"The high-fever epidemic that began on December 18 has so far caused deaths in many countries and regions, and its fatality rate is as high as 90%. At present, many countries and regions in South Africa and Central Africa are in chaos, and the General Administration of the World Health Organization in Geneva has jointly carried out joint prevention and control with many countries and regions. ”

While eating, Hu Jia looked up at the noon news that was being broadcast on the TV in the cafeteria, and his face couldn't help but show worry: "Do you think this epidemic will be like 'SARS'?" ”

"It's better to pass it on," Li Xinyu didn't seem to care, and said jokingly: "If you pass it over, you don't need to take the college entrance examination, it just so happens that I haven't reviewed it yet, and I can give me more time to make up for it." ”

Saying that, she took a sip of porridge and said indistinctly: "My dad still wants me to take a book, and I will be asked to repeat if I can't pass the exam." If it's really like SARS, I can still review more at home. ”

"But this time it seems to be much more serious than SARS," Hu Jia sighed as he looked at the picture on TV: "I really want to study medicine in the future, and then support the medical construction in Africa, the children over there are so pitiful." ”

"Because I'm poor," Li Xinyu said, "if I'm as rich as Saudi Arabia, I don't believe that the medical conditions over there are not good......

Wu Zong listened to the small talk of his classmates behind him, and his heart couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness, it was a kind of powerlessness as a prophet, he was probably the only person in the world who knew very well what was going to happen next.

"Why don't you eat it," Lin Xiao looked at Wu Zong, who put down his chopsticks, and was a little strange: "It's not your style." ”

In the era of new media, all news and time are spreading rapidly in the online world like a virus, Lin Xiao has been paying attention to the major media news in the past two days, as a high school student who has witnessed the growth of the new media era, he knows very well that the news in these two days is a little unusual. Although they were vague and secretive, Lin Xiao knew that there was no deviation in what Wu Zong said nine times out of ten - the world was like a knight who had lost his silk reins, watching himself rush off the cliff.

"I have something very important to ask you," Wu Zong hesitated.

"I'm out of money. Lin Xiao looked at Wu Zong vigilantly and tightened his pocket with only two hundred yuan left.

Wu Zong looked at Lin Xiao who was joking, but he couldn't laugh at all, he carefully weighed it left and right in his heart, and finally sighed, took out something from the back of his down jacket, and put it on the table.

Lin Xiao has been adjusting his mood and relaxing to meet this disaster that is impossible to prevent, after all, no matter how bad it is, he will disappear into this world like many people, and there is also the super bug of Wu Zong, who has been a human being for two lives.

But when he saw what Wu Zong put on the table, he couldn't laugh anymore-

It was a shining stinger.

Then Wu Zong handed himself the first task that looked like a red-hot soldering iron that was burning in the deepest part of his memory.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Lin Xiao felt that for the first time in eighteen years, he vaguely smelled the smell of death, it was a cold smell with a little patina, like walking into a damp and cramped basement full of rusty copper pipes, the feeling was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, tightly gripping his heart.

He didn't speak, just grabbed the dagger, silently pinned it into his waist, and turned away.

There's still a long way to go, 'Your Majesty's Eagle'.

Wu Zong withdrew his gaze from Lin Xiao's back and pulled up the fried rice in front of him.

For the whole afternoon, Lin Xiao was in a daze in one direction - that was Hu Jia's position.

The math teacher noticed that Lin Xiao had been in a daze, thinking that he might not have taken a break at noon: "Lin Xiao, I just said how much X to take?"

"Oh," this call pulled Lin Xiao back from the fugue, and he stood up with a somewhat complicated expression: "I'm sorry I didn't listen, teacher." ”

"It's easy to get sleepy in the afternoon, so stand and listen, and sit down by yourself when you wake up. The math teacher didn't care, waved his hand and continued to lecture.

"Teacher, I'm ......" Lin Xiao hesitated, and just opened his mouth before he finished speaking.

"Teacher! Hu Jia seems to have a fever!" Hu Jia's tablemate suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Lin Xiao.

"What's wrong," the math teacher walked quickly to Hu Jia's side with concern, stretched out his hand, and was startled by the temperature of Hu Jia's forehead: "Oops! Why is it so hot, hurry up and call an ambulance!"

Calling an ambulance is not a trivial matter, and the class is buzzing like a frying pan, and they are talking nonsense.

Hu Jia was already burned and almost in shock, and there was a hissing sound between his breaths, whispering cold in a vague voice.

"Why did it burn so badly," the math teacher hurriedly brought over the down jacket and draped it over Hu Jia.

"She was fine before class," the tablemate looked at Hu Jia's red-hot little face and said anxiously: "I don't know why it's so powerful for so long." ”

Qiqi also wanted to stand up and pour a glass of water for Hu Jia to help, but was pulled by Wu Zong: "Don't go." ”

Wu Zong shook his head at Qiqi.

"What's the matter," Qiqi looked at Wu Zong suspiciously.

"You just sit here and don't move," Wu Zong said and stood up and instructed Qiqi: "Listen to me, just keep looking out of the window, and don't look back if anything happens." ”

Qiqi has always been obedient to Wu Zongyan, knowing that something might happen, but she didn't ask, she believed that Wu Zong would definitely deal with it.

"Teacher, Li Xinyu also has a fever!" one of the classmates shouted in panic.

Wu Zong looked back at Lin Xiao, the two looked at each other for two seconds, and Wu Zong saw Lin Xiao silently pull out the dagger from his waist and hide it in the cuffs.

Lin Xiao walked quickly to Hu Jia's side, squeezed away her table and hugged Hu Jia into his arms, and wrapped Hu Jia's clothes vigorously to make her as warm as possible.

"Yo ......" Although Hu Jia has burned very badly, but after all, he is the age of boys and girls, Lin Xiao's action undoubtedly made the class explode, and the classmates let out ambiguous long sighs and coaxed.

The boys and girls looked ambiguous, looking at the two people hugging each other with gossipy expressions.

Only Lin Xiao frowned, his expression struggling.

He knew that Hu Jia was dying.

"I know you've always liked me," Lin Xiao said softly in a voice that only two people could hear, "I ......"

"Hmm......" Hu Jia tugged at the corners of his mouth hard, only opened his mouth for a moment, and before Lin Xiao could react, he suddenly stopped.

Lin Xiao didn't even have time to say that.

A life came to an abrupt end in his arms in the blink of an eye, and he didn't even have time to say goodbye, the reality was far from being as beautiful as in film and television dramas, Lin Xiao never thought that human life could be so fragile that he disappeared without even saying a word.

Kind and young, she was still talking about her ideals at the table opposite her at noon, and she also vowed to support the construction of Africa and help those suffering children in the future.

Wu Zongzhi opened Li Xinyu's table and stood beside Li Xinyu, he looked at Li Xinyu who was lying motionless on the table, and then looked at Hu Jia in Lin Xiao's arms, knowing that they were all dead.

Change strikes in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Li Xinyu, who was lying on the table, began to tremble all over, from her shoulders to her calves, her whole body began to feel like a sheep's madness, the frequency of convulsions gradually increased, and even the entire table shook with her convulsive body.

"Xinyu!" Her tablemate saw Li Xinyu like this, and hurriedly rushed up.

"Run!" Wu Zong pushed her away, and then shot out like lightning to hold down the convulsive Li Xinyu, who had already faintly heard a 'gurgling' sound in Li Xinyu's throat.

The moment this voice sounded, Wu Zong suddenly felt that he was still in his previous life, because this strange voice was too familiar.

In the previous life, Wu Zong fell asleep to this strange cry almost every day.

He knew in his heart that the end times had come again.