Monday, May 15th, half past one in the morning

Zhang Yichi entered the community from the east gate, and he did not choose to enter from the main gate of the west because he went around in a big circle and happened to go around the east gate.

Entering the community, Zhang Yichi walked towards the building where his home was located. Walking down the aisle, he looked up, and there was not a single house in this building with the lights on, which made him feel a lot more relieved, and then he entered the sixth unit.

Opened the door to the basement and came from the basement to Unit 2, where he returned home.

"Hoo ......"

After walking for a full hour and a half, Zhang Yichi leaned against the door and slowed down for a minute or two.

Then Zhang Yichi went to the bedroom again, carried Lu Tao, who was cold, on his back, and changed to a hug after finding that his back was extremely uncomfortable.

Holding a corpse and having such intimate contact with a corpse is something Zhang Yichi has never thought of in his life, although his scalp is numb now and the nausea is constantly coming, but he still has to tense his face and grit his teeth and hold on.

His body is not bad, and it is not too difficult to hold Lu Tao. The large and small joints of Lu Tao's corpse have already formed a zombie, and it is described as a corpse like a popsicle, and it is not comfortable to hold it, if he can, Zhang Yichi would rather kick Lu Tao's corpse down the stairs with one kick.

Holding Lu Tao and leaving the house, Zhang Yichi began to go downstairs cautiously. He didn't want to touch Lu Tao's corpse with his hands, so he clamped Lu Tao to his chest with his wrist.

The fifth floor is not too high, but Zhang Yichi walked for five minutes.

Five minutes later, he opened the door to the basement and walked down with Lu Tao on his back.

randomly chose a storage room and put Lu Tao's body in it, Zhang Yichi went home again, and put Lu Tao's books, kitchen knives, mops and other items into the storage room.

After all this was done, Zhang Yichi returned home and fell straight on the bed.

The tiredness is coming.

He was looking forward to it.

No one knows if he is looking forward to the tiredness that will make him fall asleep or the unknown that he will meet at school tomorrow.

Monday, May 15, 6 a.m

What woke up Zhang Yichi was still the alarm clock.

He slept very lightly and woke up as soon as the alarm clock sounded.

After getting up, Zhang Yichi rubbed his eyes, quickly changed his clothes, carried out a simple wash, and took out a bag of instant noodles and nibbled on it.

Although school is about to start, he has to pretend to be his predecessor in front of countless strangers, and he is bound to confront the police later, but Zhang Yichi didn't feel how nervous he was.

This is a very strange phenomenon, perhaps it is Zhang Yichi's innate talent, the more critical the situation, the more calm he becomes.

Of course, the taste of instant noodles is not much better, but fortunately, Zhang Yichi's purpose of eating is not to enjoy deliciousness, but to simply fill his stomach.

After eating the instant noodles, pour a glass of warm water. Zhang Yichi took out his mobile phone again and obtained information from his mobile phone. Zhang Yichi's predecessor also set an alarm clock, and the time of the alarm clock is 6:40, so Zhang Yichi can go out to school according to this time.

But something troublesome is that he doesn't know anything about things in school. He only knew that the school was near the community, and his class was Class 271 in the second year of high school.

He didn't know which seat he was sitting in, he didn't know what his classmates looked like or what their names were, and he didn't know who was his homeroom teacher......

It seems that in order to avoid suspicion, I can only talk less......

Zhang Yichi thought so.

clicked into the class group, and there was an activist in it who posted the word 'morning', Zhang Yichi directly clicked on the person's avatar, entered the private chat, and sent him a sentence:

"Buy me a drink and put it on my desk."

"Uh-oh."

Two words were quickly sent from there, giving Zhang Yichi a feeling that the other party did not dare to disobey his requirements, and after this matter was done, Zhang Yichi began to draw information from the class group again, and it took more than half an hour to flip through the records.

When the time reached 6:40, Zhang Yichi put away his mobile phone, simply cleaned up the house, and went to see the place where the wall was painted.

After going through everything in his head, and there was basically nothing wrong, Zhang Yichi went out and walked in the direction of the school.

There were many people in school uniforms in the community walking in the same direction, and Zhang Yichi simply slowed down and followed them.

The school uniform Zhang Yichi is wearing is still a bit awkward, after all, in the real world, he hasn't worn a school uniform for seven or eight years.

The school gate was wide open, and several security guards were talking at the door.

Zhang Yichi walked in and found that there were two main teaching buildings in the school. The students were divided into two groups in the color of their uniforms and walked towards the school building where they were located.

From the average height of the students, Zhang Yichi easily judged which group was high school students and which group was junior high school students, so Zhang Yichi followed the group of high school students into the teaching building where they were.

This building was counted before Zhang Yichi entered, and there are five floors.

He didn't know where the class of the sophomore year was, so he could only go in and look for them one by one, but fortunately, he still knew how many classes he was in, and if he didn't even know this, then he would be in trouble.

Entering the first floor, Zhang Yichi walked in the aisle and looked at the class cards of each class. The class card is all the class of the second year of high school, but Zhang Yichi did not find his class, and when he went up to the second floor, he saw the class card next to the staircase that read: Class 271 of the second year of high school.

Finally found the class he was in, Zhang Yichi walked in the door, and a small number of students who had already entered the class subconsciously looked up at him, but after a second or two, they went their separate ways.

This is just a very normal thing, but Zhang Yichi, who is in this situation, feels uncomfortable. He took a deep breath and swept the class tables to see a bottle of orange juice on the table in the back row of seats by the window. Of all the seats, there was only one table with drinks on it, so Zhang Yichi was eighty percent sure that he was sitting there.

He walked over without the slightest pause. Sitting in the seat, I opened the drink and took a sip to relieve a trace of uneasiness in my heart.

"Chen Hai."

He called out the names of the classmates who helped him buy water, and the remarks of everyone in the group chat were real names, so it was reasonable for Zhang Yichi to know Chen Hai's name.

Soon, a fat man who was not very tall came over.

Zhang Yichi looked at this person, wearing thick glasses, inconspicuous little flat head, there was nothing worth caring about him, he said without any emotion: "How much is this water?" ”

"Five dollars." Chen Hai is a little not fluent in speaking, perhaps because he is a little afraid of Zhang Yichi.

Zhang Yichi took out a five-yuan note from his wallet and handed it to Chen Hai, then waved his hand to signal him to leave.

Chen Hai took the money and immediately walked away as if avoiding the plague god, and when he returned to his seat, the weak aura suddenly disappeared, and he began to chat passionately with the ponytail girl at the same table.

Ignoring Chen Hai no more, Zhang Yichi glanced at the entire class. Probably because he was about to enter the third year of high school, most of him was busy studying, and no one paid attention to him.

He was relieved a lot, it seemed that he was quite unsociable in the class, so it was best that he wouldn't have to deal with these people. But there was one thing that gave him some headaches, because he had a table next to him, and some textbooks were in the cabinet.

Looks like he has a tablemate......