"Huh?"

At the moment when that hand appeared, Zhang Luo's shoulders suddenly crooked, stretched out his hands to choke the opponent's unusually cold wrists, and bent down sharply to make a beautiful over-the-shoulder fall.

"Whoa!"

With a terrifying tearing sound, viscous plasma gushed out, soaking Zhang Luo's back.

"I'll ......"

Seeing that he had directly tore off the other party's arm, Zhang Luo threw the gray arm that was still spurting blood in his hand on the ground, and retreated sharply while turning around, standing next to the poor head, staring at the "person" standing behind him just now.

The thing that catches your eye can no longer be described by the concept of "human", because even if it is a deformed child, it is impossible to be deformed to this extent:

The guy was as pale as a dead man, standing barefoot on the ground unclothed, and above his gray legs, which were full of red spots and looked like he had been infected with a skin disease, was a collection of hundreds of arms, each of which was twitching, like an epileptic patient in a seizure state.

Looking at the dense arms and palms on the other party's body, Zhang Luo sighed: "I really envy you for having so many girlfriends......"

"Don't come here, he'll kill!" The head embedded in the wall shouted, "Let him go!" ”

"How do you know he's going to kill?" Zhang Luo stared at the "Thousand-armed Guanyin" in front of him.

As he spoke, the monster with arms all over his body had already strode towards him, realizing that the terrain here was too narrow, Zhang Luo immediately rushed out of the door and entered the corridor on the second floor of the teaching building, looking at the scene in front of him.

Pattern in the hallway. It's still very similar to the normal situation in the real world, if you ignore the dense handprints on the windows. And the top of the head kept squirming, as if something was hidden outside the ceiling. It's basically the same as the original.

Seeing that the "Thousand-Armed Guanyin" chased out, Zhang Luo stretched out his right hand and tried to open the storage space to take out Pandora, but when he opened the storage space, he found that there was nothing in it except for the stealth helmet he had just put in.

"Damn." Zhang Luo scolded, it seemed that he was in a state of "alienation", and even the storage space was problematic.

Faced with the approaching monster, he took out his stealth helmet and put it on his head, only to find that it had no effect. The other party is still walking towards him.

Dozens of fists in front of the monster's body clenched, and out of nowhere, a few scalpels were drawn, and an eerie cold light flashed under the pale light that suddenly lit up on the ceiling.

Realizing that the stealth helmet had no effect in the alienated state, Zhang Luo stretched out his arms to protect his chest and assumed a non-standard but practical fighting posture:

"Looks like I'm going to have to tear this bastard apart." He whispered.

Through a brief confrontation in the toilet, Zhang Luo can already determine that although the opponent's arms are many, they are surprisingly fragile. with their own strength and agility. As long as nothing else, it shouldn't be difficult to tear this guy to pieces.

However, events often do not go so smoothly......

"Whoa!"

There was a crisp cracking sound, and the black door next to what was supposed to be the women's toilet was violently kicked open. Another monster walked out and stood next to the "Thousand-Armed Guanyin" to confront Zhang Luo.

This time, it was not a corpse patchwork, and the body was made up of a mannequin at a glance. The complexion is dark yellow, the movements are stiff, and there is an unpleasant "squeak" sound when walking. It looks like a headless mannequin that is common in a single window of clothing.

Unlike those models. This model has a head, but his head is ...... It's like "borrowing" from people.

The position of the model's head. With a gray head that was obviously out of tune with his body, and under the shaggy messy hair, the bespectacled boy's face was distorted to an incredible degree, as if he had experienced great pain, and the broken part of his neck was still bleeding slowly.

Click.

The model raised the blood-stained kitchen knife in her hand, and the stiff joints on her body made a crisp sound.

Seeing that the enemy had changed from one to two, Zhang Luo was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Now I admit that you are stronger......"

Then, without hesitation, he turned around and ran.

If there is only one enemy, it doesn't matter, facing two curious monsters with bare hands is undoubtedly looking for death. Faced with this situation, Zhang Luo also immediately chose a "tactical retreat", without any intention of making a move with the other party.

"Click!"

The ugly sound made by the mannequin writhing when the mannequin's joints behind him resounded throughout the corridor, and the speed of the two monsters was so fast that even Zhang Luo, who had light footwork, couldn't distance himself from them at all!

Rushing to the end of the gloomy corridor and turning a corner, ignoring the smiling faces on the glass window next to him, Zhang Luo accelerated again, and had a "sprint race" with two monsters in the U-shaped corridor.

Realizing that he couldn't shake off the two strange creatures with strange painting styles, Zhang Luo focused his eyes on the sturdy-looking big iron door not far from his right, hurried to the door in three steps and two steps, slammed the door open, rushed into the pale light room, and then turned around and slammed the door shut, knocking down a heavy iron shelf next to the door, blocking the only entrance to the house.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The iron door shook violently, presumably two monsters locked out kicking the door. But under the obstruction of the iron frame, they were completely unable to break through the blockade.

After about a minute, the knocking finally stopped, and the clicking began to fade away.

"Hoo ......"

After staring at the door for a while, and making sure that the two monsters were finally out, Zhang Luo breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at the situation inside the room.

Unlike the toilets, which have been turned into dirty secret rooms, they are exceptionally clean. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all paved with snow-white tiles, and the light flashed under the incandescent light overhead, dazzling Zhang Luo's eyes.

Although he had always disliked the pure white room, Zhang Luo didn't have time to complain now, just stood in front of the shelf facing the door and stared at the things displayed on it.

On each of the four tiled walls of the room, there was a shelf, and except for the one facing the door, the other three had no storage.

"This place seems to be an infirmary, right?" Looking at the human limbs on the shelves in front of him, Zhang Luo narrowed his eyes slightly.

According to his memories of the No. 1 teaching building, this room should be the infirmary, yes, he used to have an infusion here when he was in school.

In the alienated infirmary, it should be understandable that human limbs are present. Zhang Luo quickly turned his gaze to the long strip of paper pasted on the wall next to him.

If memory serves, in the real-world infirmary, this thing is supposed to be an eye chart, but under alienated visual observation, the original eye chart has become a white piece of paper with red letters written on it.

As for the content of the red letter above, it is also easy to understand, in short, it is some kind of warning:

"No noise in the hallway."

"Don't look back in the hallway."

"Don't go to the second class of the third year."

In addition to these three articles, although there are words underneath, they are blurred to the point where they are unrecognizable, as if they have been washed in water.

"There seems to be a mystery in this place...... Zhang Luo said to himself.

The crooked font of the warning written on the "eye chart" looks a bit like the handwriting of a student, perhaps also suffering from "alienation", and the student who fled here may have written it.

If this is the case, the number of people involved in "alienation" may be even greater than I imagined......

While he was thinking, Zhang Luo heard a low "click" sound from the ceiling above his head.

Raising his head suddenly, he was greeted by a vent in the corner of the wall, and a frightened human face emerging from the vent:

It was a sallow-faced girl, looking haggard, with one hand on the vent, and asked in a low voice, "Are you also a survivor?" ”

"That's right, I'm new here, can you explain what's going on?" Zhang Luo asked. (To be continued.) )