Kelly turned to look at Iona, one of the few people in the classroom who remained human, but her face had now turned to melted wax, and what should have been her eyes had become a huge hollow.

And the other handsome schoolgirl behind Iona has turned into a large mass of flesh, the bottom of the dry arm ball of flesh sticks out, the top of the swollen and deformed thighs is where the head should be, and the flat head with melted facial features is directly in front of the meat puree.

Kelly didn't panic.

This is not the first time, the reality of the world behind the scenes will impact her brain, and it is not reality that has been tampered with, but her cognition.

Normal things become terrifying mutated monsters in her eyes, life and non-life begin to confuse, and the correct rules of physics are reversed in her eyes, top is down, bottom is up, good is bad, bad is good.

She tapped the table twice with her fingernails.

Light shines back into the room.

It wasn't even the worst cognitive breakdown, it was another reason why she studied psychology.

Earlier, she had a fully developed brain, but before she was so mature, she experienced a cognitive breakdown.

The world is shattered, no one is left alive, and life is withered.

There was not a single living person in the whole world, only countless corpses lying on the ground, and she fled in a panic, shuttling through the city, constantly dodging in fear.

It wasn't until she saw behind the scenes again that she suddenly realized that all the corpses were alive, and that it was her brain and cognitive abilities that went wrong.

Before all hope was exhausted, she found a book, a book about psychology.

The knowledge in the book is deeper than the ocean and wider than the sky.

She understood that right is right, wrong is wrong, life is life, and death is death.

She struggled to crawl back into the real world from the collapsed dead universe, desperately trying her best, almost madness, into despair.

But she succeeded, she cried and ran home barefoot with a huge broken slate, she had been missing for more than half a month, and her parents were in ecstasy and excitement when they saw her, and asked her worriedly what had happened?

She couldn't give an answer.

This is one of the reasons why she chose to come to school in a different place, away from her past.

Ever since that day, she had been hungry for knowledge, and she couldn't learn anything from the psychology books that had been reduced to slate, but she was able to study real science in college.

Self-hypnosis, cognitive reconstruction, imagery interpretation, in some remote branches of psychology, she is already a true master.

The way to come back to reality from the crash is actually quite simple, and that is to overwrite the shattered madness with a cognitive backup that has long been stored in the brain.

It's not a difficult thing to do, and anyone with professional training can do it.

Kelly's expression returned to normal, and no one noticed the anomaly except Iona, who tacitly didn't ask her any questions.

Kelly looked back at Herwin on the podium.

Hervin shrugged:

"Why haven't you heard of the little god I use as a teaching material? ”

Veronica expressed her doubts with a blank face:

"But Mr. Hervendelenge, I am also a folklorist, and I am pretty sure that there has never been a doomsday deity in modern research. ”

All the students looked at Herwin with interest, wondering how he would answer.

Herwin was a little helpless, how could she have heard of this tribe, which he had encountered three hundred years ago, and after he left there, this tribe that worshiped evil no longer existed.

Although everyone thought that Veronica was asking Herwin if he was suspected of fabricating the facts.

But Veronica was just curious about the answer to that question.

Because she does not mention this in all of Hervendelenga's books on folklore, not even in the cult of the cult of the evil god, nor does she mention it in the study of the cult of the end times.

She was an avid reader of the folklorist Hervendelenge.

Herwin sighed:

"Indeed, you will never hear about this evil god under any circumstances, for that tribe has disappeared from this world, and it was I who threw the last of the information about them into the fire with my own hands, and only a few who I swore to keep it a secret, only my mind still has stories about them. ”

Hewen said in a deep tone:

"It's something that shouldn't be in the sun, and it's not a story that young people should hear. ”

A tall young man, one of Veronica's admirers, stood up.

Admirers, not suitors, Veronica has no suitors, how can mortals have the luxury of touching the stars in the night sky?

"A well-thought-out story, Mr. Herwin, is perfect, because according to you, no one can verify the truth of your words, and as a well-known scholar, do you use fabricated stories to prove your theories?"

Sjem thought she understood what the goddess meant, and she wanted to give the new professor a little bit of disgrace.

Although he knew that his words were completely untenable, Sjem stood up for the first time and supported the goddess's idea with his own words.

Veronica is looking at me!, Sjem almost laughed out loud with excitement.

Veronica frowned slightly, and the moment they saw her, they angrily asked what had caused this beautiful woman to show such an expression, and the pain and sorrow captured everyone's hearts.

Sjem instantly felt a surging rage, although he didn't know why the goddess was sad, but it must be the folklore professor's mistake, and he wanted to teach him a good lesson.

Veronica frowned and looked at Sjem.

Who is this guy?

It seems to be a very annoying fellow, who appears around her from time to time, and now he even questions Professor Hevendelenger, how can the master of folklore who wrote "The End is Coming" deceive these ignorant children?

I really don't know what to do.

Sjem continued:

"If you're telling the truth, please show me some evidence, and I'll promise that the people in this room won't pass on the secret. ”

Hervin says:

"I'm not going to say anything about the evidence of that tribe, it's a great shadow that your soul can't bear. ”

Sjam patted his chest:

"Then you can tell me that I have great courage, and if what you say is true, I will prove it for you. ”

If this is a fake, he will declare it a hoax to the outside world, so that Hewen's reputation will be damaged and his goddess will be able to look at him more.

Veronica was now worried, should she stand up and speak for Mr. Hervendelenger?

But if the people of the family found out, they would definitely blame her fiercely.

No, Professor Hevendelenger's reputation cannot be tarnished, and I stand in solidarity with him.

Just as she had made up her mind, the other person had already stood up.

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