Feng Chen can be said to be a very confident person, even a little narcissistic, but these are all small things, if you really evaluate him, I'm afraid many people will give him a thumbs up and give him a thumbs up without hesitation.

Feng Chen's embarrassed appearance when he escaped before was really ugly, but for a normal person, it is indeed inhuman to be able to calm down after experiencing such scenes and twists and turns, so in other words, Feng Chen's psychological defense line that did not completely collapse is already good.

And now that he has a little breathing space, when he has doubts and discoveries about everything in front of him, the desire to survive is enough to make him full of thoughts of rebellion again.

It's better to act than to move.

Feng Chen, who was squatting on the glass slag, stood up, and the sole of his shoe rubbed and squeezed the glass slag, making a tooth-aching squeak. For the first time here, his back was straight, like a gun. But it's not bad, at least it makes people feel that he's alive.

As if sensing this belief in survival, the shattered lightning from the outside world regained its original brilliance, the silver flash lit up like breath, and the arc shuttled up and down like joy, and the black fog on the third floor retreated under such circumstances, and squirmed back to its own floor, leaving only the corroded potted walls, telling the thrilling moment just now.

Feng Chen poked his head out and glanced at the corridor, the corpse was swaying towards him, the ground dragged out traces of disgust, the deep shadows under his feet were still accumulating, and they had gradually reached the surrounding walls with tentacles, looking at this, maybe soon. Another hideous black shadow will appear, once again stretching its claws towards the little ant Fengchen.

As if sensing Feng Chen's prying eyes, the pace of the corpse quickened, and the twisted and terrifying joints clicked, supporting such a tattered body forward.

Feng Chen turned around and ran into the corridor, with a lot of thoughts in his heart. He thought of the words on the blackboard in the dissecting room where he woke up at the beginning, no matter what force was written, for the current helpless situation, even if it was worse, it would not be bad again.

Feng Chen thought about what he was doing on the first floor, greeting him one by one on the second floor. He did this on the first floor with the intention that if he couldn't run in the end and hid quietly in a certain room, maybe he could delay a little longer, but he didn't need it anymore. He glanced behind him every time he kicked open a door, in case he was caught up in the meantime.

When all of them were opened, he came to the corridor where he first saw the corpse, the bright fruit knife was still lying on the ground, surrounded by debris, powder and clods, Feng Chen picked up the knife and wiped it on his clothes, so that it returned to its original shiny appearance. Except for the dissection room on the second floor, the blackboards in the other classrooms were empty, which strengthened Feng Chen's first thought.

"One thing is done, then the next thing is ......" Feng Chen suddenly emerged from the corner, standing firmly in the middle of the corridor, looking at the corpse in the distance, silently calculating the distance between the two, and silently reciting one or two pieces in his heart...... Five ...... Eight pieces.

The floor tiles used in the school building are square, and the side length is about one meter, which is quite large. However, this length is just enough for Feng Chen to be used as a unit to measure the distance between him and the corpse.

Eight meters, let's see how much it will be next time.

After confronting the corpse for a while, Feng Chen turned and ran away when he took a step, and then the next corner.

This time it's still eight meters, come again!

Eight meters!

Or eight meters!

......

It took a lot of physical strength for Feng Chen to finally figure out the law of the corpse's activity, but he still had two points of puzzlement: when he was face-to-face, the speed of the corpse's movement was indeed very slow, but whenever he ran away from his sight and looked back again, he could always appear in his sight again only eight meters away from him; This coincides with the omen in my heart when I first saw the hideous black shadow on the wall.

After the three things were decided, Feng Chen made the final bet.

The "he" in that line is the corpse in front of him!

Then returning him to the place where he should come is the way to break the situation! As for this place of return, Feng Chen already had a plan in his heart.

That's right, it's the morgue in the dissection room.

Feng Chen thought that even if he guessed wrong, this morgue could trap the corpse for a while, and there might be other hopes during this time.

Feng Chen strode to the morgue, looked at the calm liquid surface inside, and then looked around, he thought about it in his heart.

.........

Feng Chen squatted on the table near the morgue, the front and back doors of the teacher were pressed against him with chairs, the blackboard was covered with chalk dust that had not been wiped clean, and the eraser was put by Feng Chen in a place where he could easily reach it. The curtains behind him had been removed and draped over the morgue to cover the contents of the morgue.

Feng Chen rolled up his trousers, looked down at what he had prepared, and felt a little confident in his heart. Such a preparation is enough to drink a pot on the other side.

Click~~

Dazzling lightning roared outside the classroom window, illuminating the pitch-black space miserably white and bright, Feng Chen clearly saw that the black shadow outside the door had turned around and looked at this side fixedly.

He clutched the beads of sweat in his palms, trying to overcome the fear in his heart, and the flesh began to pound on the door, accompanied by the sound of crackling flesh on the cutting board, the rusty door let out an unbearable, powerless moan, Feng Chen's chair blocked behind the door was pushed away inch by inch, and a bony hand squeezed in through the gap, slamming on the door, and the finger bones slid irregularly, making a piercing sound.

Feng Chen slowly lowered his body, as if he was a cheetah about to pounce, and his shirt that had long been soaked in sweat was tightly attached to his body, outlining the tight muscle lines.

First the hands, then the forearms, then the upper arms, the head, and finally the whole body squeezed in through the cracks that had been pushed open, and in the meantime, pieces of flesh kept sticking to the door, emitting a disgusting smell.

Feng Chen naturally would not be indifferent, he took the chair that had been prepared a long time ago, raised it high and threw it violently, smashing straight into the head!

The iron seat, with the strong anger and desire to survive of the people behind it, spun like a blurred ball of light under the light of lightning, and flew towards the target.

The flesh corpse raised its head and let out a roaring roar towards the flying chair, and the boiling black shadow rose from under his feet, once again turning into a Shura ghost shadow looking up to the sky and smiling, his red eyes were fierce, and his sharp claws were striking, tearing towards Feng Chen!