When I looked down, I suddenly saw a figure lying on the innermost bed in the infirmary.

The figure is a little emaciated, not like the state of a normal person, as if there is only a skeleton, whether it is a person or a skeleton, I can't see clearly.

I was about to take a closer look, when suddenly it was dark in front of me, and the headmaster blocked my gaze.

"Classmate Cao Taiyi, it's okay, you should leave now, anyway, you are also a senior in high school, so it's not good for you to make excuses to skip class. And I see that your homeroom teacher seems to have some opinions about you? ”

I looked up at the principal and saw that the smile on his face had become gloomy and cold.

"There is no class to teach, teach according to aptitude, this is the root of the teacher, as a teacher actually has opinions on students, that is the teacher is incompetent, do you think it is right? Headmaster. "I especially emphasized the last word of the principal to make him understand who he was.

"You're right, I think you'll be back in your classroom right now." The headmaster's voice was lowered, and his speech was cold and piercing, faintly revealing a cold murderous intent.

I looked at his face, and as he spoke, under the skin of his cheeks, something weird seemed to be crawling.

It's like there are countless snakes or earthworms, wriggling beneath his skin.

The skin on the principal's face bulged up layer by layer, making people's scalps tingle to look at.

A sense of fear that made my heart palpitate welled up in my heart, and a chill that went deep into my bone marrow climbed rapidly along my back.

Without any hesitation, I walked straight out of the infirmary.

If you don't leave, I'm afraid you're really going to die somewhere.

I don't know why I feel this way, but I've always followed the feelings.

When I exited the infirmary, it was noon, and the sun was shining outside, and the surroundings seemed warm.

My heart was indeed cold, and I didn't feel the slightest warmth.

The chill that permeated my heart almost froze me completely.

Standing here and looking behind me, the school shrouded in a large locust tree looks like a green giant beast awakening.

The shadow of the big locust tree is like the mouth of a giant beast, huge and deep, this huge mouth seems to be able to devour heaven and earth, and devour the world.

Anyway, it's already come to this point, if I can't escape, I'll starve to death, and I will die for an inexplicable reason, so it's better to fight hard and find possible life.

I looked at the dilapidated door of the torture chamber with mostly dark black stains, and gritted my teeth and pushed it open.

The old wooden door creaked harshly, and as the door gradually opened, a foul rancid smell wafted out of the door.

The smell is like a tree that has been soaked in water for a long time, and it grows after it grows into hair.

I frowned slightly and fanned my hand in front of my nose to fan away the stench.

When I entered the punishment chamber, I stood at the door in fright, not daring to go any further.

The punishment chamber is not very big, about the size of our classroom. Inside, it was full of "people" with different movements and wearing school uniforms.

All the "people" had their backs to me, some of them looked at the blackboard in the innermost part of the punishment room, some looked at the classmates around them, and some were looking down hard, but none of them turned their heads to look at the door.

I took a deep breath of the rotten stench, suppressed the fear in my heart, and slowly walked into the "person" closest to the door.

He was wearing a blue school uniform, his head was slightly bowed, and he was studying carefully with a book in his hand.

The closer you get to the other person, the stronger the stench of decay becomes.

"Hello classmates, I'm a senior in high school, and I want to ask what you're doing here?"

I reached out and gently patted the shoulder of one of the students in front of me.

"Click"

The body of the classmate in front of him suddenly made a weird breaking sound, and his body instantly became shorter.

Before I could react, the classmate in front of me who was slapped on the shoulder exploded into a pile of tiny black branches.

Twig?

I looked closely at the other students around me, and they were all human figures made of tiny branches.

These human-sized branches, when put on the school uniform and with a hood, look exactly like a real person from behind.

I looked at them one by one, touching the branches with my hands.

The branches were wet, as if they had just been fished out of the water, and the rotten smell came from them.

The people of these branches are very real, and when viewed from behind, they look like real people.

Including the faces of the tree branches, if you don't look closely, they are almost the same as real human faces.

Of course, anyone with a little eyesight can easily see that a face full of tiny branches cannot be a human face.

But these eyes are really like real eyeballs.

I couldn't help but poke the twigman in the eye with my hand, the glass ball? It turned out to be made of glass, and the eyeballs were exactly the same as the human eye.

Who weaves so many people in the punishment chamber? What do people who weave so much do?

I couldn't figure it out, so I slowly walked through these figures to the innermost part of the punishment chamber.

I couldn't help but gasp, because in the innermost part of the punishment chamber, where all the branches were hidden, there was something that looked like an operating table.

There was a corpse on it that I didn't know if it was true or not, and I didn't know if it was because the light was dim, and I couldn't see it clearly.

I hope the corpse is fake, just made from rotting and smelly twigs, just like the branch people around it.

But I also knew that this was unlikely, because I had vaguely seen the person lying on the operating table being disemboweled.

A guy who can weave a human form out of twigs, with clever fingers, can't make up a fake corpse that can take out the internal organs.

I took another step forward and stopped abruptly because I heard some kind of strange noise.

The sound is so small that it can barely be heard without careful listening.

When I stopped, the entire torture chamber fell silent.

Heard, no, should I say barely audible.

Very slight, very small cracking sound.

It's like, it's like the sound of a tiny branch being broken slowly and forcefully.

Tiny twigs? Break?

I turned around slowly, and the people behind me didn't change anything, they still looked at the operating table.

No, when I first came in, they weren't.

In the beginning, they did their own thing, and they didn't stay that way.

Looking at the operating table?

No, it should be said that they were looking at me, staring at me with glass eyes that didn't have any eyes.

They can all move, are they all living things?

I couldn't help but clench the textbook in my hand, and the stench of decay increased silently, almost making me dare not breathe.

I suddenly remembered the security room I had been to, when we had been attacked by some horrible tree branches, and we had to rely on textbooks to make it out.

To tell the truth, I wonder where I got such a bold man, who had just been attacked by a tree branch not long ago, and now dared to walk into a crowd full of branches.

"Click"

All the branchmen turned their heads to look at me.

They twisted their heads slowly, as if it was very difficult to make this movement.