Zhao Yan turned his head mechanically, all the children's expressions were the same, and the child's face was filled with the same smile, but in his eyes, it was like looking at a zombie, everything was so fake.

"How do you do this question, teacher!" After speaking, he put a book in front of Zhao Yan.

He lowered his head and slowly looked at the book, it was a reading question, but Zhao Yan somehow no matter how he read it, he would forget it all after reading it once, and he was reading it again, but there was still no sign in his mind, and when he looked up, the child still looked at him with a smile, without a little impatience.

"You go back first, I'll do it." There was always a creepy feeling around the child, and when the child turned back, he saw that it was like a piece of paper, and there was no three-dimensional sense at all, and his heart trembled violently.

He slowly stood up, and then slowly walked towards the girl in the last position, passing by all the children, everyone was writing something seriously, but when he looked at it, he remembered nothing but a blur. Gradually, he came to the last position, and this time he saw the black notebook, what the child was writing, but he was attracted by the two bright red words on it, "class rules". At this time, a voice suddenly appeared in his heart: "Offender, die!" A chill rose from under his feet, he involuntarily took a few steps back, and then he saw that all the children slowly raised their heads, some of their heads fell, some of them were bleeding, some of their eyes were protruding and their tongues were long and deep, and some were either missing arms or legs, but the expression on their faces was still full of evil smiles, Zhao Yan ran out like crazy, the corridor was pitch black at some point, and all the class lights were on, emitting blood-red light, The expressions of the children in each class were like that, but they were all like the scene of a car accident, he didn't know how long he had been running, just passing by one by one, but in the end he found that he had returned to the original point, and the surrounding scenery passed by like a movie, but he never moved.

At this time, the house number above is still "High School Sophomore. The second class "but there is not a single student in the class, the three windows are drawn with curtains, and there is only one lamp in the room flickering, which illuminates this class like a ghost scene, at this time a woman walked in from behind him, the age is about the same as him, tall and thin, with long hair behind her, Zhao Yan didn't see her clearly, but it felt like a teacher, she slowly walked around the classroom with her head down, as if she was looking for something, then Zhao Yan looked up and saw that the clock on the wall was pointing to nine o'clock" Isn't 9 o'clock in the evening just when the school is late for self-study, and what does a teacher do when he returns to class at this time? Zhao Yan thought to himself, the woman seemed to not see Zhao Yan, walking slowly in the class like a ghost, the lights flickering and flickering to pull his shadow so long.

Suddenly she stopped in the middle of the class, with her back to Zhao Yan, and then slowly he climbed onto the table, Zhao Yan saw that she was wearing a pair of red shoes, the shoes seemed to be dyed red with blood, and then took out a rope out of nowhere, the movement was very slow, as if she was doing something carefully, and slowly put the rope on the steel pipe on the ceiling of the house, and then made a knot, raised her foot and stretched her neck into the circle, Zhao Yan raised her hand to stop her, but found that her body couldn't move, and then I saw the girl kick hard, The table fell, but there was no sound at all, and then I saw her struggling in mid-air, slowly struggling in the air because of the struggle, then his face turned around, pale face, eyes protruded outside, like a dead fish, the tongue stretched out, he seemed to see Zhao Yan, suddenly his eyes stared at him with resentment, as if he was going to kill him, suddenly he stopped struggling, Zhao Yan thought he was dead, at this moment the woman suddenly raised her left hand to Zhao Yan, and her mouth made a hoarse sound, Zhao Yan was frightened, his heart seemed to be still, his mouth was open, and he didn't dare to breathe.

He wanted to save the woman, but his body couldn't move, and slowly the woman lowered her arm, and was suspended in mid-air without moving, because the uncomfortable five views were gathered together, tears slowly flowed out from the corners of his eyes, and a feeling of despair rose from his heart, as if he had fallen into the sea, he was about to be overwhelmed by this feeling, maybe because a life died in front of his eyes, maybe this feeling had been accumulated in his heart for a long time, and now it was like a flood that burst the embankment, and he didn't know where the strength came from He shouted "no" A roar seemed to vent decades of inner dissatisfaction and resentment.

He squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, except for repeating the word "no" for a while, his mind was blank, and gradually his voice became lower and lower, he gasped for breath, and his hands were on the ground, he felt that the light in the room had become much softer, but it was still that eerie green, and he stood up with a hard stroke, and slowly regained his eyesight at this time, he saw that he was standing on the edge of the podium, the scenery in the room was the same as in his dream, he subconsciously raised his head, but fortunately he didn't see the female teacher who hanged herself, and everything changed back to the original state, It's like nothing happened.

"Why are you sad, don't they deserve to die, you still shed tears for them, why, why do you say?" A girl's resentful voice came from behind, and Zhao Yan saw that by the last window, the girl was standing there looking at him angrily, except for her pale face, everything was the same as what she had just seen.

"They're dead, they're all dead, that's retribution, they're going to pay for everything they've done, and now they're not going to make you angry, everybody's here," Speaking of this, suddenly all the students in the class appeared, all of them with bloodless faces, pale faces, everyone had a smile on their faces, but there was pain in their eyes.

"Now they know how to learn, they won't break the class rules, and you don't have to be angry with them, but why do you cry, why are you unhappy, why." As he spoke, tears slid down the corners of his eyes like beads, and his clothes were wet silently, and there was not only love but also indescribable sadness on his face.

Zhao Yan somehow felt a heartache, as if he had lost the most important person.

At this time, a voice appeared behind him, low and hoarse with a kind of helplessness, but Zhao Yan was shocked for a while, the voice was exactly the same as his own, he would never hear it wrong.

"Stop, everything is over, we have no right to decide the fate of others, time allows us to meet, let us remember, but it will also make us forget, keep the purest memories in our hearts from being erased by time, but now this love is bloody, this is not my original intention, nor is it your original intention, let go of the hatred in your heart, don't sink, give others a chance is also give yourself a chance." Zhao Yan wanted to turn back, but he couldn't move, but he had a feeling of flesh and blood connection to the people behind him.

"Let go, hahaha," the girl laughed, "No, I won't forgive them, I won't forgive the people who hurt you, they're going to stay here forever, they were and will be, don't run away, they're all going to die." After saying a terrible scream, and then a strong wind came from nowhere, the books in the room were blown up, and all the ghosts rushed to the podium, at this time Zhao Yan felt that someone pushed him hard behind him, and fell out of the door, and then a voice came, "Run hard to the red light and don't look back." ”

Then the door slammed shut, and the hallway was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.