save Uncle Yuan.

Nian Xiaotang was very anxious, and the sound of his heartbeat was like a heavy drum. The sound of glass breaking was remembered at this moment.

Rip it off.

Nian Xiaotang seemed to hear a voice.

"Rip off this thread."

Time was pressing, Nian Xiaotang didn't have time to think about it, he stretched out his hand, just had such a thought, he found that there was really a hand stretched out, that hand was very white, and the fingers seemed to be longer than his own, and then lightly touched the white thread, and the thread broke.

For a moment he felt terror strike, whose hand was it?

The moment the white line broke, Nian Xiaotang seemed to feel an earthquake shaking. It's just on the level of consciousness.

Screams, gunshots, broken glass, and then ...... The sound of a bullet hitting a wall.

"If I were about to die, the killer probably sniped at me from that position." After this sentence, there were really bullets. There really are killers in ambush. It's really that location, it's really this time.

The scene that should have been chaotic in Boyuan Hall was silent.

Is this the speech of the legendary scholar Yuan Sanshi, is the gunfire just now? Is it a school joke?

Sa Jingri suddenly strung up, ran to the window, and said as he ran: "The murderer must not have run far." But he didn't expect that after asking such a question, he would lead to such an incident, and the first person to contact the scene often forgot the most suspicious taboos, in this case, it is easy to be suspicious. Or, he has already begun to believe in Yuan Sanshi, such a person as a teacher will never wronged his students.

The force that penetrated the glass through the wall, counting that distance, Sajingri roughly calculated the rate of fire of the bullet, and had an inference in his mind about what type of gun the murderer had, but no matter what kind of gun it was, it was an absolutely dangerous model.

Jason's eyes earned a lot. At that moment, he actually felt a strange aura.

Yes, he is a real professional killer. If you kill too many people, you will have a sense of coming from the underworld. In the killer world, it's called the underworld. There are very few killers who can enter this state, but once they do, they will have a state or feel that they can shoot and hit the target even with their eyes closed.

Jason couldn't enter this state very casually, but at the moment he sniped Yuan Sanshi, he entered. He was sure that at that moment, he was like a killer top2 smoker who could foresee the short-lived future, and he would never miss, and Jason, who had entered the underworld, until he pulled the trigger, until he saw the bullet flying into the Boyuan Hall, he felt that Yuan Sanshi would definitely die.

Suddenly, however, that feeling vanished, and he had a strange feeling that the bullet had been forcibly changed by some unknown force. Yes, forcibly changing the trajectory.

At that moment, Jason began to feel that the outside world's statement about Yuan Sanshi might not be exaggerated. It's true.

Yuan Sanshi, Sa Jingri, everyone present was shocked. But soon, both Sa Jingri and Yuan Sanshi began to act. As the attacker, Yuan Sanshi felt that he was really lucky, empathy, that killer missed such an opportunity, probably very amateurish.

Even this scholar who can calculate everything doesn't know. What really changed his fate was Nian Xiaotang, who was still in shock at the moment.

This teenager who can see another world blocks someone's path to death.

(End of chapter)