And when We opened Our eyes, Our ears were filled with warnings of confusion.
“Please enter the school building by 7:45, or you will be lunch in the school canteen. I’m sorry.
The horns are deafening, and the contents of them are even cooling my back.
Make lunch for students?
What do you mean?
One.
I can’t help but look at the wall and the clock has been pointed around 7:40.
And I’m wearing a blue and white uniform.
But I’ve been out of society for 78 years.
I turned my eyes out of the window, and there was a big school building on the opposite side, with red paint on the outside, which seemed to be on a temporary basis, at a time when it was not completely dry.
It’s moving and sticky, like blood.
I went downstairs to look at it, and I came very close to the school building, and I was surrounded by people as blind as I am.
I didn’t walk up the stairs until the moment the bell sounded.
It’s 7:45.
I turned around and looked at all those who had not yet stepped into the school building and made a big noise.
It’s all over the place.
A school uniform was ripped thin and floating in the air.
Because it was so close, it splattered my face.
As a machine began collecting the food that fell on the ground, I was awake with a little bit of sleep.
Lunch … It’s not a joke.
Two.
The second round of the radio broadcast immediately started in the corridor of the school building.
It also has an ear-shattering magnetic sound, which seems to have to be scratched.
“All students are free to choose a classroom by 8:00 and sit down and start their classes.
“As soon as school hours enter, those who have not yet entered any classroom will become lunches in the school canteen.
“Twenty seconds before the school bell rings, the teachers will write down the rules of their respective classrooms on the blackboard, and please follow them strictly, otherwise they will also be lunches in the school canteen. I’m sorry.
Listens to these three warnings repeated by countless speakers around me, and I feel a little numb.
Although still in a state of disquiet, I decided to do so in the light of previous bloody threats outside the school building.
I don’t know.
But breaking its orders is a dead end.
3
For more than a minute in the corridor, I did not find any pattern between many classrooms.
It’s all half-covered doors, 30 neat tables and chairs, and a silent teacher.
Despite their different looks and their different clothes, the teachers had the same look on their faces and kept their eyes on the stage cold, without any change as a result of anyone ‘ s entry or exit.
It can be said that the atmosphere in each classroom is strange.
According to the radio, every classroom should have its own rules, so the vast majority of people are watching in the corridors and trying to select the classrooms they consider to be the best.
Having looked at it a few times, and confirming that it was all the same, I gave up the idea of being obscurantist and went straight to a classroom.
Sit quietly on the edge of the last row and wait for the bell to come.
It was not until the one-minute run-off of the reserve bells that a large number of viewers entered the classroom, pouring into the classroom and filling their seats soon.
When the clock on the wall was 30 seconds away, the teacher finally got up and picked up a white chalk without an expression and started writing rules on the wall.
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The teacher is slow.
It’s like a print.
It appears that he was given time until the moment the school bell officially rings, when he finished writing his last drawing and put the chalk back in his pen.
When he turns around, we finally see the whole thing.
Classroom rules: This classroom needs to be seated five minutes in advance. I’m sorry.
When the rules came out, the entire classroom was in a state of panic.
Because most people are stuck in the last minute.
Perhaps in order to make a last struggle in the face of death, a man with a big muscles stands up, smashes his fragile wood table hard, lifts a sharp piece of wood and looks up to everyone.
“Why are you listening to the rules of the teacher? I’m sorry.
He then lifted up the board and ran towards the teacher who had been seated.
There were a lot of girls screaming in the classroom.
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And the teacher at this time, with no face, looked at the scene in silence and turned the books in his hands.
Indeed, at the very last minute near the teacher, the strong man suddenly became rigid and unable to move.
The loudspeakers in the classroom were opened after the “steal.”
“Accomplish a code of conduct for students: students who attempt to attack or harm their teachers will be fed as employees in school canteens. I’m sorry.
The sound of the loudspeaker goes back to the mouth.
“We like to be so strong and restless … food. I’m sorry.
When the sound falls, the man starts to burst.
It’s not just him. All the card points in the classroom are blown up.
I’ve been hearing the sound of “single” as if I had witnessed a tragic red blast.
Blood flew and several of the surviving girls could not help but support the table.
I watched a few machines go into the classroom and start cleaning up the mess.
They’re very precise, and they’re even deliberately placing a strong man’s body on their own.
The teacher on the stage seemed to have not seen the scene and was still trying to calm himself down.
In these 40 minutes, the air in the classroom has been endlessly close to suffocation.
Six.
The bells were finally ringing and the teachers stopped their lectures in a very timely manner.
The classroom door was automatically opened and the wind was blowing into the corridor.
The blood smell is extremely strong.
I was scared and relieved.
According to my observations, it seems that as long as the blackboard rules are complied with, there will be no harm.
There were no problems even if the teacher did not listen to the entire course.
Just as I was relieved to walk out of the classroom, new broadcasts were broadcast in the school building.
“Congratulations on you all being alive.
“There are 300 students in this school, and 800 remain after the end of the first class.
“It is foreseeable that today’s lunch in the cafeteria will be very rich. I’m sorry.
Hear here, my heart poundes.
I don’t know what the rules are for other classrooms, but this mortality rate is a little scary.
Of course, that number should also include those who did not have access to the school building before 7:45.
“There will be a 20-minute break, so please don’t waste it. You can relax in the playground, canteens, gyms, chessrooms, etc., and meet the next class.
“The building has nine floors, except for the canteen and the recreation room, the remaining eight floors are classrooms, so please do not attend two classes on the same floor, or else it will become…”
It seems to be provoking our tension, and he made a mild pause here.
Don’t tell him. We know what he’ll say.
“The school canteen lunch. I’m sorry.
7
After that, I started to go to the second floor.
In the first classroom near the stairs, they enter directly to sit down and wait silently for the sound of the school bell.
I’ve learned a lesson, and I’m not too sure I’m gonna get stuck in time.
While it is known that each classroom has its own rules, it is inevitable that there will be more.
It took so many minutes to wait until the bells were ringing and the classroom was growing.
Of course, after the first round of brutal phase-out, there are now only 10 people in the classroom.
Finally, in 30 seconds, the teacher rises in silence, takes out the chalk and starts writing on the blackboard.
Everyone held their breath and watched the teacher’s handwriting.
Classroom rules: This classroom does not need…
While the teacher was writing the rules, I heard a rushing footsteps and a ripple sound from the heels.
And when the last two words were left, one figure was finally crowded into the classroom.
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It was a girl who entered the door, and the goose eggs were running on their faces, and they were running red.
She went into the classroom in haste and fell, and I handed her a hand, and she held her back and did not fall on the ground.
At that point, the school bell was ringing and the last two words of the teacher were finally finished.
She made it through the last few seconds, and she was relieved and smiled at me.
I can see that even though she’s panicking, she’s still being polite.
But when I turned around, I realized that the last two words the teacher wrote were…
Emoticons.
“The rules of the classroom: this classroom doesn’t need an expression. I’m sorry.
I was going to give the girl a smile and then I got a stiff face.
With a terrible scream, the girl next to me was cut in half.
The red is all over my eyes and my heart is so scared.
But look at the black-and-white blackboard, especially the glamorous expression.
I understand that even if my muscles can’t stop shaking, I can’t “fear.”
Absolutely not.
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“Congratulations on you all being alive.
“At the end of the second class, there were 220 students left.
“To be honest, you can start looking forward to lunch today. I’m sorry.
Forty minutes later.
Until this familiar sound came with the bell ringing, I finally threw a long breath.
After seeing a smile in front of me in two, I was afraid to have any face or even to rip my face off.
It’s been a long course, and my whole face almost twitched.
I cleaned the entire classroom, and there were more than a dozen people sitting in it, and now there are only two or three bodies left and they keep breathing.
To hold back for 40 minutes is a considerable test of human endurance and strength.
In particular, it is difficult to achieve total inactivity when someone explodes into flesh in front of himself.
“The rule remains that there will be a 20-minute break in the classroom, so please don’t waste it. You can relax in the playground, canteens, gyms, chessrooms, etc., and welcome the next class.
“The third lesson will begin at 10:00 on time, so please don’t attend two classes on the same floor. The canteen’s meat bank is running out. I’m sorry.
I was exhausted for 40 minutes and had to go up to the third floor in a coma, looking for a classroom and lying on the table.
10
I didn’t wake up until the bell was ringing.
When I looked up, I didn’t know that there were nearly 20 people in the classroom.
I sat by the window and looked around, and it was true that most of the classrooms were empty and were sitting only one or two people in small groups.
In such an alarming phase-out rate, the classroom contracted almost half of the students on the third floor.
In a state of panic, it is inevitable that most people want to get close to the group and warm themselves.
The time has come for teachers from the podium to get up on time, to produce chalk, to write the rules of the classroom at a fast pace, but still to work, like a precise robot.
Classroom Rules: This classroom is required to conduct a full-time drumming game during the course. At the beginning of the course, the teacher will hand over a knife to the students closest to the podium and will continue to pass in any direction they wish. When the teacher lowers his head, he asks his classmates to keep the message and to keep it from stopping for more than three seconds. When the teacher’s voice is stopped and he looks up, the man holding the knife needs to shave himself in three seconds, or he has to be eliminated. I’m sorry.
And while I’m still reading in silence, the teacher’s recitation has begun with the ringing of the school bell.
Eleven.
The first of the students, who had taken the knife, did not last until three seconds, but immediately threw it on the back table.
It is clear that he is extremely repulsive and afraid of the “shaving” thing.
Because the force was too strong, the knife was even spinning on the table, and it was close to cutting through the back of the second row.
Everyone can’t help but look at this.
That’s the first thing in the class.
It’s a good thing that the second student got a lot of balls, grabbed the handle in the spin and finally handed it out three seconds ago.
The third student, who was apparently very calm, turned and looked at the people, calmly raised his finger until two figures were counted before handing the knife to the fourth.
This is no doubt a gesture to everyone.
The course lasted 40 minutes, and everyone remained calm and spent as much time as possible in order to maximize their safety.
Counting three seconds, fearing error, is the surest way.
A few of the people who followed followed him learned his methods and tried to count at least two and handed out the knife.
Classrooms that were in a state of panic have become quite orderly.
And I, on the sixth stick.
I was prepared to learn his face for two seconds, but something I didn’t expect to happen.
As soon as I had taken the knife, the teacher on the podium, who had a glistening mouth, raised his head.
His pupils are dark and dark, staring in my direction.
The noise stops.
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I stopped.
Even after three readings of the rules, I stopped at this moment.
I didn’t think it was me who was the first to face a teacher’s head.
I can’t help but feel my hands squeezing when I’m in a panic.
Go back to your senses, you’re nervous, you want to find the handle.
Three seconds has passed, and my heart has mentioned the voice.
But when I was about to despair, a gleam of silver was drawn from my sight.
I was sitting next to a middle-aged man wearing thick glasses who grabbed me and took a knife and crossed my arm.
It’s much sharper than I thought, bringing out a lot of blood, and it’s quite obvious, and it almost makes me scream.
But I held my tone hard and expressed my gratitude to men.
The teacher saw him and kept his face as cold as ever and continued to read the speech.
“What are you waiting for? I’m sorry.
I’m in a hurry to hand over the knife, and I’m in trouble.
This time, there’s only one line between death and death.
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When the knife was passed, the man knocked on the table with his index finger, and told me with a low voice: “It seems I’m right, I don’t have to scratch the knife myself, as long as the man who was punished bleeds. I’m sorry.
“Thank you for your help, my name is Lin Chang-an.” I’m sorry.
My name is Iyama. “Can you tell me which floors you went to in the first two classes?” I’m sorry.
“One and two floors. * I said, “What about you?”
“I went all the way to the fourth floor, then to the second floor, and finally to the third floor. He took a deep breath and looked at the text on the board, “I have an idea, I want someone to experiment with, and I don’t know if you’re interested. I’m sorry.
In the face of such a calm man who saved my life, I think it is difficult for me to reject his proposal: “Please, speak.” I’m sorry.
“There is a rule that forbids two classes on the same floor, remember? He whispered, “As a matter of my reasoning, it is likely that the rules of each classroom have remained unchanged. In order to avoid the fact that we have been using the same set of rules, we are required to replace the floor. I’m sorry.
I’m murmuring for a moment: “It makes sense. I’m sorry.
“So,” he smiled, and said, “How about we exchange information and tell each other what the rules of the classroom on the fourth and first floors are, and the risk at one level is carefully deducted?”
“No problem. I’m sorry.
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“The first floor is the closest to the stairs, and the rule is that all must be seated five minutes in advance and the violator must be eliminated. I’m sorry.
“Oh? There are still such rules. After listening, he wrinkled his head, and said, “As simple as it is, most people, as far as I know, are in a state of hesitation in the first class. I’m sorry.
“Yes,” I noded, and said, “First class, we have a pretty high rate of phase-out in that classroom, near 30 people, and in the end only six or seven people came out alive. I’m sorry.
“Thank you for your intel. Such a classroom would be inexcusable if you hadn’t told me. He pushed the glasses, and said, “My first class is in the back of the stairs on the four floors, the third classroom on the left hand, the rule is to keep an eye on the teacher and not look anywhere else. I’m sorry.
Then he asked, with some concern, “This is a test of a person’s attention. After all, you have 40 minutes in a class. I’m sorry.
Looks like he’s still thinking about me.
I took a deep breath: “Don’t worry, my second lesson, which is also to remain in a state of 40 minutes, I think I can make it.” I’m sorry.
“That’s good. I hope four lessons pass and we’ll meet again. I’m sorry.
“If only. I’m sorry.
This course, which seems dangerous, has barely been over in terms of calm and mutual redress.
Twelve people were able to walk out of the classroom.
While everyone had more or less knife wounds on them, they had finally seen sunlight outside the corridor.
And We set on the stairs to the fourth floor, as We were relieved of the burden and divided between Iyama.
15
Step out of the stairwell, walk into the third classroom on the left, and I sit in the corner.
When I woke up, I was lying at the window, staring at the dark clouds that were far away, trying to ease my eyesight.
After all, the next challenge is to keep an eye on the teacher for 40 minutes.
Subsequently, four or five people entered the classroom.
The results of the last class were also relentlessly announced on the radio.
“At the end of the third class, there were 130 students left. I’m sorry.
Compared to the two previous rounds, which were well above half the mortality rate, the third round showed less dramatic figures.
After a quiet wait, the teacher finally got up and wrote the rules on the board.
But when he kept dropping his chalk, I couldn’t help it.
What he wrote has nothing to do with what Iyama said.
It’s not like it’s “a close look at the teacher and no looking anywhere else.”
I believe that if Ishan wanted me dead, it would have been if he had not saved me, and it was unlikely that he would have harmed me with such deception.
So, our guess, wrong.
Even in the same classroom, the rules of each class vary.
And the rules of this class are similar to those of the classes, which are also a game.
“The blind touch. I’m sorry.
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Classroom Rules: During the course of the course, the classroom is required to conduct a full-time blind picturing game. At the beginning of the class, the teacher will be blindfolded and the students will have five minutes to hide in the classroom. Five minutes later, blindfolded teachers will search the classroom and those touched will be eliminated. Please note that the scope of the game is confined to the classroom, and anyone who steps out of the classroom will be eliminated. I’m sorry.
When the school bell rings, the teacher pulls out a black handkerchief from his pocket and wraps it into his eyes.
I swept the two suns in front of the back door and found it to be the only one without automatically closing the classroom door.
The doors were like two stubbles of blood, hitting on students who were about to lose their way.
It can be envisaged that if someone tries to escape the teacher’s “touching” and cross the door, it will turn straight into a spatter of flesh.
I watched for a long time, and I didn’t see anything to hide in this room, so I borrowed two tables and went over to the top of the vertical air conditioner.
I’m lucky I’m not heavy enough to stay on top.
It’s very high, and it’s the hardest to find.
And once approached, it can leap down and try to pull as much distance as possible in order to escape again.
It’s a good hideout.
With the end of the five-minute countdown, a quiet teacher on stage suddenly gave out a strange smile and extended his hands.
I held my breath.
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When the game began, I was staring in the direction of the podium.
Right under the teacher’s feet, under the podium, a young man with white skin.
He had no idea whether he was too daring or wanted to prove that “the most dangerous place is the safest place” and was hiding directly from his teacher.
If you’re blindfolded in the usual game thinking, you’re afraid you’ll try to move forward, rather than look at the space below your feet.
It’s been a long time.
It’s a good strategy.
Unfortunately, the blindfolded teacher is clearly not a “normal person”.
The first place he looked at was his own.
Everyone held their breath and watched the teacher’s hands keep coming near the teenager.
Until the moment that was approaching, the teenagers finally became impatient and rushed out of their way to flee.
The teacher stopped him in advance.
Under the circumstances, he hid a few metres from the company and withdrew to the door.
In a hurry, he accidentally pulled his left hand outside the door.
With the sound of a sharp alarm, he blew up directly and became a blurry flesh.
One of the curly-haired women who was closest to him saw the scene, screaming with horror, “Fuck me,” although it was a very small voice, but it was caught very well by the teacher.
The teacher was able to travel between the desks at an extremely fast pace, with a very healthy hand, blindfolded, and a woman hiding under the table.
The blood splattered, the teacher laughed so badly, his mouth was almost full.
“There you are. I’m sorry.
18
Drinker’s back, under the chair.
Less than 10 minutes later, the students who went into hiding were found.
Even the little fats in the trash cans are not spared.
The game has just started, one third of the progress has not yet passed, and most of it has been phased out.
There’s only me on the air conditioner and a ponytail girl on the window.
The teacher successfully completed the “ground search” and scrutinised the surrounding walls and windows.
It is hard for me to believe that the two of us can successfully complete the full 40-minute test with his robust hands and his perceptiveness and with such a carpet-free search.
This is a dead end!
As the teacher draws closer to the ponytail girl, my heart is anxious.
When she dies, it’s my turn soon.
Unless I can climb up to the ceiling like Spider-Man, there’s no room left in the classroom.
I couldn’t help staring at the rules on the blackboard, and I couldn’t stop thinking in my heart, trying to think as calmly as Iyama.
Suddenly, one sentence caught my attention.
There’s a guess in Riton’s head.
I suddenly found that the game was not as incomprehensible as it was.
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Looking at a girl with a tight pony tail, she bites her teeth, wrinkles her eyebrows and almost starts shaking her legs.
And We hastened to put our index finger on the lips, and made her not to make noise.
At the same time, I gently took off my uniform jacket and slowly rubbed it in.
As the teacher was about to touch the young girl, I threw myself into a ball of school uniforms and rolled to the ground, all the way to the back door.
The teacher’s hearing was quite sharp, and when he heard the sound of it, he flew in between the table and the chair and jumped into the uniform.
The school uniform caught it as it was about to roll out.
After he sensed that it was just a dress, he ripped it up in anger.
But blindfolded, he didn’t notice that his toes had already found the door frame.
As the alarm sounded, the teacher bled.
The classroom was completely quiet.
Twenty minutes to the end.
Game…
It ended early.
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“Are you sure the teacher won’t show up again? “The young lady watched me jump off the air conditioner, sat down at random and turned down the window and sat next to me.
“He blew up like that. What’s wrong with you?” I was breathing and I turned and I asked.
“Thank you for saving my life at this critical moment, how did you come up with this? I’m sorry.
“Look, the rules say that anyone who walks out of the classroom is out of it, but not teachers. I mean the rule on the blackboard, “There’s not enough time for him to go on, and we’re gonna die. Let’s bet on it and get him out of the game. I’m sorry.
And the young girl became aware, and watched the blackboard murmur and whispered, and it took a long time for her to breathe out of her mouth, and she sprained her hand: “Thank you, my name is Kang Ziyu.” I’m sorry.
I reached out to her right hand and gently put it to her fingertips: “Lin Chang-an.” I’m sorry.
How similar this is when Iyama saved me.
It must be said that, in such a difficult trial, it is really essential to remain calm.
I can’t help but think of it here, looking out the window, and the fog is blocking all the sights, and I don’t know what’s happening on the first floor.
The rules were not fixed, and he was afraid to face a dangerous crisis.
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“Congratulations on you all being alive. I’m sorry.
“After the end of the fourth class, the school has 60 students left. I’m sorry.
“It’s been so long for lunch, finally. I’m sorry.
The bell rings and there’s a familiar tone on the radio.
The number of survivors dropped from 220 to 60, which seems to be not just here, but the fourth class in every classroom is quite dangerous.
“Please go to the cafeteria area on the fifth floor of the school building before 12 noon and close the cafeteria door until 13:45 p.m.
“Absolute action will be taken in areas outside the canteen during lunch, and those who do not enter the canteen will be served as dinners for school employees. I’m sorry.
“The cafeteria is open and ready to go upstairs.” I’m going to wait for someone. Want to come along? I’m sorry.
She was born in a frightful place.
We walk side by side, walk to the stairwell and look at the vortex between the stairwells.
Ten minutes of waiting and finally seeing the familiar mirror reflection.
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12 noon, fifth floor cafeteria.
With the deadline, the gate was officially closed.
It’s a large area, with a large number of seats, and thousands of tables and chairs are covered in sackcloth.
Unfortunately, there are only 60 people who can really survive.
The three of us went to a corner and watched in silence as they were travelling to the cafeteria.
They kept bringing bowls over the table, even if they were far from full, and stuffed every table.
And I asked Yeyama in the middle of their meal: “We were wrong, the rules changed, what happened to you?” I’m sorry.
“My side is playing poker. “There are only three people in the classroom, and the rule is to play a poker, 10 rounds, the highest score, and the rest of them explode directly. I’m sorry.
Then he shrugged his shoulder: “As you can see, my hand is good.” It’s just that there’s too much blood on the face and it takes some time to clean. I’m sorry.
I shook my head: “It sounds as if our side is more dangerous.” I’m sorry.
After I told you about the rules of the classroom and the subsequent developments, I couldn’t help but stop even Iyama: “How did you survive, and even bring out a girl?” I’m sorry.
“Live out of the rules,” I said, “I guess what the rules say is that anyone who goes out of line is out, including the teacher, so I managed to get him out of the classroom, and it worked. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but look at me when Ishan hears this: “I’ve been sweating for you since the rules changed. I can’t believe you’ve become so perceptive. It’s really not easy to find out, but once it’s done, it’s going to kill the game. I’m sorry.
While I was trying to respond to him, the loudspeaker suddenly sounded and went into our ears.
“Everybody, it’s time for dinner. I’m sorry.
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“The school is a very human place, and in order to meet the different eating habits, we have made three different dishes. I’m sorry.
“Of course, the choice came from your classmates, and we should all have seen it.
“The first is a traditional Chinese meal, located in the eastern section of the canteen, where raisins are fried with raisins, which do not add anything other than sauce to ensure the purity of cuisine.
“The second is a special Western meal, located in the western section of the canteen, with a variety of well-cooked steaks, groaning, scented noses, knives and forks ready to start at any time.
“The third is industrialization, located in the middle of the canteen, in a fusion, evaporated, well-shaped, real, lunch meat.
“At the end of the morning course, I’m sure the classmates are starving. Please help yourselves. I’m sorry.
When the horn came to an end, I looked in front of me at what was called the “swissed silk” in the East Side, and a feeling of vomiting was hovering between the throat and the stomach.
Eyama was the coolest of us, and he first looked at the frowned ginger, “Do you eat?” I’m sorry.
Kang Ziyu just started shaking his head: “I would rather be hungry than eating.” I’m sorry.
Then he looked at me again.
You’re kidding. How can you eat this? I’m in a hurry.
Iyama left his mouth open: “Well, neither do I. I’m sorry.
After that, he got up and left Sector East, headed to Central, and came back with three packs of lunch meat, one for each of us.
I looked at him, “Didn’t I say I didn’t want to eat?” I’m sorry.
“Of course not. He stuffed the lunch meat in a bag, “but now it’s too much to bear, doesn’t mean it’s too much. There are four more classes in the afternoon. Can you guarantee that your strength will continue? Take it, though it may not be useful, but it also leaves itself alive, and it is better to be sick than dead. I’m sorry.
After that, Kang Ziyu and I had to convince ourselves to put lunch meat in our pockets.
And Iyama looked at the centre, and there were shadows: “And if it was really for lunch, the mix of Chinese and Western meals was enough, why set up a portable meal? I’m sorry.
“I’m afraid this lunch meat is not as simple as we thought. I’m sorry.
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At 1345, the canteen door was finally opened.
For an hour and a half, the spirit of all three of us was refreshed and stepped straight on the stairs to the fifth floor.
What would follow-up rules be like all along.
Following the random selection of a classroom, two classmates from the fifth floor were followed.
At that point, the teacher finally got up in our eyes, took the chalk in peace and started writing the rules.
Classroom Rules: There is a pen in this classroom, disguised as an object. Please find this pen for the duration of this class, or all students will be eliminated. Each student has only 15 chances of touching objects, and with 15 times the pen remains undetected, they are eliminated. I’m sorry.
When the rules were written, the teacher turned back to his seat and began reading the textbooks in silence.
It also means…
Mission, official start.
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“Find a pen disguised as an object…” I can’t see the requirements on the blackboard.
There is so much in the classroom that it is difficult to explore everything, even if each has 15 opportunities.
The teachers read the texts in cold blood on stage, which is more time-sensitive.
Five minutes of deadlock, no one dares to do anything.
In the end, Iyama came up with an idea: “Let me make a proposal. I’m sorry.
The eyes of all people converged on him.
“There’s a lot of stuff in the classroom, and it’s likely that the pen will be anything. He touched his chin, “But overall, we can divide them into two categories. I’m sorry.
“That’s a lot of things and special things,” he pointed to a table and chair, “that’s a lot of things, and other things are special things. I’m sorry.
Ginger’s head is crooked, and it seems very confusing: “What is the point of distinguishing between them?” I’m sorry.
Iyama looked at her: “Of course it makes sense. This pen exists so we can’t find it, and its greatest feature is to hide. And for these perfectly consistent tables and chairs, their presence in bulk is itself a kind of `hidden’. I’m sorry.
And when I heard this, I realized, “That is, if we don’t rule out interference with these tables and chairs, it’s hard to think about something else. I’m sorry.
“Yes. “Why don’t we all stick together and digest these tables and chairs together, and the situation in the classroom will be much clearer.” There are 30 sets of tables and chairs, which, with 60 opportunities, can be completely eliminated and distributed to everyone, 12 times. I’m sorry.
“I agree. I’m sorry.
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We have some regrets after careful examination of all the tables and chairs.
The pen, not hidden in them.
But that would also make it possible for us to move away from speculation about the tables and chairs and to put ourselves on something special and independent.
There are now three opportunities left for one person.
“Well, since homogenization has been ruled out, so as to hide in these separate objects…” or the first constructive idea by Iyama was that “the pen should have an important character, which is that it is very easy to ignore. I’m sorry.
I’m talking about it, and I’m looking at it.
Finally got my guess.
Top of the head is an easy place to ignore.
After looking for a table mat, I touched two electric fans on the ceiling.
Unfortunately, it’s not the legendary pen.
I’m down with my last chance.
Once I feel anything other than a pen, I’ll explode right there.
I’m looking at Ishan and Kang Zyu, and I’m afraid I can only put it on them.
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The other two students in the classroom were anxious to exercise their imagination without waiting for them to do so.
One of them identified the chalk used to write the rules and the blackboard that wrote the rules.
This rule-related thing can easily be ignored.
Unfortunately he was wrong.
The other found two very small pieces of garbage on the ground, which, in volume terms, is very easy to ignore.
He was also mistaken.
Ginger spent half a day thinking about putting his hands on the key items of the previous class — windows and air conditioning.
Unfortunately, it was also a mistake.
And the mountain, to which we have high hopes, has, after a long period of reflection, locked its eyes at the table and the clock above the blackboard.
There’s only one last chance for all of us, but the pen is still missing.
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The five of us took a deep breath from each other.
There are only 10 minutes left.
Everyone has only one last chance left.
If you’re wrong, it’s a live explosion.
The last row of pellets, garbage cans in the corner of the classroom, books folded on the table, teaching sticks falling on the podium, posters hanging on both sides of the wall, chairs under the teacher’s ass, brooms and mops scattered in the front…
There are five kinds of things left, and if we find them wrong, it’s never gonna happen again.
We keep looking at the items present and thinking about what Iyama called “neglect.”
It is clear that all things are already within our horizons. What is the most easily ignored?
One of the young men, who had only five minutes left to witness the passage of time, managed to reach under the chair where the teacher had been sitting.
Then it burst.
All the blood was splattered on the teacher who read the textbooks, but he did not change, and he continued to read it.
Ignoringly, the feeling of despair is looming over everyone.
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The clock is ticking, it’s the last minute.
All people are constantly comparing in their minds and want to pick a final target before the last point.
I’m afraid we’ll have to give it a shot.
The other stranger who survived was the first to say what he thought: “I think that what is the easiest to ignore is, in fact, what is the easiest to exclude in our eyes. I’m sorry.
Then he went next to the trash can: “If you had to choose in these things, I’m afraid you’d be the first to rule out this stinking, big, visible trash can, right? So I think it’s the hidden pen! I’m sorry.
After that, he hit the trash can right now.
Bang! I’m sorry.
The sound of the explosion was heard and he was redened.
But just after his death, the ginger-jam next to me suddenly woke up and watched as there was only 20 seconds left at the end and walked towards the podium.
“I got it. There is one thing in the classroom that is most hidden, that is most easily ignored by us and that will definitely be excluded from us when we enter the classroom. It has all the features that blind us! I’m sorry.
After that, she went to the podium gently and grabbed a teacher who had been reading textbooks.
The teacher put a pen in her hand and caught her.
At this point, the bell rings.
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“Your analysis is really impressive. I’m sorry.
Even Iyama, who is always calm, is surprised to get out of the classroom.
In his eyes, perhaps Kang Ziyu was a little bit bold and sweet, but at the last critical moment, he jumped out of the rules and picked the real goal.
Ginger’s cheeks were red, pointing at me: “It was Ringo who inspired me, because he used the fourth lesson to kill the teacher, and I dared to include him in the pen. I’m sorry.
For the rest of our lives, we climbed up to the sixth floor and heard the sound of the sound.
“At the end of the fifth class, 16 students remain. I’m sorry.
Schools that could be seen everywhere are now truly few.
So that there was always only three of us on the sixth floor.
We sat in the classroom and waited so hard for the teacher to get up and write the rules.
But the more he wrote, the more he and I wrinkled.
Because that rule seems so familiar.
Classroom Rules: This classroom is required to conduct a full-time drumming game during the course. At the beginning of the course, the teacher will hand over a knife to the students closest to the podium and will continue to pass in any direction they wish. When the teacher lowers his head, he asks his classmates to keep the message and to keep it from stopping for more than three seconds. When the teacher’s voice is stopped and he looks up, the man holding the knife needs to shave himself in three seconds, or he has to be eliminated. I’m sorry.
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That’s the rule of class three!
It’s on the sixth floor.
Although I have already gone through this task, I cannot help but feel a cold sweat.
Are you kidding me?
In the third class, there were almost 20 people in the classroom.
On average, you get five or six knives a person, and if you’re not lucky, you get ten.
But now there are only three of us in the classroom!
With this levelling down, at least 50 or 60 wounds must be cut on each of them.
The knife looks normal, but it’s quite sharp, and it can shed a lot of blood.
I’ve got enough for 50, 60, what’s the concept?
What’s the difference between a direct death sentence?
If you’re alone with this rule, why don’t you let yourself be too late?
After reading the rules, Kang Ziyu watched the knife delivered by the teacher, and his arms shivering.
“Lingo, what do we do?” I’m sorry.
I had to just calm her down and look at the mountains behind her.
But Iyama is also locked in his head and his face is heavy.
The teacher obviously won’t give us a chance to think, and then sit down and hand the knife to my hand.
The game begins.
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Following the rules laid down in the previous classroom, I raised my fingers and counted two times, and handed my knife to Iyama behind me.
In the same way, Ishan delivered the knife to the hand of Ginger.
Kang Ziyu looked at each of us, and he understood the rules that we had agreed upon, learned how we looked, and handed me back the knife.
When I picked up the knife, the teacher stopped and raised his head.
I had a quick eye and I had to cut my little arm.
The blood has opened and the teacher is satisfied and continues to lecture.
I’m relieved, and I’m recycled.
It was only after two hands that the knife reached Kang Zyu’s hand and the teacher raised his head.
Kang’s reaction was the same as mine.
I was in a hurry to draw a knife in her hand and cut open her white arm.
She almost cried out of blood, tears were running in her eyes, but the bite finally suffocated and handed the knife to me after the teacher had buried his head.
I can’t help but feel it.
The teacher paused more frequently than the teacher in the third class.
I’m afraid it won’t last five minutes.
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After several successive mechanical rounds, the three of us had to wear two or three colors.
I heard Eyama’s fingers banging on the desktop more and more fast.
Apparently, he was also thinking about how to live under the rules of drumming.
Three people playing this game is pure torture.
When I handed out the knife, I kept my eyes locked in the text of the rules, re-assembled and assembled.
As I was about to break my scalp, I suddenly noticed a word in the rules.
It’s very similar to the fourth lesson when blind people touch.
“At the beginning of the class, the teacher will hand over a knife to his classmates who are closest to the podium and will continue to pass it in any direction you like. I’m sorry.
Any direction!
My eyes were as if a light had suddenly shined.
This is not a dead end!
When I picked up the knife from Kang Zyu again, I stood up and put it on the teacher’s desk.
The teacher’s direction is also in the context of “free direction”.
When he was teaching, he suddenly looked up to me.
I didn’t explode when I made a dangerous move, apparently I was right.
At the end of the three seconds, the teacher, who was still blindfolded, became a slime.
It’s over.
The drums of the drums are gone, and the flowers have no meaning to continue.
Ginger Jade, who had four wounds on his hands, could no longer hold on to the feeling of collapse and jumped on me, crying on my shoulder.
Looking at the thick fog out of the window, I finally got a breath and gently hit her back.
Turning back, Iyama was also relieved and smiling at me.
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“Congratulations on you all being alive.
“At the end of the sixth class, there were seven students left.
“What a cruel number. I’m sorry.
The sound in the news suggests that the three of us carefully cleaned the wound in the corner toilet and moved to the seventh floor.
When we’re in, the bells are ringing in the air.
Teacher rises to write rules.
The first four words of the curtain are no longer the “classroom rules” that are repeated.
It’s the first change.
“Unified Rules for Schoolwide: Teachers’ lectures last a day, are so exhausting that the lunch meal is hard for their stomachs, and each of them is invited to give their teachers a meal meat to give them back. Can’t feed, out. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but feel the words in my pocket.
Iyama’s prophecy is true God.
There’s a real chance that the chickens in the middle and west can have lunch meat.
I can’t help but sigh.
This seventh lesson is so dramatic.
It’s simple, it’s just a lunch meat thing.
Hard to say is extremely difficult, and if the scene was not thought of two hours earlier, it would have been an absolute death.
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“Congratulations on your life.
“Unfortunately, at the end of the seventh class, there were only three students left. I’m sorry.
We climbed to the eighth floor and walked into a classroom.
Listening to the sound of regret, we know the situation.
Yes, the whole school, it’s all three of us.
Eighth floor, now is the real island.
But what we didn’t think was that there were no desks, chairs, blackboards or teachers in the last classroom.
It’s three separate compartments.
The horn rings, he tells us the rules.
“The last lesson is the human mind’s choice.
“The rest of you will be gathered in the same classroom, in this game.
“Of course, the three of you have come together in advance and have known each other’s names, saving many steps.
“There’s a paper and pen in each of the three compartments, and you need to go into one of them and write a name, which could be every part of it.
“When all three are finished, all the famous characters on paper will be wiped out.
“Trust me, this is definitely the most interesting one in eight classes, and everyone is the “Big Judge” of life and death.
“The life of the school is revolving every day, with the number of students coming and coming, and every time they reach the last level, very few. One or two less than five or six more.
“and the highest surviving record ever was three.
“Of course, there are only three of you, and even if you all write the same name, there will be only two more.
“All right, then go to your own compartment. Please note that there will be no discussion of the candidates, or else you will be denied the right to enter the booth and be directly erased.
“Come on, take a measure of the hearts of those who have been through you.
“In particular, it’s the kind of little team you’ve been helping each other, the kind of choices you’ve finally made. I’m sorry.
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Sounds like a game where someone must die.
And we cannot negotiate in advance, so it is not possible to write our own name, the one who volunteered to be sacrificed.
If we all agree, it’s over.
But I’m not panicking.
Instead, before entering the compartment, he smiled so nicely, and said, “Eiyama, your observations are the most careful. Have you seen the name of this school? I’m sorry.
“Why do you ask?”
“If you want to die here, you need to know the name of the cemetery, right?”
“When I got up in the morning, I looked at it. It’s called Red College. I’m sorry.
“Oh, yeah?”
I took pleasure in my mouth, and they both looked at me and suddenly laughed at me.
Walking into the compartment, I didn’t hesitate to write down my choice on paper.
“The Red Academy.”
The school building suddenly began to vibrate, and I was in a hurry to drill out of the compartment, and both of them were fine.
Sure, they know what I mean.
We ran downstairs in a hurry to see the building in danger.
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I was the first to crawl out of the ruins.
It took a long time to find Kang Ziyu and Ishan to get them out of the ruins.
Fortunately, it was flooded on the edge and no one was seriously injured.
In the face of the last test, none of us is willing to make a cruel choice.
So with my deliberate guidance, you end up playing big.
It is possible to write down all the “roles” present on paper, but it does not seem to have been prescribed, and the school itself is not a “roles”.
I’ve been through so many rules all the way.
In the event that three people die together, it will not be possible to find the best of the victims.
Turns out we were right.
This weird school, which may have existed for a long time, finally collapsed.
We breathed the air that was finally free, and we circled over our heads with the infinity fog that could not see.
There’s no one in four, there’s only one empty road, no direction.
But we are still high and shoulder to shoulder on the road in a direction where we cannot see the side.
While it is not known what the end of the fog will be, the horror of this school has finally come to an end. Record number: YXA15zAoGebUklBo4vpiekeM
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
