She paused deliberately, and then showed an exaggerated smile: "Among the teachers present, except for Teacher Qi, they all need to participate in the funeral that sacrifices us.

"How, how! What's going on?! The headmaster froze, "Isn't it the person with the most votes who was sacrificed!?" ”

"My original words were, 'The decision on the choice of the martyred teacher is in the hands of the teachers,' and I didn't say that the one who was chosen was the one to be sacrificed, but don't you understand, headmaster?"

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The Headmaster's eyes widened in disbelief, his expression filled with uncontrollable fear, and his lips moved several times before he struggled to utter, "How... How so..."

Possessed by the resentful spirit, the black chief smiled with satisfaction: "Headmaster, didn't you teach the students that things tend to go in unexpected directions, didn't you?" ”

The headmaster choked instantly, and he froze in place like a comical sculpture.

The wraith shrugged, seemingly satisfied with the principal's expression at this moment: "Of course, the outcome of things is often regrettable, this is the normal state of campus life, thank you for teaching us this." ”

"I, I..." The principal shuddered suddenly, and then a cold sweat flowed down like a waterfall, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly turned to the direction of Qi Yan and Teacher Ye eagerly and panickedly, "Two trainee teachers, don't just know how to stand, hurry up and think of a way to deal with these restless students!" ”

Although he made a gesture of giving orders, at the moment it was just the struggle of a dead horse to be a live horse doctor.

Qi Yan shrugged, still in that polite tone: "Headmaster, I'm very sorry, you don't see what I can do..."

"Why don't you deduct my salary today, and I apply for leave and don't participate in today's teaching work, isn't it fairer?" Qi Yan said very seriously.

The principal was stunned, and his face turned pale with fear: "You, you..."

He turned to Teacher Ye like a plea for help, "Teacher Ye, are you also..."

Mr. Ye pulled a kitchen napkin, carefully wiped the water stains on his face, and began to carefully sort out his clothes with vomit remaining, and then walked towards the back kitchen with a relaxed little tune in his mouth and natural movements.

On the knife rack in the back kitchen, there is a row of kitchen knives that have been bladed.

The student who committed suicide yesterday was killed by these knives.

Mr. Ye used a kind of gaze like appreciating the exhibits of the art museum, and admired the ordinary and even oil-stained kitchen knives on the knife holder.

He suddenly raised his hand and swiped his fingertips over the hilt of his knife one by one, as if carefully selecting the gift he liked.

Everyone looked at him suspiciously, and no one knew what this unusually behaved Teacher Ye wanted to do at the moment.

Is he going to pick up a kitchen knife and slash at the students possessed by the spirits to make a last-ditch effortless resistance?

But as a player, he should know better than anyone the consequences of disobeying the rules of the dungeon: once he does something that directly harms a student, he will be directly sentenced to death.

Just when everyone couldn't guess the motive behind his strange behavior, Mr. Ye's fingers finally stopped.

He pulled out a relatively clean kitchen knife along his fingertips, and looked at his own reflection on the blade with a sickly obsessive look—

"I'm sorry, Headmaster, I had to go first." He looked up from the reflection of the kitchen knife and looked at the group with a smile again.

"What do you mean, you ......"

Before the principal finished speaking, Teacher Ye suddenly raised his left hand and pressed his head, still with that creepy smile on his face: "As a trainee teacher, I hope to be a role model for students. ”

In the next second, he suddenly raised his kitchen knife and slashed at his bare right neck, and the blood gushing out of the major artery immediately splashed around-

"We'll see you later, my dear students."

"Zizizi-" The sound of blood spurting echoed through the silent cafeteria.

"And you, Teacher Qi."

After saying this, Mr. Ye, who had lost too much blood, fell behind the window, his trademark smile stiffened and will be permanently frozen on his face.

After Teacher Ye fell, there was still a dead silence in the cafeteria.

The damp and fresh smell of blood spread rapidly, like vines growing wildly after the rain in early summer, and the pervasive smell of blood invaded the sense of smell of everyone present.

Blood was also splashed on the faces and clothes of everyone present.

The first to make a voice was the headmaster, who took two steps back with a terrifying face, and finally slid to the ground in despair with his hands on the wall: "Ye, Teacher Ye is crazy, crazy. ”

His lips trembled, and he wasn't far from madness at this moment.

"Headmaster, please remember the helplessness and despair you feel at this moment," the wraith chuckled as it approached, "after all, this is the life that each of us endures every day. ”

Qi Yan wiped the blood stains off the lenses of his glasses, his brows twisted slightly, and Teacher Ye's active death did not make him feel relieved.

Because he clearly remembered that Mr. Ye had made it clear before that he did not appreciate his death.

- Would such a person choose to commit suicide at this juncture? Qi Ji thinks that this is unlikely.

He looked thoughtfully at Teacher Ye's blood-stained corpse, and had a guess in his heart:

This teacher Ye is the founder of the "suicide organization" in the real world, and once planned a sensational collective suicide case at the time, so is it possible that in addition to the demagogic skills that are good at controlling people's weaknesses, he also has a second skill related to "suicide"?

Qi Zhen had a hunch that this Teacher Ye, who might just be temporarily breathing, was a major hidden danger.

But he didn't have enough time to think about it at the moment—

"It will take us about three minutes to clean up the principal and the dean of teaching, Teacher Qi, these three minutes, you are free," the black chief who was possessed by the resentful spirit looked directly at Qi Yan and said, "But after three minutes, I can't say how we, as students, will deal with you." ”

With that, the wraith walked to the door and easily opened a crack in the door that the headmaster couldn't smash open.

Qi Zhen understood what the other party meant, and the student camp gave him a three-minute time limit to escape.

When we meet again, we are likely to be the opposing camps that really need to draw their swords.

Qi Zhizhi waved his hand: "Goodbye." ”

With that, he almost trotted out of the blood-smelling cafeteria.

The principal and dean tried to escape through the crack in the door, but were quickly caught by the spirit-possessed students: "Teachers, how can you do something about running away? Obviously, you voted for the candidate, so you have to respect your vote! ”

At this point, Qi Yan had already left a short distance, and the cafeteria behind him continued to hear scalp-tinging screams, as well as a high-pitched sound similar to meat being thrown into a blender and crushed.

Qi Yan raised his head and looked at the arc of sunlight that was engulfed in shadows and was only the size of a small fingernail.

He had less than three minutes to find shelter.

Qi Jiu's footsteps did not hesitate for a moment, and quickly walked in the direction of the auditorium.

If there really was a so-called faculty sanctuary in this copy, Qi Yan thought that there was nowhere else but the auditorium.

After all, it was a white church in the dream.

Of course, Qi Zhen didn't go to the Great Hall to get the protection of the headless god, he believed that the weird building must be the trigger coordinates of the core plot of the dungeon.

Just like the inn that became a shrine in "Hot Spring Town" and the infirmary where experiments were conducted in "Rose Fish", the core coordinates of the dungeon are often an important place to trigger the abandoned plot line.

After all, in Qi Jiu's dream, in the confessional room of the church, sat the priest who buttoned his collar tightly.

On the way to the school auditorium, the system continued to send an alarm -

【Warning! The system has detected 5 deaths in the faculty camp, and the strength of the student camp has increased dramatically, so please be careful if you get your faculty ID card and find the camp's shelter as soon as possible.

【Warning! There is only one minute left until the sun is completely engulfed! Please hurry up and have the last time]

【Serious warning! There are still 40s left before the members of the student camp arrive! Please find a shelter as soon as possible.]

……

Qi Yan rushed to the direction of the auditorium as fast as he could, and he didn't forget to chat with the system teacher while running: "Speaking of which, on the day I was killed and entered the "Rules Illustrated", I just finished the 2000-meter test in school. ”

[Please hurry up, don't chat and delay the progress]

Qi Yan panted and smiled: "Teacher System, don't worry." ”

[......] The system was so nervous that the microphone was closed.

Finally, with three seconds left in the end, Qi Yan rushed to the school auditorium.

Unlike in the past, when the doors were closed, the doors of the Great Hall were now open to the outside, and the flames of candles flickered inside.

The moment Qi Yan entered the auditorium, he was suspicious, after the funeral in the morning, the candles burning in the auditorium had been blown out by the staff, what was the situation now?

The auditorium was quiet at the moment, and Qi Yan looked around, but he didn't see half a figure.

Unlike previous funeral layouts, candles were lit around the auditorium like flowers, like swaying and bright waves, surging in a bright vortex of light for those who had strayed into the room.

Under the swaying tide of light, the surrounding harp-string-like columns cast dense and massive shadows in the aisles.

During Qi Zheng's walking, there was an illusion of being surrounded by tall judgment pillars, and an indescribable sense of depression also surged.

The curtain of the stage was half-open, and a spotlight shone empty.

Qi Yan climbed onto the stage following the guidance of the light, and after a brief inspection, he soon found that behind the curtain, the door to the backstage was half open.

It's like someone just passed by here and forgot to close the door tightly.

He hadn't had a chance to look on the stage before, so he hadn't noticed a small door here.

I can't imagine that there is a mystery hidden behind the curtain.

Qi Yan tried to take his steps as lightly as possible, and cautiously approached the half-open door, and the strange smell that followed made him frown unconsciously-

It's an indescribable smell, like the burning smell of some kind of fat, and the musty smell of rotting pieces of meat that have been in the dust for a long time.

Mixed together, it can instantly make people feel sick to their stomachs.

Qi Yan subconsciously pinched his nose.

It was so quiet that he could even hear his own heartbeat.

He cautiously looked behind the door, and saw a faint light flickering behind the half-hidden door, and a damp staircase leading down the stone wall.

The moment he stepped lightly on the stone steps, the expression on his face suddenly changed-

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The stone steps reflected damp light, covered in moss and mildew, and the stone walls were carved into countless holes.

Through the dim light, Qi Ji noticed that the dense wall holes were dedicated to the headless gods.

Qi Zhen still remembers that when he dreamed of the White Church for the first time, he was guided by the little gray cat on the way down the stairs to the priest's confession, and he also saw the statues of the gods on the windows on both sides of the stairs.

But the statue of the god in the dream has a complete head, not an ugly and hideous statue of an evil god in front of you.

The staircase in the dream is upward, and the bright and warm daylight shines on the staircase from the window.