Zhao Yan felt very strange at this time, he saw another self lying on the podium and writing something in his notebook, and he stood beside him but couldn't move, at this time he felt that there was something more in the class, he tried to turn his neck to look back, it was that place again, and it was that girl again, standing there with her head bowed to him.

The door behind him opened, and a group of people walked in, he couldn't move, but he could see everything in the room, and it was a strange feeling, as if he was dreaming.

Zhao Yan trembled in his heart, and involuntarily became nervous, and the group of people who came in all lowered their heads, their bodies stiffened and wore the white clothes of the dead when they were buried, and slowly passed through his body, sitting on the seat like puppets. Zhao Yan felt that there was an aura of death wafting in the air around him.

He tried to see everyone's faces, because he felt as if they all knew each other, and even though they were all dressed in white robes, their bodies were so familiar. Just as he was looking at everyone, they seemed to feel Zhao Yan's gaze, and they raised their heads one by one, Zhao Yan was shocked, gasped, and his heart hung up, because he saw that the people one by one were the children who had accidents in the past few days.

The first one to raise his head was Ban Hua, he was wearing his head, his hair was still dripping with red blood droplets, his face was pale without a trace of blood, his eyes were black, and his godless eyes were staring straight at Zhao Yan. The red lips and a blush on each side of the face were like paper figures burned for the grave of the dead. She didn't have a trace of expression, just stared at Zhao Yan like that.

The second person also raised his head, his hair was back to the back, and the place on the left side of the temple of the wide head was dripping with white brains, flowing down from his miserable white cheeks, one eye protruded outside, like the eyes of a dead fish, and the other stared straight at Zhao Yan, the clothes below were fluttering in the wind, oh my God, Zhao Yan wanted to scream but couldn't call it, it was obviously half of his body. Zhao Yan had Xia Xu crawling in the corridor in his mind at this time.

The third also raised his head, his eyes were all whites, but Zhao Yan could obviously feel that he was looking at him, his thin body was skinny but there seemed to be a lot of things crawling on his body, his expression was extremely painful, his mouth was wide open, as if he was going to shout something, but he couldn't make a sound at all, Zhao Yan just wanted to ask Liu Yan what is wrong with you, at this time, half of a woman's brain was exposed behind Liu Yan, and a pair of resentful eyes stared at Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan felt that his back was bubbling cold, the one in the back only had half a head, and the other half seemed to be flattened by something, with only one eye, looking at Zhao Yan, with his mouth open and his tongue stretched out, his round body wrapped in a white robe, how terrifying and terrifying it was.

In the back, Zhao Yan saw that it was Xiaobao's father Zhang Fukang, who he saw that night, his thin body was wearing a long white robe, his face was burned beyond recognition, pieces of skin and flesh fell from his face, and his two eyes were two black holes, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but only the lower lip, the upper lip had been burned by the fire, only the teeth came out, and nothing was said.

Zhao Yan wanted to scream, but at this time, he was looking at all the scenery around him, which was not so real, as if he had been corroded for decades, and everything was old and dilapidated. Zhao Yan was suddenly attracted by the row of photos on the back wall, there were no photos of children on it, all of them appeared before death, with a wooden expression, no luster in his eyes, and his face was pale, but he all had a gloomy smile, Zhao Yan was stared at by the eyes of countless dead people at the same time, and he had an urge to go crazy.

At this time, the corpse-like people slowly stood up under the leadership of Ban Hua and bowed stiffly to Zhao Yan, as if they were asking "Hello teacher" before class. After bowing, they stood there waiting for Zhao Yan to speak, at this time a short figure ran to Zhao Yan's legs, holding Zhao Yan's hand, Zhao Yan was startled, it was a pair of children's hands, just cold and piercing, Zhao Yan lowered his head, he was startled, isn't that Xiaobao, at this time, Xiaobao was bleeding, with a painful expression, and his voice shouted hoarsely from his throat, "Brother play with me".

Zhao Yan shook off his hand violently, and shouted with all his strength, "Don't come, don't come" He felt that the surrounding scenery was like a time machine, quickly replaying, changing, and many people flashed by, and then a girl's resentful voice came from his ear and said fiercely: "Those who violate the class rules die, and no one can run." Ha, ha, ha, ha" Before Zhao Yan felt that his consciousness was about to dissipate, he finally looked at himself who had been writing something on the podium and slowly raised his head, that was another self, but he felt a kind of sadness from his other self, he saw that he was crying, as if he wanted to say something to him, but his eyes were dark and he didn't know anything.

Zhao Yan waved his hands and struggled to open his eyes, the first thing he saw was a handsome face, Zhao Yan was in a trance for a while, his hands were still waving hard, but he was firmly grasped by the person in front of him, his eyes were a little blurry, and somehow they were tears, and then there was a shout in his ears: "Teacher, wake up, are you dreaming, wake up."

Zhao Yan stopped struggling, looked at the person in front of him in a daze, turned out to be Dabo, turned his head with difficulty, and turned out to be asleep when he looked at his notes, maybe he was too tired all night.

Da Bo let go of his hands and handed Zhao Yan a tissue, seeing that Zhao Yan didn't reflect what he was still looking at in a daze, so he had to gently wipe the tears from the corners of Zhao Yan's eyes, Zhao Yan grabbed Da Bo's hand fiercely, as if he was afraid of losing something, and shouted loudly: "I won't let you die, I will definitely find out the truth, I must save you, I must save you." ”

"Teacher, teacher, what's wrong with you, are you having a nightmare, no one is dead, wake up." Da Bo was startled by Zhao Yan at first, and then called Zhao Yan gently, because his mother told him that if a person has a nightmare, he must wake him up slowly, otherwise it is very likely that the scared person will lose his soul, Da Bo is a child after all, I don't know what to lose his soul, but at this time, it is obvious that the big boy in front of him must have happened so many things for a while, which made him too stressed, how to say that although he is their teacher, it is not much bigger, and half of the classmates in the class have not yet started to have an accident, It's good that he can hold on, so I can't bear to yell at him, after all, people have love.

Zhao Yan completely woke up from the misty state, picked up the paper and wiped the tears in his eyes, looked down at the notebook, which was placed in front of him at this time, he raised his head and looked at the last seat and secretly made up his mind, and said to himself in his heart to something in the dark: "This is my 32nd class, I will not let the tragedy never come on this day, I will definitely protect my children, I will not allow others to harm them, I will save the dead, I will protect the living, No matter what happened before, you are a ghost of the past, and I will not give in. ”

"Bang" The window was blown shut by the wind, startling a big wave.

Zhao Yan turned his head and asked Dabo: "What's the matter, why don't you have military training?"

"Teacher, I have something I want to tell you, but I don't know how to say it, I—I'm so scared," he said in a trembling voice with a crying voice.