"Zhang Yunlong! What are you in a daze! ”

The blackboard eraser crossed an arc, and a "snap" hit Zhuo Xuan, who was dazed.

There was a burning pain on his face, and the flying dust was raised, choking Zhuo Xuan's cheeks were red and he was coughing. He followed the direction from which the voice came, and those unfamiliar faces made him feel inexplicably familiar, and memories came flooding back, and he naturally remembered something.

My name...... The name is Zhang Yunlong.

Zhuo Xuan's eyes were dull.

The one who threw the board was a boy with a strong personality, who was the class leader, but who often bullied himself with others. Those kids love to laugh at themselves for being freaks...... Freak, by the way, I'm a freak without parents.

Zhuo Xuan didn't know why he had such strange feelings. However, he really lives here, and everything in front of him does not seem to be an illusion, so why do those familiar faces that appear in his mind from time to time and appear for no reason make him feel strange?

Like, forgetting something very important.

"Still stunned! Erase the blackboard and go! ”

The boy walked to Zhuo Xuan's desk with a cold face, and the students chasing and fighting around him stopped their movements tacitly at this moment. Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at it in unison, gloating, ready to move.

They were eager to see a brawl...... No, it should be described as a one-sided assault.

A cowardly person deserves to be bullied, especially when he is helpless, and he does not deserve anyone's sympathy.

In this remote middle school, the laws of survival are infinitely close to the jungle wilderness.

"I know," bearing all this silently, Zhuo Xuan stood up from his seat, and he walked slowly in the direction of the blackboard, like an old man who was about to die and moved slowly.

Thoughts were still flying, Zhuo Xuan's feet were stumbled, and his thin body fell to the dirty ground, and before he could get up, the laughter suddenly broke out, so intense, so harsh.

"Hahahaha...... Look how stupid he is! ”

Zhuo Xuan didn't get up immediately.

When will these days end?

He thought.

……

Xinlong Hotel.

The blade of dawn pierced the darkness that the city had been immersed in for so long. It turned gray at first, and then the gray melted, revealing a snow-white sky.

In the corridor of the hotel, Zhou Xueqiu used tricks to block the entire floor, while Zhang Yunlong yawned and leaned against the wall.

Wan Hongyu never moved her position, she silently squatted beside the unconscious Zhuo Xuan, and at this moment, Zhuo Xuan was holding the black box in both hands and placing it on her chest, her brows furrowed, as if she was in her sleep and engaged in some kind of dispute.

If nothing else, the Metropolitan Police Department should have discovered the dead Chosen on the other floors and launched an investigation. After all, the Monster can only play a temporary role, and once it is discovered and interfered with by the outside world, it will be difficult for the remaining Chosen to carry out the task within the stipulated time.

Containing the "beast" should be their ultimate goal.

"It doesn't matter, this game is going to be won by me." Zhang Yunlong's gaze swept over the unconscious Zhuo Xuan, and then looked up at Zhou Xueqiu, who had a calm face, and seemed to smile, "Don't forget, the countdown to the pre-task is less than twenty-four hours. ”

Countdown!

Wan Hongyu immediately remembered this incident.

Investigating the cause of Xu Shilin's death should have been completed in advance. But now, the battle between the Chosen One is on the verge of breaking out, and the three forces are fighting, resulting in such an embarrassing situation, which is really beyond their expectations.

What's even more troublesome is Zhang Yunlong, a moody and uncertain freak.

He's a freak indeed.

"What the hell did you do to him, why didn't he wake up for so long!" Wan Hongyu raised his head, his voice cold.

The wound on her shoulder had been treated urgently, and during the treatment process, Zhang Yunlong just stared at it with a playful expression, and had no intention of stopping it.

Perhaps, he never killed for the sake of killing, but was playing a game to satisfy his perverted hobby.

"He," Zhang Yunlong's smile slowly retracted, "don't disturb him, he's going through everything I've been through." ”

"What?"

Wan Hongyu's eyebrows were raised, frightened, and his bloodstained face was full of incredulity!

It's a trap from the start!

Is this called a game?

Every Chosen One knows that the biggest difference between himself and ordinary people is not that he has "tricks", nor is he able to manipulate "tricks", but that he will not be washed away by the rules of the world after learning about "beasts".

The complete memory combination becomes the complete version of the self now. Fragmentation, or the erasing of memory, is tantamount to subverting that integrity.

So, to experience the story of another person, to write the experience of others into your own memories - after waking up, the two memories are intertwined, will it still be the original self?

It is precisely because of such doubts that Wan Hongyu can't help but care.

She looked at the young man lying on the carpet, at his slightly trembling eyelashes, and her heart was empty for no reason.

Wan Hongyu knew that she couldn't stop caring about the person in front of her who could die twice for herself.

She trembled and reached out to remove the black box-like monster. However, just as Wan Hongyu had just made a move, a slender cold touch came from her neck.

Zhang Yunlong didn't know when he left his original position and pressed a knife against her snow-white skin.

"Don't spoil my game."

The sharp blade easily broke through the snow-white skin with just a light touch. Blood slowly seeped out from a wound, and Wan Hongyu didn't dare to have any more delusions.

This guy is definitely the most terrifying enemy he has ever met in his life.

Zhou Xueqiu kept his arms in the environment and never said a word.

He never thought that Zhuo Xuan would fail like this. Of course, there is also a 1 in 10,000 possibility that Zhuo Xuan lost himself and became another "Zhang Yunlong".

If this happens...... No, nothing like this will be allowed.

We'll see.

Zhou Xueqiu's eyelids closed slightly, and he thought silently in his heart.

……

A peaceful afternoon.

From the dormitory to the classroom, Zhuo Xuan only took less than ten minutes in total.

In this remote middle school, the vast majority of students are from local children. There are gangsters who don't learn and don't know how to gather in the toilet to smoke and fight, and there are also poor children who study hard and want to rely on knowledge to change their fate.

No matter where they come from, one thing is clear.

They are enjoying the last revelry of compulsory education.