He was in a state of resentment, but the black lines on the stone suddenly and slowly wriggled.

Feng Yuan didn't seem to see it, and his thoughts were controlled by strange emotions, hated and infatuated.

He crouched down again and picked up the stone.

This time the stone was as heavy as water, and there was a wet and viscous liquid flowing underneath, Feng Yuan's sleeves were wet with liquid, and he struggled to resist the stone, but found that the stone seemed to be stuck to the ground, and it didn't move.

He tried a few more times, but the stones on the ground were still indifferent, he was like a demon, and his eyes were scarlet and he didn't even have any sanity left.

He tried again and again, and even the green tendons in his hands protruded, and the stone finally reacted.

But it wasn't him who moved, it was the stone that moved itself, and it slowly warped towards Feng Yuan, and the messy black lines covered it were sliding to the ground.

Feng Yuan subconsciously felt that this stone was like a head, looking up at him!

He was startled by the terrifying thought in his heart, let go of his hands, and the black thread that slid down had already wrapped around his hand along the contact just now!

From the palm to the wrist, it is a trembling and sticky feeling!

"Ah!!h Feng Yuan was so frightened that he took a step back, and shook the things in his hand in a panic, but the black lines became tighter and tighter, and more lines like waterfalls squirmed along the ground to him.

He was so panicked that he kept retreating, his feet were soft to the touch, his hands were tangled in black threads like hair, and he stumbled to the ground at his feet.

He couldn't tell if it was a stone or a real head, only to see it slowly lift up towards him.

A pair of empty eyes without eyeballs were dripping with blood, staring at him deadly.

Longer and longer hair began to wrap around his feet, and there was only one mouth on that unrecognizable face, and more blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Ahhh Hell! Ghosts! ”

Feng Yuan struggled violently, screaming in horror.

The hair that tangled around him also became more and more, and even burrowed into his skin, really entering his body and entangled his internal organs.

"Ahh Ahh!!hhhh ”

His screams were no longer clear from fear or pain.

As more and more long black hair burrowed into his body, his aura gradually weakened.

The teaching building of the third year of high school was originally in a state of confusion that was suddenly relaxed and somewhat empty, but before they had time to experience the parting and sadness that permeated the surroundings, they were in an uproar by a sudden news.

For a moment, the abruptness of having nowhere to put it was replaced by a more intense and energetic atmosphere.

When he arrived between classes, Jiang Futing's ears were full of complicated discussions about the morning headlines, and the news was overwhelming, occupying almost all the headlines of the media.

But it is true that the social impact is too bad, the methods are cruel, and the tragedy is terrible!

"I'll tell you! The pictures on the Internet are all mosaics, and half-truths and half-truths, those people who died, can really only be described as inhumane! It's so miserable! ”

"Say it as if you've seen it with your own eyes! The media have pictures and evidence

, you just beat people to death with such a shot, and it's not bad enough for everyone to lose an organ? ”

"I didn't say it was all fake." The man at the beginning seemed to be groping for something.

The few people who watched and talked together then seemed to suddenly see something terrible, and suddenly burst into screams, and there were men and women mixed together, which was particularly terrifying.

"! I'm special! It's disgusting! ”

"You want to die! Suddenly show us this picture and don't say a word, there is no in the brain! ”

"Ah!! It's disgusting! ”

"Oh my God! It's horrible! If I have nightmares when I sleep at night, you will wait for me tomorrow! ”

There were also two girls with poor psychological quality, who were so frightened that they rolled to the sanitary corner at the back of the classroom and threw up around the trash can.

As a result, the particularly abnormal movement here attracted more students on the side to see, and after reading it, none of them had a good face, and a weak boy was added to the trash can in the health corner.

I couldn't squeeze in, and some people rushed out of the classroom and rushed to the bathroom!

The faces of the better ones were all pale, and the voices of discussion and abuse became more and more mixed, buzzing around the classroom like flies.

Jiang Futing couldn't bear it anymore, pressed the pen in his hand hard, and he walked to the center of the topic with a cold face.

The people wrapped in the crowd vaguely noticed his somewhat scary aura, and they felt very self-conscious, and when the people clustered on the side were almost scattered, the boy who was sitting in his position and turned backwards was still talking to the back table without fear, and his eyebrows were dancing.

"Let me tell you, I guarantee that this picture is real! As soon as he knew about it, in order to explore the truth of the matter, he heroically dedicated his revolutionary spirit, broke into the enemy, and risked the danger of life and death to steal this picture from his father! ”

The boy sitting behind him had a pale, his eyes were dodgy, and he couldn't sit still, I don't know if he was frightened by the picture or by Jiang Futing's aura.

The person who turned around to talk was still talking, and the back table kept squeezing his eyebrows at him, although he noticed that something was wrong, the classmate who spoke seemed to have a sense of superiority that everyone was drunk and sober, and he couldn't hold back the swagger in his heart, and he couldn't even feel the knife-like sight.

He also said that there were not just three dead, but four! But they all died miserably, and all the organs in their bodies were gone! Alas~ People are piled up like rotten skin and bones! ”

He was disgusted with himself when he said this, and continued: "That's how the fourth person was pressed to the bottom! If it weren't for their police autopsy to move away, they wouldn't be able to see it on the ground! ”

He didn't deliberately suppress his voice, not to mention that those who silently returned to their seats were still curious about the follow-up of this matter, and seemed to be doing their own thing, but they were all listening with their ears pricked up.

So when he said this, Jiang Futing could hear the sound of gasping in the classroom one after another and carefully suppressed.

He couldn't bear it anymore and cleared his throat, cutting off the revelation of the truth that he still wanted to reveal.

Talking boys

He paused, felt the chill above his back and sight, and was so frightened that he couldn't hold the phone steadily, and dropped it on the back table just about to pretend that he had read a page of the book and turned it.

Halfway through the page, I was pressed back by the mobile phone that fell in the middle of the air, and a triangle was folded!

The back table was a little tempted to run away, his books had been protected so hard that there were no small warps on the sharp corners of the paper, and now they were ruined by his front table!

His pale face turned a little bloody with anger, and he glared at the table in front of him!

The front table was raising its head to look at Jiang Futing's unfathomable eyes, smiling wryly.

Jiang Futing looked at his mobile phone that he inadvertently dropped on the book.

There is a photo enlarged to occupy the entire mobile phone, probably because the mood of showing off has not been enough, so when the photo is shown, the boy who speaks is like a baby, holding it in the palm of his hand and reluctant to withdraw.

Rao is Jiang Futing's pupils couldn't help shrinking the moment he saw that photo.

It's no wonder that the students who saw the photo just now were all out of their souls and panicked, and even ordinary adults wouldn't feel comfortable seeing it.

As the student said, the death was horrific, almost every corpse was disemboweled, and it was not one-size-fits-all, and the skin was densely packed with small holes.

All the organs of the corpse were taken out of such a small hole, but how could a human organ be so big and such a small hole could be taken out?

Therefore, the organs of these people are almost not formed, as if they have been pulled out, and the tissues, blood vessels, and those broken nerves are like continuous mud all over the ground.

As for why they know that the shapeless minced meat on the ground is the organ of those people, it is that their bodies are indeed like rotten skin and rotten meat, like leaky balloons, folding in layers in a strange way.

Jiang Futing's face was a little ugly, and the two classmates who were watching him didn't dare to come out in an instant.

Just when they thought that this person who was full of cold was going to rise up and scold them, Jiang Futing simply extinguished the spark burning in his eyes, as cold as his body.

He said lightly, "Don't look at these before the exam, it affects your emotions and easily affects the exam status." ”

Except for those two people, everyone in the classroom who heard this was a little unexpectedly stunned, so unexpected that they even forgot the discomfort caused by the picture just now.

Their mean, rigid, unreasonable, and usually reluctant squad leaders who don't even want to say much on weekdays don't scold, but they are still patiently persuading.

Sure enough, it's about to graduate, and even the class president doesn't scold anymore, and I want to leave a good impression on them.

A girl with a slightly more delicate mind will be really a little melancholy and hang her head silently, such an excellent and unsmiling squad leader will not be seen for a few days.

I knew that I was brave and said a few more words to the squad leader!

Originally, I thought that I had studied hard for three years in high school, and I didn't seem to have any regrets, but now that I think about it so carefully, it seems that there are a lot of regrets.

Those haven't had time to confess yet

, is about to be strangled to death in the love of his own womb.

Those places that haven't had time to share with their best buddies yet, haven't had time to have a hearty hustle and bustle.

Even if it is a new flavor of snacks in the school commissary, there is no time to carefully appreciate the scenery in a corner of the campus.

These things have been passed in a hurry for three years, and after the summer breeze has blown completely, not even a trace will remain, and then it will be a new beginning.

The mood of sadness is like a poisonous mist, one person contaminates a little bit and affects the people on the side, and the people on the side spread in all directions, and then the whole classroom is there.

Yang Linsheng was determined to be a person who could not be swayed by emotions, he stretched out his arm and shook it at the tall body, "That's right, Jiang Futing!" How do we get the class reunion after the exam? The people in the other classes have discussed the place, we haven't moved at all, our class is the first in everything, we can't be compared to this kind of trivial matter at the last moment, right? ”

Jiang Futing really didn't expect this, and Lao Liang didn't have time to remind him in his own sad spring and sorrow, so he silently looked at the literary and artistic committee members in the class.

Suddenly, the literary and art committee member of CUE raised his head in confusion: "......"

When are the tasks scheduled? How did he not know???

Jiang Futing said with his eyes: Now you know.

The literary and art committee turned his head with a resentful expression and looked at Yang Linsheng, who was stirring up trouble.

Yang Linsheng scratched his ears and cheeks, pretending not to know, he thought that Jiang Futing already had a preliminary plan for these things, who knew that he had forgotten about this stubble at all!

Jiang Futing swept around the crowd in the classroom looking at each other, "If you have any ideas, you can discuss them with the Literature and Art Committee, and just tell me if you decide." ”

In the three years of high school, the students of the first class of high school actually had the free and democratic right to a class activity on the eve of graduation.

Three years have been nothing more than a matter of turning hands, let alone the last four days.

The college entrance examination is coming!

(End of chapter)