"The numbers have changed, and Zhuo Jun belongs to the side of the majority."

Gao Ming didn't follow the trend and get angry, nor did he hang up about himself, he was watching everyone in the class.

After a night of horror, the students in the class reached a consensus that whether it was a human or a ghost, everyone should work together to find the truth first.

But now the teacher wrote the two numbers directly on the blackboard, reminding everyone all the time that there are ghosts among the students, which makes Qian Junran's morale-boosting words just now funny, because anyone, including himself, can be ghosts.

Now the only one who can determine his identity is Zhuo Jun.

If he says that he is a living person, then the vast majority of the class is a living person, and the ghost will continue to disguise himself as an adult; If he is a ghost, then the situation in the class is very unoptimistic now, and if you don't get it, you have to disguise yourself as a ghost to live.

Everyone has a lot of opinions about Zhuo Jun, but Zhuo Jun belongs to the majority side, and he has the same interests as most of the people in the class.

When the class bell rang, the students who wanted to ask Zhuo Jun could only forcibly resist their impulses and abide by classroom discipline.

"You are the worst class of students I have ever led." The young female teacher slapped the table vigorously: "I know you all heard that you are going to Hanjiang to participate in the event in a week, but I tell you, if you don't perform well enough this week, I will apply to the principal and disqualify you from participating in the event!" ”

"Joining the event in a week?" The students began to discuss with each other, Gao Ming looked at the picture in front of him, a little shocked, all this is the same as the scene in the memory fragment of the fifty-first classmate!

Coincidental? Or is there a deliberate attempt to recreate the original scene?

"Quiet!" The young female teacher walked to the window, opened the curtain, and pointed to the bus in the rainstorm: "The best class passed a week ago, and if you do well, this bus will take you out of school and to Hanjiang in a week." ”

The female teacher said what the classmates couldn't hear clearly, everyone's minds were full of words to leave the school, they were exhausted from the torture last night, and now they finally heard a good news.

"As long as I can leave, let me do anything." The fat man in the same dormitory as Ma Tao is particularly active today, and his personality has changed a little bit, as if he was possessed by Ma Tao, but Ma Tao himself didn't say a word and kept his head down.

"In the coming week, you must strictly follow the class schedule, and you must not be late or leave early." The female teacher pasted a timetable next to the blackboard: "When I start my class tomorrow, I hope that all the students in our class will be able to gather, 51 people, no less than one." If you can't make it, then don't participate in the event! ”

The female teacher assigned the first task in this way, and tomorrow she had to gather thirteen classes of students to attend the class anyway, it didn't matter if it was a person or a ghost, as long as there were fifty-one, it should be fine.

"Now close your textbooks, your first lesson will be easy." The female teacher waved the whip at the blackboard: "By the end of the lesson, you need to tell me what these two numbers mean, and now you can start the discussion as much as you like." ”

There was no other superfluous classroom discipline, the whole class looked at each other, and Qian Junran, who had a loud voice before, didn't dare to speak after the teacher entered the classroom.

He is always passionate in front of his own people and submissive in the face of danger.

"Time is ticking, and if you can't think of an answer, you'll be disqualified from participating in the event." The female teacher urged impatiently.

The class was very quiet, and those ghosts were very similar in disguise, but this was also the strangest thing to Gao Ming, he found that those ghosts seemed to work harder than people: "After the ghosts replace the students of Class 13, they can replace the students themselves and board the bus to escape from the school?" Ghosts can usurp the fate of students in this way, which is why they work so hard to play the role of Class 13 students? ”

Looking up at the ropes hanging from each seat, Takamei felt that it was the chain of fate, and the whole class was trying to break free, but in the end, they would still be hanged by fate in this classroom.

"The numbers add up to the number of students in the class, and these two numbers may represent the number of people and monsters." Liu Yi was the first to speak: "As for whether people are the majority or a minority, we need to summarize clues together." ”

"Yesterday, Ma Tao and a few boys violated the rules of the canteen and were dragged into the back kitchen by the chef, they should not be human anymore." Wang Jie got up and stared at Ma Tao.

"The chef just asked us to help out in the back kitchen!" Ma Tao didn't expect the fire to burn directly on himself, so he hurriedly defended.

"What happens if you break the rules? Do you think this school is a children's playground? Wang Jie glanced at it and paused for a while: "I thought that someone would help you defend yourself, and I thought that you could fish out other ghosts, it seems that you ghosts are also very selfish." ”

Wang Jie seems to have confirmed Ma Tao's identity: "After the lights went out in the bedroom last night, Ma Tao was still wandering in the corridor, wanting to enter our bedroom, saying that he had received an order from Zhuo Jun to deceive the sleeping people for him. ”

Turning around slowly, Wang Jie looked at Zhuo Jun: "Did you ask Ma Tao to help last night?" ”

Shaking his head, Zhuo Jun looked at the students in the class silently, his eyes were indifferent.

"Zhuo Jun is lying! Don't forget that he tricked us in! Maybe he's a ghost! Ma Tao's voice became a little sharp.

"If Zhuo Jun is a ghost, that is to say, ghosts account for the vast majority, then ghosts can completely control the field, and there is no need to discuss everything." Wang Jie is very sure: "Although I also hate Zhuo Jun very much, there is a high probability that he is a human being. In addition, I have another evidence, our dormitory did not open the door for Ma Tao last night, and later Ma Tao entered the bedroom where the fat man was. After he entered the dormitory, screams and wails continued to be heard in the dormitory, so I suspect that not only him, but all the other people in his dormitory have also become ghosts! ”

Taking out a page of manuscript paper from his pocket, Wang Jie showed it to his classmates: "I have been observing their dormitories since I had dinner in the morning, and I have recorded the abnormal behavior of each of them. ”

"There are only six people in their dormitory, plus a few people who were left in the cafeteria, if they are all ghosts, will there be too many ghosts?" Qian Junran didn't experience anything too terrifying last night, and he didn't notice that Ma Tao had changed much from before.

"Don't think about it so complicated, you just need to determine whether Zhuo Jun is a human or a ghost." The squad leader, Yuan Hui, stood up from his seat, ignored the teacher, walked directly to Zhuo Jun, and grabbed Zhuo Jun's collar with one hand: "Where did you hide my family?" ”

"I wasn't the one who messaged you, I didn't kidnap your family."

"You're lying!" Yuan Hui took out a fruit knife from his sleeve and stabbed it directly at Zhuo Jun's neck!

He moved quickly, but what people didn't expect was that Zhuo Jun stopped him with only one hand and slammed him down on the table.

The physical fitness and fighting skills of the two are not at the same level at all, and Yuan Hui does not have the slightest ability to resist in front of Zhuo Jun.

"I repeat, it's not me who messaged you." Zhuo Jun looked down at the other students in the class: "I didn't bring you here, it's this school that is calling you, because everyone in Class 13, including me, should actually be dead, but I don't know why, we are still alive." ”

The female teacher looked at everything expressionlessly, and had no intention of stopping, and at this time there were footsteps in the corridor again, and the classroom door was pushed open, and Saeki, covered in blood, appeared at the door with a school bag.

(End of chapter)