Following.

Mainfield Secondary School.

Rockefeller came to school as usual, this time in a black uniform, so he was not hindered by the defenders of the club, nor was he stared at by the strange eyes of his classmates in the crowd.

"Well, Vic and Colin were both found in their homes in suicide attempts."

"It's really fake, I remember that the two of them don't usually look very cheerful, why did they kill themselves."

"I don't know, but it's okay if the two of them didn't come to school, the whole club experiment, just the two of them have been smiling, let them wear black uniforms, and they haven't worn them."

Rockefeller couldn't help but feel a little chill in his heart as he listened to the casual talk of two girls in black uniforms, Vic and Colin in their mouths were one of the people who were full of rejection of this experiment, and now hearing that they had attempted suicide, he couldn't help but think of the scene where he almost swallowed a gun and killed himself last night.

If it weren't for Franklin······

Thinking of this, Rockefeller couldn't help but stretch out his hands and clench the backpack he had placed in the slot of his desk and school bag.

This backpack contained the reagents that Franklin had given him, and he would take the time to go to the toilet to inject a dose of reagents, and then go to the designated location to get the prepared flyers as the youth idol said, and start looking for one or more like-minded partners on campus, and he needed them to accompany him in a play.

"Rockefeller, your uniform is washed."

Just as Rockefeller was thinking about the plan, a familiar voice came to his ears, and he turned his head to look at Jesse, who had not been wearing a uniform before and was blocked by Jesse at the school gate and alarmed the arch guards, and he had the impression that Jesse was still a gentle and polite person before participating in the social experiment.

It's hard to imagine that the person who was pulling at his collar and barking at him wildly has become so peaceful now, as if nothing had happened before, and he greeted him enthusiastically.

"Oh yes, I've washed the juice off." Rockefeller replied with a hard smile on his face.

"That's right, Mr. Hilton said that uniforms are the embodiment of equality, as long as everyone wears the same clothes on the surface, then within the visible range, everyone is equal, and those so-called wealth gaps are eliminated at once." Jesse said to Rockefeller with admiration on his face.

Rockefeller, who heard Jesse's words, only felt a burst of absurdity.

As long as you don't look at it, doesn't the gap exist?

If you lie to yourself, then reality will become a ridiculous joke.

"Ahaha, you're right." In the face of Jesse's admiration for Mr. Hilton, Rockefeller could only say on the surface.

【Jingle Bell~】

The bell rang for class, and the students quickly settled into their seats, their discipline better than ever, for it was Mr. Hilton's class, and they maintained an unbridled morbid adoration for Mr. Hilton.

Not long after the bell rang, Mr. Hilton walked in.

Hilton is slender and wears a crisp formal suit, the details of the formal suit show his delicacy and taste, and he wears a pair of square glasses on his face, which gently hold the bridge, full of intellectual intellect and thoughtfulness.

He bowed slightly to the students present, and his eyebrows revealed a bit of gentle temperament, which made people feel that he was kind and warm.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Rockefeller felt that Mr. Hilton was full of surprise when he saw him, but this surprise was only a flash in the other party's eyes, if he hadn't been paying attention to the other party's expression, otherwise he would never have caught the other party's fleeting emotions.

In class, Mr. Hilton begins to lecture, and during the teaching process, he speaks clearly and softly, treating students as if they were his own children, which makes people feel a sense of affection and trust.

Even Rockefeller, who has been absent-minded, can't help but fall into the rhythm of the other party's lectures, and he has to admit that Mr. Hilton is a very good teacher, and his lessons are always impressive.

When the class was about to end, Mr. Hilton smiled at the students present:

"On April 3rd, I will be holding a meeting in the auditorium of the school about the future direction of our community."

Hearing Mr. Hilton's words, the eyes of the students in the classroom became hot, they were full of love for the community created by the collective, and the unconscious behavior of the group so easily replaced the interesting behavior of the individual, Rockefeller trembled deeply for this power.

When Mr. Hilton announced that he was out of class and left the place, Rockefeller refused Jesse's basketball offer on the grounds of stomach pain, and he silently hid the syringe he had prepared, and then he went to the men's restroom alone and walked straight into a toilet room.

Rockefeller looked around like a thief, and then slowly took out the disposable syringe in his pocket.

"It's like a drug." Rockefeller muttered to himself.

Now this scene is really similar to the illegal behavior of the bad people in society, sneaking into the toilet, taking out a syringe of unknown significance, and then injecting the contents of the syringe into the body, no matter how you look at it, it looks like bad behavior.

"If this thing can hallucinate, it really looks like it."

Rockefeller complained in his heart, and then he rolled up the sleeve of his right hand and found the humeral vein in his arm located on the inside of his upper arm, and then he inserted the needle of the syringe into it, and slowly pushed the piston with the thumb of his left hand to inject the liquid from the syringe into his body.

The moment the liquid completely flowed into his body, Rockefeller's previous crow's beak was fulfilled, and this thing was really hallucinating.

Rockefeller only felt like he was trapped in a dreamlike world, in a bizarre psychedelic setting.

His vision became distorted, his surroundings were constantly changing, as if changing with his imagination, red smoke swirled around him, fluorescent green plants grew rapidly in front of him, as if to tell him something, his heart beat faster and faster, and an indescribable sense of fear rose from the bottom of his heart, making him overwhelmed.

The visions in front of him became more and more obvious, as if to convey some kind of message to Rockefeller, and he tried to get out of this psychedelic scene, but his body could not move, and the whole world became distorted and distorted, making him feel extremely uneasy and frightened.

Dididi~

When Rockefeller regained consciousness again, his mind was full of chaos, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

"Although the reagent I gave you has been diluted to the standard that ordinary people can use in thaumaturgy, it is best to dilute it with water again before using it, so that you will not be autistic by the mimusin in it, this kind of thing is extremely toxic to ordinary people."

Rockefeller's mind sounded the blonde young man's previous reminder to himself, this reminder really worked, and now Rockefeller is a little autistic, he stretched out his hand, and said with puzzled eyes:

"Who am I and what is the purpose of my existence?"

A huge sense of absurdity filled his heart, but fortunately, this sense of absurdity came and went quickly.

When the emptiness in Rockefeller's heart was completely removed, he slowly got up from the toilet in fear.

"Mimusu is really a daunting thing."

According to the blonde youth, he now has the ability to conceal his existence twenty-four hours a day, but this concealment does not allow him to do anything too out of the ordinary in front of others.

But now was not the time to study anything too out of line, he was now in a hurry to get the blonde youth to explain his affairs, and he quickly recalled in the back of his mind the four things that the blonde youth had given him.

First, go to the abandoned warehouse and take out the 6,000 leaflets and a pistol that the other party had placed there.

Second, secretly announce the [Mimu Advertisement] flyer, don't cause a reaction from Mr. Hilton, and after the flyer is sent, you don't have to pay attention to it.

Third, find one or more like-minded partners

Fourth, on April 3rd, if Mr. Hilton is going to give a group speech, that's when the gun is going to be used.

"Let's act, Rockefeller!"

The young Mr. Rockefeller silently cheered himself up in his heart, and then he went to the abandoned warehouse with all his energy, and there were no accidents during the period, after all, Xia Xiu's [Presence Weakening] Mimu Su had been cultivated to a very amazing extent, even if it was a temporary version that was diluted N times, it was not easy for ordinary people to detect.

When Rockefeller easily got the two black suitcases, he still felt a little unfinished in his heart, this ability to act freely under the noses of everyone is really fantastic, if this ability falls into the hands of bad people and people who do not know moderation, I am afraid that it will cause chaos.

After Rockefeller got the flyers, he took them to the best place he had planned to distribute them in advance - the student locker storage place.

In the student cabinet area, rows of neat student cabinets are quietly placed here.

There are labels on the top of each cabinet with the names of different students, and there are various stickers on the doors of each cabinet, with cute cartoon characters, cool fonts, and star posters full of youthful atmosphere.

Rockefeller unconsciously stayed in the position of a star poster, because the star on the poster was none other than the blonde young man who made himself do things.

In this poster, the blonde youth is wearing a black shirt that clings to his skin, highlighting his perfect figure, his contours are well-defined, his lines are smooth, his facial features are deep and handsome, showing unparalleled beauty, and his golden eyes are clear and transparent.

I have to say that although this guy has a bad personality, he is really good-looking.

"Phew, what am I thinking, I have to get back to work."

Rockefeller shook his cranky head, and then he shoved the leaflets he had prepared into the cracks of the student cabinet, and soon he had distributed all the leaflets, and just as he was about to go to the next area, he heard the scolding of several boys and the angry roar of a girl coming from the women's restroom.

"The unthinking following of others, avoiding thinking—neither wanting to think nor being able to think—is the root cause of the great catastrophe that is now present in social research."

"Jackson, you know what you're doing now, breaking into the women's bathroom and threatening female classmates, you know how crazy you are now!"

Rockefeller silently walked into the women's bathroom, and soon he saw several community guards wearing black uniforms and red shoulder cloths on their shoulders, they were surrounded in front of a well-rounded female student with good facial features, and the female student's black pupils were full of anger at this time.

"Sophie, it's your freedom to quit the club, but you spread the word on campus that is bad for the club and Hilton, which we can't tolerate." Jackson, a fanatical defender of the Society, also glared at Sophie, and he would not allow anyone to slander his "leader".

"Jackson, you're really crazy."

Sophie looked at Jackson like a madman, and the person in front of him could go crazy to this point for the so-called society.

"Because you slandered Mr. Hilton, we will punish you accordingly."

At Jackson's signal, the other arch guards pushed Sophie into a private room, and then barricaded the outside with debris.

"Let me out, you're crazy!!" Sophie angrily banged on the door inside.

Jackson, on the other hand, turned his head indifferently and ruthlessly, but their indifference did not last long, and when Jackson was about to leave, his foot slipped inexplicably, and then he threw himself head-on to the ground.

Bang –

The floor was wet and slippery, and there seemed to be some indescribable stains.

Jackson lifted his head in pain, his nose looking crooked, and his two front teeth gone.

However, Jackson didn't care about the pain in his body now, and he subconsciously looked back at his companions.

“·······”

“·······”

The scene became very awkward for a while.

Almost a minute later, one person finally couldn't help but break the awkward atmosphere.

"Ahem, cough~, Jackson, let's take you to the infirmary first."

"Well, Hao... Good. ”

Jackson himself replied with a serious mouth, but his leaky teeth made his words even more hilarious, and he only felt like his whole head was feverish, and his face and ears were covered in flushing.

He kind of wanted to die.

"Then we... Let's go. ”

In this way, the embarrassed Jackson withdrew, and Rockefeller, who had been covering his mouth to prevent himself from laughing, slowly pushed away the clutter blocking the single room, and then he opened the door of the single room, and he was greeted by a pink fist.

"Punch me."

"Hey, my own people..."

Sophie, who was already ready to attack inside, subconsciously punched forward after the door opened, and when she saw that the door was not the enemy she imagined, she subconsciously withdrew, which also caused her to stumble into the other party's arms.

Poof-

A beautiful young woman pressed against a young man, and the two looked at each other.

“··· Hello, my name is Rockefeller. ”

"My name is Sophie."

At this moment, Rockefeller determined that his third condition was also fulfilled.

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(End of chapter)