Whispers from the classrooms echoed in the corridors on the first floor.

All the voices mixed together did not give people a noisy feeling, on the contrary, they were unusually neat, so that Qin Yu outside the corridor could clearly hear everyone's voice.

"I'm guilty......"

"I'm guilty."

"I'm guilty!"

The three words that kept repeating could make her hear the different emotions mixed in each voice.

There's chagrin, there's remorse, and there's a different kind of fear.

Intrigued, she crept into the classroom door and peered through the narrow doors and windows.

The students in the classroom were still buried in their heads, and the voices were coming out of their mouths.

Strangely, after looking at it for a moment, she found that, in addition to the confessions that could not be ignored, every once in a while, almost all of them had tears on their faces.

Qin Yu was already accustomed to their uniform movements like machinery, so after watching it for a while, she lost interest when she saw that there was nothing abnormal.

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly found that the placket of everyone's clothes was stained with blood.

The mottled beads of blood blurred one by one on the clothes, and then coagulated into a large patch at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a few moments, their clothes would be completely wet with blood.

Where did the blood come from?

Qin Yu couldn't help but stop and looked intently into the classroom.

There was no expected blood on the ceiling, and there was nothing unusual elsewhere.

Finally, she looked at them carefully, and only then did she react in hindsight:

It was the beads of blood that slipped down their faces.

They weren't crying at all......

However, because of the angle, she couldn't see the faces of the students at all, so she didn't know what kind of pain they were suffering.

Is this the so-called Hour of Judgment?

However, they are not students in Class 8 of the seventh year, so why should they be judged?

One question after another followed, and she retracted her gaze and ran quickly towards Class 8 of the seventh year.

*

The other classrooms were repeating the scene they had just seen, but the blood stains on the school uniforms were getting bigger and bigger, and some students were shaking their bodies and losing their physical strength even when they were being manipulated.

If they can't find out the cause as soon as possible, they may be more than lucky.

When she entered the eighth class of the seventh year, everyone in the classroom looked at her in unison.

The teacher with her face spent on her face made it impossible to see her expression at this time, but the students' minds were very easy to understand, and almost all of their thoughts were expressed on their faces.

It's fear, fear from the heart.

As if they had anticipated what would happen next, they waited in great fear for the hour of judgment.

Because of the inversion of the timeline, Ruan Shiyao appeared in Qin Yu's field of vision again, which did not surprise her too much.

But perhaps Ruan Shiyao's death left a big impact on her, so when she saw that familiar face again, the death in her mind would unconsciously cover her current appearance.

While she was looking at Ruan Shiyao, the other party was also looking at her fixedly.

The moment the eyes of the two collided, Ruan Shiyao's face suddenly became bloodless, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.

"You...... Why are you back? Ruan Shiyao asked with a pale face.

Her voice was particularly harsh in the silence of the classroom.

Again?

Obviously, time has been reset, and Ruan Shiyao has also come back again.

She shouldn't have any memories of the past.

But the horror in her words and expression revealed the facts she still remembered.

"Yuan An, go back to your seat." The head teacher, who had not spoken for a long time, interrupted at the right time, "Class is about to start." ”

Hearing this, Qin Yu sat next to Ruan Shiyao.

When she sat down, the bell rang for class.

"The theme of this class is just judgment." The teacher picked up the chalk and wrote the word confession on the blackboard, and continued, "Have you ever done something wrong that you can't regret? I think growing up, everyone inevitably makes some mistakes. ”

"Those mistakes have tormented you for countless days and nights. Initially, you will rebel and glorify the wrong deeds until you feel better. ”

Gradually, you find that this way is just trying to make up for it, and the mistakes you have made will not go away because you avoid them, they will only grow. Until one day, when you are forced to revisit it, you realize that it has evolved into a terrifying monster. ”

"That's when you realize that avoiding and glorifying can't sever the connection between you at all, and those excuses can even become nourishment for its constant distortion."

"So, you start to be afraid, and you start to re-examine the secrets buried in your heart."

"You're wondering, how do I defeat it once and for all?"

"Boys, I know that some of you are already stuck in what I call a quagmire, and some of you are still in the very beginning, and you think you are in the safest state."

"But it won't disappear into thin air until you really intend to look at it, and it won't be shifted by your will."

"Today is a great opportunity for everyone to speak up and tell the secrets that have been buried deep in your heart for years, the mistakes you have made."

"Children, this will be your last chance at forgiveness."

"Don't let the monster continue to grow, and don't betray your last conscience."

As soon as the words fell.

The expressions of the people changed dramatically to varying degrees, as if the teacher's words hit the center of each of their eyebrows.

"Hah...... Alarmist, what a monster, we are not children anymore, does the teacher think that such a 'fairy tale' can still scare us? "Some students pretended to be calm and disguised their panic with disdain.

His voice was not loud, but the teacher on the stage could accurately lock him in the crowd.

Although the teacher's face was completely spent, the majesty around her was enough to make the student shut up.

Qin Yu suddenly felt that it was a pity that she couldn't see the teacher's expression, if she could see her expression at the moment, the effect of shock would be more intuitive, right?

Now she can only infer what the other party looks like at this moment through imagination and the other party's body language.

It's supposed to be pity and sympathy, right?

"Is it really possible to be forgiven?" A girl said with trepidation.

"Teacher, what should we do?" One student raised his hand and asked.

"Telling the secrets that are buried in your heart and cannot be made public is the only way to clear your guilt." The teacher said.

"Leave the rest to justice to judge."