Walking in the windy aisles was not a good experience, especially when he found that all the classroom doors on this floor were open, Yu Siqi was still a little surprised by the flashlight.

Looking at the broken wooden planks scattered everywhere in the corridor, Yu Siqi began to wonder if something had happened in the few hours he had been asleep.

But before he could figure out the cause of this, he could see what was going on inside these closed classrooms.

A large amount of blood splattered on the walls contained a silvery-white substance, and the teaching desks and chairs used for classes were artificially thrown to the back of the classroom, stacked with water dispensers, and twenty or thirty body bags were densely scattered on the empty ground.

That kind of black body bag, Yu Siqi only saw it in movies and hospitals, but he didn't expect there to be so many in this school. And judging by the extent of the damage to the bag, it seems that the corpses inside have broken through its restraints and left on their own.

A large area of 'fraudulent corpses'? Just a few hours when I slept, did I have to do it?

Exiting the classroom with doubts, Yu Siqi was just about to go to other classrooms to see if it was a similar situation, but he accidentally saw the playground downstairs, and those black and oppressive 'figures' in the rain really startled him.

However, the resurrected 'corpses' did not seem to pay attention to Yu Siqi's gaze, but walked towards the school gate in a very neat pace, and began to pull the thick iron chain.

The dead didn't care if they were wet in the rain, but the blood from the rain's wounds still stained the ground at the gate crimson.

Looking at such a strange thing blankly, Yu Siqi also lost his square inch for a while, and he didn't know what to do.

There is no doubt that there will be the 'Mr. Headmaster' from before in that mass of corpses. But in this situation, do you still need to go over and have a conversation with him? Do you still need to find out if he's really resurrected?

I'm afraid I don't need it! With so many resurrected corpses, he is not far behind.

What's more, in such a special situation now, is it a bit of a death rush to communicate with the deceased in the form of a living person?

"Ha~~~ ow" The sudden sneeze brought Yu Siqi back from his contemplation, and he realized that his body had begun to take certain defensive measures against the declining temperature.

We can't delay any longer, so instead of watching a group of corpses of unknown significance pound on the gate, we should pick up some firewood and go back to the fire.

After thinking clearly, Yu Siqi's purpose began to be clear.

Holding a pile of broken pieces of wood, Yu Siqi returned to the multimedia classroom. With the help of the remaining fires, the fire began to grow stronger again. As the temperature slowly rose, Yu Siqi's somewhat cold hands began to regain consciousness.

Looking at the warm fire, Yu Siqi, who sat back in his chair, listened to the noisy crashing sound and rain outside, and felt that he was completely sleepless tonight.

I don't know how long it was, but Yu Siqi, who was still chewing on compressed biscuits, suddenly froze. The recurring crashing sound below had stopped, and there was a loud 'clang', and it seemed that the tireless fellows had finally broken through the door.

Are they leaving, where are they going?

Countless doubts always tugged at Yu Siqi's thoughts, making him unable to calm down at all. Especially when he realized that he might have to figure out where those guys were, or it would be inappropriate if he ran into them while he was on his way.

I don't know if he went out too late, or if the weird things were going too fast, and he really didn't see anything except the smashed gate and the rain mixed with blood clots.

First they came out of the classroom unconsciously, and now they disappeared in the blink of an eye, and these strange corpses seem to have abilities that they don't know at all!

Probably.

Just when Siqi was about to go back to sleep with nothing, his right eyelid suddenly fluttered.

Family members often say that the left eye jumps wealth, and the right eye jumps disaster. Is this the rhythm of the accident yourself?

No, calm down. Don't be distracted by the thoughts of feudal superstition, you just need to go back to the warm fire now, lie down in a somewhat stiff chair, and close your eyes.

After calming down the tangled emotions in his heart, Yu Siqi, who walked into the classroom, lay down on the chair next to the fire again. He tried to convince himself to fall asleep, but he became more and more energetic.

The cumbersome details of his brain eroded every bit of his brain cell, making it impossible for him to have even a trace of sleep.

The increasingly awake brain urged every organ in his body to act, and he couldn't get any information here.

Yu Siqi, who didn't plan to do this, finally put on his satchel again and set off again.

The rain outside was much lighter, and a few times in and out made it easy for Yu Siqi to leave the room on a poorly lit night. I don't know if it's my own illusion, but the temperature difference between outside and inside is not as obvious as before. It doesn't feel particularly cold to help him go out, of course, without getting wet in the rain.

Because it was still raining, it was naturally impossible for Yu Siqi to leave at the risk of getting drenched in the rain like those corpses who were not afraid of the wind and rain, but he had indeed stayed in this school for too long, so long that he himself began to be a little disgusted with this boring place with no life and no fun.

When people think of rain, they usually get used to staying indoors and generally don't go out unless it's a necessary need. But the good thing is that humans have long invented tools that can protect themselves from the wind and rain, such as umbrellas or raincoats.

Will there be these things in abandoned schools?

The answer is yes.

Yu Siqi was confident that even if there was nothing left of this school, it would still have some inconspicuous gadgets, such as a student pulling down an umbrella or something.

It's time to search every classroom, and find something to do for yourself, lest your head is about to explode." Yu Siqi thought to himself.

The classrooms adjacent to the multimedia were unremarkable, with bloodstains, silver liquids, and overturned desks and chairs. However, a classroom on the second floor with the words 'three years and two classes' aroused Yu Siqi's interest. Although there was no umbrella he was looking for, the blackboard newspaper at the back was hand-painted by talented students into a huge group photo, and the appearance of nearly 30 people on it was vividly drawn.

In fact, Yu Siqi found it all the way, and many classrooms have blackboard newspapers, but such a clever and delicate painting like this one probably seems to be the one who has done it in the second class of three years.

Coming to another school building, Yu Siqi, who was almost about to give up hope, found a dance studio on the fourth floor. As in other classrooms, the doors and windows of the dance studio were once boarded up; It's just that unlike other classrooms, the floor of the dance studio is that polished floor. Unfortunately, because it has not been maintained for a long time, it is also covered with a thin layer of dust. In addition, because the dance studio is actually bigger than the multimedia classroom I slept in before, it is as spacious as a floor, so that there are many more body bags on the ground than other classrooms.

How much, Yu Siqi is really too lazy to calculate.

After a little rummaging, Yu Siqi found what he was looking for in a partitioned prop room - a flower umbrella used during the performance.

To be honest, he hasn't seen much dance performances himself, and he hasn't applied for this content, and he doesn't know anything about it. So he didn't know if this kind of seemingly unreliable flower umbrella could be up to the job of sheltering from the rain.

"Bring two and see how it works!" Yu Siqi said to himself, he doesn't have anyone to talk to these days, but he is suffocated.

Yu Siqi, who leaned over and grabbed two flower umbrellas, saw another thing he cared about, there seemed to be a piece of clothing on the top of the cabinet.

Someone pulled down his clothes, which is a great joy for Yu Siqi now.

But when he got the dress off the top of the cupboard, his face became a little less calm.

Admittedly, this is indeed a coat, and it does have a good sense of warmth. But this is a special piece of women's clothing!

And it's a brown knitted cardipopule!

Forget it, it's already very suspicious to carry a flower umbrella on your head. If you wear 'women's clothes' again, I'm afraid that you will be misunderstood as a 'pervert'.

Absolutely not!

Yu Siqi, who tried to persuade himself, threw his clothes back into the cabinet and turned around to leave, but the cold wind that passed through the hall was blowing, and Yu Siqi sneezed a few times before he was willing to give up.

After casually pulling a few handkerchiefs and wiping his nose, Yu Siqi finally compromised. Reluctantly, he picked up the knit sweater and put it on himself.

It didn't fit particularly well, but it was much warmer than before.

Yu Siqi, who was helpless, grabbed two flower umbrellas, and when he walked out of the dance studio, he thought: "Fortunately, there are no other 'living people' here, otherwise I can't afford to lose this face." ”

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