An rotunda that can easily accommodate hundreds of people.

Xin Ping was lying flat on a long table, still unconscious, and there were seven or eight people standing around him, all of whom looked like students.

A gray-haired old man sat on the side of the long table, carefully observing Xin Ping's left hand.

The hand was tightly clamped, and from the palm to the elbow, the skin was barely visible, and the fingertips exposed at the front were obviously blackened.

This kind of appearance makes anyone's heart cold.

"Ma Fei hasn't arrived yet?" The old man didn't look up, and asked softly.

This voice sounds very kind, if Chen Dui, Dong Junwei and others are there, they will definitely be able to hear it, this is the current principal of Ziwei High School, Shi Yuanjun.

But if it was just face-to-face, it is estimated that the whole school would not believe that the principal, who was originally only in his early 50s, would suddenly become so old.

Shi Yuanjun was originally a well-mannered scholar, with a well-proportioned figure and a radiant spirit, but after the end of the world, he aged like this within a few days, and now he is skinny and slow, and even standing has become a problem.

But the students present are still looking ahead.

Song Yu stood aside.

Although Shi Yuanjun's question did not specify someone, he still took the initiative to answer, "Ma Fei lives on the 11th floor, and it will take a little time to come down, so I have already called someone to urge him." ”

However, without waiting for Shi Yuanjun to speak, a tall and thin boy next to him snorted, "I see that some people wish Xin Ping died." ”

Song Yu didn't seem to hear this, and still stood respectfully beside Shi Yuanjun.

Seeing that Song Yu didn't talk, the man was also a little bored.

Shi Yuanjun still didn't raise his head, just sighed, and said warmly, "There are many people, there will always be contradictions, but everyone's goal is the same, there is no need to hurt the harmony for some trivial things, Xiao Song, urge Ma Fei again." ”

"Yes."

Song Yu bowed his head, and then glanced at the girl next to him, who nodded slightly and closed her eyes.

In just a minute or two, the sound of hurried footsteps came from directly above the hall.

The whole hall is surrounded by a ring of windows, which has no problem with the light, and in the middle there is a stout column around the column, and a staircase spirals upward.

Ma Fei, who had unlocked Yang An's, walked over quickly.

"Headmaster."

"Ma Fei, come and see Xin Ping."

"Yes."

Ma Fei walked to the long table, saw Xin Ping, who was already dying, and immediately froze, and then looked at Song Yu.

Song Yu nodded slightly.

Ma Fei walked up at this time.

"See if you can take the hoop off his hand?" Shi Yuanjun's breath was a little unstable, and if he said a long sentence, the last few words would be low, and sometimes people couldn't hear it clearly.

However, as soon as Ma Fei looked at the scene in front of him, he understood what was happening.

"Stainless steel, like? It should be fine. ”

Ma Fei held up Xin Ping's left hand, only to see that there was already a trace of black blood oozing out of it, accompanied by a fishy smell, which was disgusting.

Although the relationship with Xin Ping is not very good, seeing his current miserable situation is also a little unbearable.

"How did this happen?"

"I'll talk about this later, let's save people first."

"Well, but someone needs to help me." Ma Feidao.

"I'll come."

The tall and thin boy who ridiculed Song Yu just now took the initiative to ask.

"After softening, these rings will become elastic, and then they will be taken off one by one, remember not to let go halfway, otherwise they will bounce back, and maybe your hands will collapse."

"Yes." The boy was a little impatient.

The two began to work together, helping Xin Ping remove the iron hoops on his left hand one by one.

Others unconsciously approached to take a look out of curiosity.

However, the scene in front of them made many people feel uncomfortable.

"Hmm......"

Several girls hurriedly turned their heads away and covered their mouths.

The arm, which had been stuck for more than a day, was completely dehumanized at this time, the skin had already festered, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and as soon as the iron hoop was removed, the black and stinky pus and blood suddenly gushed out, and it couldn't be stopped.

Xin Ping, who was in a coma, couldn't help but moan.

Ma Fei endured the discomfort and helped remove the last hoop together.

I also had blood on my hands.

He held the stainless steel iron ring, subconsciously tossed it on his hand, feeling a little familiar, and then wiped the blood a few times, and at a glance, he immediately thought of someone.

Last time, Yang's hands and feet were also restrained by this lightweight stainless steel.

But that person didn't have any ill will towards Yang Anxi, it just made him unable to move like a shackle, if Xiao Yang was the same as Xin Ping......

Ma Fei didn't dare to think about it, and sighed

"Let's bandage it."

"No need." A girl who had been standing at the table suddenly spoke.

"Why?"

"It's useless, amputate it." The girl said coldly.

"Amputation and he's useless!"

The tall and thin boy roared in a low voice, but even Song Yu dared to mock him head-on, but he never dared to say anything serious to the girl, so he could only express his dissatisfaction.

"Amputation is useless, but if you don't amputate it, you will die, you choose for him."

The tall and thin boy struggled for a long time and punched the long table.

Soon.

The girl had Xin Ping carried out of the hall.

Outside, it's sunny.

But a bloody operation is getting underway.

……

Indoors.

Including Song Yu, no one moved.

Shi Yuanjun looked at Liang Yan, who was hanging his head, and showed a gentle smile, "Xiao Liang, tell everyone what happened." ”

Liang Yan rushed back to Qingbei non-stop, and finally sent Xin Ping back intact before the capsule expired, he was already exhausted at this time, but he also knew that if he didn't explain things clearly, he would definitely not be able to rest.

"Headmaster, do you remember the last time No. 1 Middle School suddenly attacked a storage room?"

"Hmm." Shi Yuanjun nodded: "The newly discovered No. 9 survivor gathering point, are you and Xin Ping in charge of monitoring?" ”

"Yes, we have been encamped at a commanding heights since noon the next day, and we take turns to monitor every day, and we dare not relax."

"How did that happen?" The tall, lanky boy asked angrily.

Shi Yuanjun said, "Tong Bin, don't interrupt." ”

The tall and thin boy named Tong Bin was angry and stopped talking.

Liang Yan didn't seem to dare to offend him, and explained to Tong Bin, "We have been monitoring for several days, and none of those people have come out, so I don't know how many of them are, but it seems that there should be a lot of food reserves in the storeroom."

"But just a few days later, two people, a man and a woman, suddenly came out."

"Oh?"

"I mean come back and report quickly, and then the organization will decide what to do next, but Xin Ping insisted on following those two."

"If that's the case, then you don't blame it."

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