The security guard sitting in the guard room looked stunned, motionless and staring at the scenery outside the window, unable to take his eyes off it. None of the pedestrians passing by the entrance of this middle school noticed the strangeness of this place, as if any of its manifestations were taken for granted.

In the depths of the school park,The teaching building is like a sleeping giant beast crawling quietly。 The sound of the old days was as unreal as an illusion. In this silent space, the wind swept a trace of silence into a certain classroom, and dozens of students stood quietly without blinking, sitting in their seats with expressionless faces, staring directly at the figure sitting on the podium.

That's right, sitting on the podium.

An ambiguous glint flashed in the thin boy's eyes, and his hand gently reached out, holding the plump woman in his arms, while the other hand groped freely on the still body like a puppet. As if he remembered something, his eyes swept under the podium, fixed on a fair face for a moment, and raised the corners of his mouth as if mocking.

In the subconscious sacred scene, no one put on a surprised expression when he made such a rebellious move. Including the girl who was watched, and the woman who was ravaged by the teenager's big hand, they were as emotionless as a puppet.

Zhuo Xuan's lips opened, as if he remembered something, the complicated color on his face flashed, and he muttered as if he was pouring out into the air: "Xiao Qi, you see, I don't need to look at anyone's face now, I have taken the first step now......"

After discovering that Yu Xiaoqi could not be removed from the puppet's words, Zhuo Xuan's original throbbing heart slowly returned to calm. He knew that perhaps this was the end of fate, and that he was destined to embark on a path that he had never dreamed of. On this road, he will become a bully and carry out the domineering in his heart.

The entire school has been reduced to Zhuo Xuan's puppet nest in the past few weeks, and he has once again seen the true magic of this notebook that brings him strength, even if it can't turn everyone into puppets in an instant, but slowly, thousands of people have been turned into puppets in a few weeks, which still makes Zhuo Xuan feel frightened and frightened.

In his spare time, Zhuo Xuan also thinks about the origin of this notebook and why it happened to appear in front of his eyes. Just the right time, just the right place, everything seems to be arranged by a big hand.

Can't find an answer.

It doesn't matter anymore. In short, this is the first step to realizing your ambitions.

……

"Hmm...... Not!! ”

Zhuo Xuan snorted, sat up from the bed abruptly, and gasped for breath in the darkness. And his back, for some time, was already soaked in cold sweat.

He looked around in disbelief.

It's your own room, yes. Familiar furniture displays, a faint musty smell in the air, and a deathly silence in the room, except for the pounding of one's own heart.

However, the feeling of being watched always lingers.

Ever since I got the notebook, this strange feeling has enveloped me. Especially when night comes, lying quietly in bed and slowly falling into a deep sleep, this sense of danger surrounds you like a loud alarm bell, deafening.

After waking up, the consciousness slowly returned to the body, but there was nothing wrong with the surroundings.

Go back to sleep.

Zhuo Xuan's breathing slowly calmed down, his expression was tired, he grabbed his phone casually and glanced at the time, and wanted to lie down again.

At the moment when he made this decision, suddenly, his breath suffocated, and the sense of danger that had already dissipated without a trace came silently-

Heartbeat!

This room has a heartbeat that doesn't belong to you!

Zhuo Xuan's cold sweat broke out wildly, flowing down his back like a waterfall. His heart was pounding, trying not to show himself to feel out of the ordinary. He knew that at this moment, the other party should not have noticed that he had discovered their existence.

Is it the enemy that this notebook has recruited?

Or was he destined to be targeted by these guys as early as the moment he got his own notebook?

Either way, they miscalculated their vigilance.

Zhuo Xuan thought so and slowly lay down. The body, the palm of the hand is slowly stretched in the direction of the pillow-

Now is the time!

The young man's thin body bounced violently, and his hand clutched a notebook. At the same time, a voice full of surprise suddenly sounded!

"He's found us!"

We?

There is more than one enemy!

When these thoughts came one after another, Zhuo Xuan could no longer report any luck thoughts. He quickly judged the direction of the sound, and his body swooped down on the window like a cheetah.

"Don't let him escape!"

"Yes!"

Two low and short conversations sounded one after another, but the location of the window that was close at hand suddenly became very distant, which made Zhuo Xuan's heart frightened!

Don't...... They also have the same special abilities as the notebook?

This thought only flashed for a moment, and the chaotic thoughts were immediately removed from Zhuo Xuan's mind. He only felt that everything in front of him instantly became blurred, as if he had fallen into an endless fog in an instant, and the voices of those broken thoughts came from all directions, like magic sounds.

"Now that he's a turtle in an urn, we can get closer to him slowly and then tie him up with chains......"

"Yes, after tying him up, I'm going to burn his skin with a red-hot soldering iron and pour mercury into his wound!!"

……

Damn it!

The torture that only existed in books was read out by those two voices, and Zhuo Xuan only felt that his soul was in danger, and he did not hesitate to tear off a page of notes, quickly bite his fingers, and write something on the paper indiscriminately.

When the blood dried on the paper, suddenly, the whole fog dispersed, and the scene in front of him instantly became clear. Zhuo Xuan quickly tore off a note, clutched it tightly, and his body broke open the window like a cannonball!

The crisp cracking sound of glass exploded in the dark night, and Zhuo Xuan's body seemed to be unaffected by gravity, like a cannonball shot into the distance.

The cold night wind crept in through the window frame and raged wantonly. After a long time, the two figures slowly walked to the window, looking at the figures in the distance that could no longer be seen clearly, and couldn't help but glance at each other, looking at each other without saying a word.

"How to say. Has your 'trick' failed? The thin boy hesitated for a moment and spoke slowly.

"We all underestimated him, thinking that he would not be able to grasp tricks in his hands, after all, he was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy," Standing next to the skinny boy was a woman in a khaki trench coat, her voice as crisp as a silver bell.

If Zhuo Xuan was still here, he would definitely recognize this woman as the one he met when he went to the secret bar to rescue Yu Xiaoqi that night. It is really incomprehensible that the short encounter actually brought himself a murderous disaster.