"Do we know each other?" Teacher Li asked suddenly.

"Well, more than ten years ago. The last time I saw you, you weren't so sad. Fan Jiang nodded.

"Oh......"

Mr. Li nodded, but he couldn't remember who he was.

He lost a lot of memories after his death, and ten years have passed.

"I actually wanted to ask, this school was demolished through regular means, why are so many people dying here?"

It's not ancient anymore, and it's rare for me to live and die with a private school.

Not to mention that the principal personally announced the abolition of the school, this kind of thing is completely unnecessary.

"Why ......"

Teacher Li fell into deep thought, and only said for a long time: "It seems that the dean did it, I can't remember exactly." ”

"What did he do?" Fan Jiang frowned.

"I just remember her letting us go over and get together and then ...... I'm really not impressed. Teacher Li shook his head.

"Don't you hate her?"

If someone kills someone, the grudge is often greater than the vision before death. And the obsession of the music teacher and the biology teacher seems to be too "normal".

Teacher Li thought for a moment and asked, "Why should I hate her?" ”

"I see." Fan Jiang nodded.

These ghosts may have been left behind by people, and the obsession is not naturally generated, but just keeps working in this mode.

In addition, the resentment that escaped after they killed was absorbed by something else, otherwise after unconsciously killing so many people, they would have been as powerful as the female ghost in white in the study.

That is, someone is deliberately raising them.

"Alright."

Fan Jiang put down the knife, and several plates beside him were full of Teacher Li's internal organs.

"Huh?"

Teacher Li glanced at it and smiled, "Not bad." ”

"Well, I'm graduating, you can go." Fan Jiang said lightly.

"You're too old." Teacher Li shook his head.

"The master is the teacher, this is my first time operating, and it is very effective."

"For the first time?"

Teacher Li's face showed a look of consternation.

"It's like a fake." Fan Jiang spread his hands.

He may not be able to do anything about people, but if it's a ghost, it's too simple for him.

"Let's finish it." Teacher Li closed his eyes.

After wandering around the ghost school for so many years, he was also tired.

There is no progress in knowledge, and there is no output.

It's lonely to have a day like this......

Fan Jiang didn't say a word, stuffed the cut out internal organs back in, and used Yin Qi to repair the organs and those decorative blood vessels.

Teacher Li looked down at his movements and gave some advice from time to time.

"The ventricular vessels are reversed."

"The needle has pierced a vein."

"There are too few knots, so the wound is not stitched securely."

……

Under his calm guidance, Fan Jiang completed the stitching little by little.

The students watched this quiet scene wordlessly, and suddenly felt a sense of sacredness.

"Alright."

Fan Jiang put the knife away and took off the gloves that were not stained with any blood.

"How many points?" He asked.

"Forty out of 100. But for the sake of beginners, barely counting you as sixty, you passed. Teacher Li got down from the laboratory table and stretched.

"It's been a long time since it's been this easy."

He sighed, took out a pen from the whiteboard and wrote a few words on the board.

"Thank you, old friend I don't remember the name."

Mr. Li closed the lid of the pen, turned around and smiled, "I saw it, the door of hell has reopened to me. ”

"When I'm free in the next life, we'll masturbate together." Fan Jiang smiled.

"Don't do it."

Teacher Li smiled and refused: "You are too terrible, I will have nightmares if I make friends with you." ”

Fan Jiang shrugged.

"So."

Teacher Li faced the students in the audience again, bent down and bowed.

"Class!"

"Goodbye, teacher!"

Hagiumi's students all stood up and shouted nervously.

Somehow, it feels like saying goodbye to an old friend.

In the next second, the laboratory fell into darkness, and the teacher's figure turned transparent. Only the three big characters on the whiteboard were left - Li Wenxuan.

Glancing at the whiteboard, Fan Jiang walked off the experimental table with an expressionless face.

Over the past 200 years, he has lost many friends and is more open-minded.

But when he got his phone back, it couldn't help but change color.

"The live broadcast room is suspected of violating the rules and has been closed."

"Your sister! Online classes are all off, so let me be a person! ”

The classroom echoed with Fan Jiang's angry roar and the sound of students snickering.

……

On the other side, in the classroom where Cheng Hai was, all the students maintained stunned expressions, as if their souls had already been out of their bodies.

Writing a board book behind the podium is a middle-aged teacher in formal clothes.

He wears old-fashioned round-rimmed glasses, his hair is meticulously combed, and he looks stereotypical and serious.

However, what came out of his mouth was unusually outrageous.

"There's a principle for making bullets turn."

The physics teacher drew two arrows next to the bullet on the blackboard and explained: "It is the shooter who shakes his wrist rapidly at the moment when the bullet is discharged, and this shaking gives the bullet a horizontal acceleration, thus forming an arc ......"

"I believe you're a ghost! When I learn physics in vain? Long Yiyang wanted to complain.

There is a misconception that the force provided by the inner wall of the muzzle does not persist after the bullet is discharged. The force is a necessary factor to change the direction of motion, and without the continuous force, the bullet will naturally not be able to complete the turn.

However, the other party is a ghost, so he can only acquiesce that what he said is right.

At this moment, a violent voice disturbed the class.

"I believe you're a ghost! When I learn physics in vain? "There were loud protests.

It's none other than Brother Hu, who was arrested for class after being knocked unconscious by Ji Youzhu.

That's right!

While he robs, he commits murder.

But he knew that his Newton's three laws had not yet been fully returned to his teacher.

"Does this student have questions?"

The physics teacher stopped the board.

Everyone looked at Brother Tiger with the eyes of a strong man.

"Of course! The horizontal force of the bullet is gone after it comes out of the barrel, how can it be turned? ”

Brother Tiger clasped his hands on his chest, his face was disdainful, and he just wanted to see how he explained.

The surrounding classmates were also curious.

The physics teacher put down the chalk in his hand and thought for a moment. He stooped and rummaged through the drawer, and found something black and unsoothing.

That's a gun!

"it!"

Brother Tiger almost didn't fall off the chair, and hurriedly spoke: "Teacher, calm down!" I was wrong! I don't ask! You're right! ”

"Don't be nervous, I'll definitely answer the student's questions."

The physics teacher erected a piece of chalk on the podium and walked among the students with his back to the podium.

He looked at Brother Tiger and asked, "Do you think bullets can't turn around?" ”

"Hmmm......"

Brother Tiger wanted to deny it, but he still nodded weakly.

Bang!

The physics teacher shot him in the head, and the chalk behind him snapped.