How could a metal wind chime suddenly turn into a murder weapon and use sound as a trigger medium to attack everyone in the classroom? I couldn't figure it out at all.

There was another point that I couldn't figure out: 'How can you be sure that it was a wind chime that attacked us?' Also, why don't you say it, even if it's bad enough now? ’

Kai Wei's hand shook and she wrote in her notebook: 'It was Xiaotong who told me. She broke her leg and was admitted to the hospital. Called me that night and asked if I had opened the package. ’

I said yes. ’

Xiao Tong was taken aback. She said we were both dead. The god of wind will curse us. The wind chimes in that package are going to kill us. Unless, we remedy. ’

I frowned: 'Is there a way to remedy this?' ’

'Hmm. Xiaotong said yes. She said that I should wrap the wind chimes and send them to No. 4 on the 14th floor of Zhoukou Apartment. The god of the winds dwelt there. She asked me to ask the God of the Wind for forgiveness. In the end, he repeatedly reminded me not to tell anyone about it. Otherwise, we will die even worse. Cavey's voice shook more and more, obviously breaking the taboo again and again, which scared her to the extreme.

Her boyfriend Dai Li pursed his lips, grabbed the notebook and wrote: 'Xiaowei, you were deceived by Wu Tong. According to her, the so-called god of wind still has a fixed residence. Zhoukou Apartment is a slum in Fengling Town, and God lives in the slum. It's just crazy. ’

Then how did she explain the wind chimes she gave me. Killed two of them! 'Cavily's face was bloodless.

Yes, a wind chime can kill people by sound. It's too supernatural, indeed. The guy who called himself the god of wind for Wu Tong was definitely not a good person. What is his identity? Is it male or female? Could it be some kind of cult?

My mind kept spinning, trying to figure out how to break the deadlock as I peeled back and forth the information that had been squeezed out of Kavi's body.

The high-pressure and terrifying atmosphere made the classroom extremely gloomy. Everyone's ability to endure has a limit, and in the dead silence, finally someone can't stand it anymore and begins to break down.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die. Whining. "A girl not far from me was crying and running away, ignoring nothing. But as soon as she lifted her leg, she fell to the terrible roar of tearing. Life came to an abrupt end.

And the moment she got up, a very clever boy near the girl also ran up without hesitation. He ran a few steps more than the girl, and his life ended at a stone's throw from the door.

Two more students died.

I squinted, and in the death of two people, I saw a glimmer of rule. The invisible murderous wind chimes in Kavi's desk, after each trigger, for some reason, would go back to the drawer first. Moreover, it kills people in a precedent order. Attack in the order in which the sounds are triggered.

I have a little bottom in my heart. Again, try the trigger range. If the scope is very large, it is useless to escape even farther.

How far will the attack range of the killing wind chimes be?

I silently touched the object on my body and placed something loud enough to make a sound on the ground within reach. I first threw a key to the podium a few meters away.

The key slashed across the parabola in the air and slammed into the lectern. When it was too late, it was too fast, and the whistling sounded. The lectern was smashed into a circular hole. The fist-sized hole is a cylindrical and square shape. Could it really be the octagonal wind chimes in Cayvey's mouth?

Again, try outside the classroom.

I picked up another key and threw it out as gently as I could. A few meters away from him was a window near the hallway. One of the windows was not closed. The key leaped off the windowsill and flew out dangerously, falling in the hallway outside the classroom. Several crisp crashes rang out one after another, apparently the key bouncing off the ground several times.

But this time, the killing wind chimes were not triggered. The hallway is safe and out of its reach.

I was happy in my heart, and in order to be sure, I experimented twice. As a result, no matter what I threw from the classroom into the hallway, how loud I was. The murderous wind chimes in Cavey's drawer were motionless and untouchable. Sure enough, the attack area of the wind chimes is only the inside of the classroom.

It's weird enough.

After determining the scope, I thought a lot in my heart. I pulled through the notebook and wrote: 'Continue to be silent, if you want to live, believe me, teacher.' Everyone, attention is everyone. Hold a hard object in your hand that can make enough sound. Then throw them out in the order of two per second. When the last person was done, everyone ran out of the classroom. ’

When you're done writing it yourself, hold it up and make sure everyone sees it.

Distrust and hesitation are on the faces of most people.

I'm sure you've seen the test I just did. The wind chimes will attack the objects that make the sound in order, and there are 26 students left in the class, plus me, 27 people. Throws 2 items per second and takes 13 seconds. And every time the killing wind chime attacks, it comes back and forth, about a second or so. It takes more than 27 seconds to smash all 27 items. We have 13 seconds left to escape. I wrote, word by word, "13 seconds is enough to run out of the classroom from here." ”

His own explanation made the desperate students believe a little. But gaining everyone's trust was really difficult for me to be airborne for less than an hour.

I'll be the first to get up and run. Everyone, please be sure to keep up with me. When I wrote it, I showed it to everyone: "Five seconds later, I'm the first to throw something." In order to avoid people not knowing the order, I will be the center. Start with the person closest to me and throw them in turn. ”

Five!

I put the notepad on the ground.

Four!

I found a heavier key.

Three!

I held the key tightly in the palm of my hand.

Two!

The cold sweat in the palm of his hand almost soaked the key.

One! Last second.

I took a deep breath at the last second, and then threw the key out with all my might. With me as the center, for more than ten seconds, all kinds of objects flew out one after another. The classroom was littered with flying objects.

The murderous wind chimes in Cavey's drawer whistled after striking the key I had thrown away. Back and forth, constantly going in and out of the desk, attacking and throwing flying objects at their own unique rhythm.

There are no fools in this world, and under the high-pressure threat of death, all hesitation and fear will turn into motivation for survival.

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