I suspect I’m NPC in horror novels.
Every night at 8 p.m., the chicken shop owner says to the door:
“Welcome! I’m sorry.
No one comes in.
The first time I found out about this was a month ago.
“Why are you bowing to the air? I’m sorry.
The boss’ eyes were confused for a while and then quickly returned to normal, laughing at me and saying, “Are there still two fried chicken legs and a Coke?” I’m sorry.
It’s like I didn’t hear my questions.
But I want a burger.
One.
I opened my mouth and found myself unable to say that.
Eventually, I went to my seat with two fried chicken legs and a Coke.
After that day, I opened the door to the new world, and I forced myself to find one place after another.
For example, teachers from the podium repeat the same point of knowledge day after day, a girl with a green pony tail is expelled from the classroom every day in the second class, and red taxis must stop at the school entrance at 6:30 p.m. every day.
Turns out I’ve been living in a world that’s not moving.
I do not understand the meaning of such a world.
– Until that day there were a few transfer students.
Two.
I sat at the end of the classroom with a few empty seats, and a few transfer students sat right next to me.
“What kind of monster does the world have this time?” The red-haired girl says:
Monster? What monster? The world doesn’t turn, but there’s no monster.
“It’s just a world of derivatives. “The boy with his brows says,
“Don’t look down on people! I hope you don’t ask me to save you when the monster chases you! I’m sorry.
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“Shh. Aren’t you afraid she’ll hear you? A boy with glasses is reaching out on his mouth.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a regular NPC. I can’t hear the three of us. “The red hair doesn’t care.
“Well, let’s be careful. I hear the number one boss is in the world. A boy with Sven pushed glasses.
The three transferees spoke without fear, as if I had acquiesced in hearing them.
I sat with them stiff, and my heart turned over.
What do they mean?
Have you been to many before them?
And I’m… NPC?
I looked up and looked very carefully at the teachers who were teaching, who had turned a blind eye to their violations of discipline.
But all of a sudden, the teacher pointed at that green-haired girl, “Lao Xiaohua, you’re sleepy again! Get up!”
I am reminded that this is the second lesson of every day.
Roh-hyun’s head is shaky, and his face is covered with books.
When she heard the teacher, she woke up quickly, rubbed her hands on her mouth and stood up in sleep.
“I’m not asleep, Miss Liu. I’m sorry.
“You can’t admit it! Get out of here! I’m sorry.
The red hair next to me looked at her behind her eyebrow and stood up at the table.
“Teacher, a mistake should not be an excuse for you to punish a student! I’m sorry.
Roh Xiaohua’s looking back with gratitude.
Mr. Liu didn’t think there were any other people who had opened their hands and shivered their fingers.
“You! You’re new! Get the hell out of here! You want to get her back? You two go out and talk! I’m sorry.
All the crows were silent and red hair suddenly showed a profound smile.
I followed her eyes towards Mr. Liu, and found her staring round, the black pupil flying away, two lines of blood tears falling from her eyes, long tongue coming out of her mouth, and slimy liquid falling from her tongue.
I tried so hard to control myself that I didn’t scream and sat in a rigid position.
Fortunately, Mr. Liu’s appearance did not last long, almost immediately, and normality was restored.
I got my head down, but the picture in my head is still hanging.
The red hair seemed to be used to it, and she had long legs, went to the side of Loh-hawie, reached out to her shoulder, passed through the podium and turned back to Mr. Liu with a provocative look.
She’s always been so arrogant! “I’m looking forward to her being abused by monsters.” I’m sorry.
“Stop it, we’re a team. “The glasses are light.
“Stop pretending! You don’t want to fight when she gets first? I’m sorry.
They don’t speak, they don’t speak.
3
I got caught by three transfer students.
At 8:00 p.m., I sat in a chicken-fried shop and watched the boss repeat the “Welcome.”
This time, the boss waited for his guests.
“Yo, freshman! What can I get you?” I’m sorry.
I sit in the corner, I bow my head and eat the fried chicken in my hands, and I try to reduce my sense of existence.
“I want her!” I’m sorry.
The boss looked at them strangely and then laughed and made way.
“Good luck. I’m sorry.
I went back to school with a red hair and a left and a right eyebrow.
During the day, very high schools have become gruesome at the moment, and the air has become thicker, as if malicious eyes were hiding in the dark.
“Let go of me! I’m struggling.
“You’ve got to work together, haven’t you? “The red-haired smile pushed me forward.
The darkness has surrounded me.
I walk in front of them in tremors, and they push me in the back.
“You! Go upstairs and look!” Red hair ordered me.
I lifted my soft legs and barely went upstairs.
“Stabbing, stinging…”
Something appeared to have been dragged to the floor with force, making a sharp sound between the floor and the floor.
My feet shrunk back and my voice trembled: “What is that? I’m sorry.
“What’s going on?” Get up there!
I got my legs on the stairwell of a familiar school building, two battles.
The sharp sound is right above the head, moving from the other side of the corridor to this side, getting closer and bigger.
I went up a couple of steps and suddenly got numb, and I felt like I was staring in the face.
I looked up, and I saw a dark green mop standing straight on the stairs from the stairwell, and two eyes with tears of blood coming out of broken cloths.
“You’re not finished with the daytime punishment, are you coming to me at night?” I’m sorry.
4
Redhead’s on his feet, “Yeah, that was short. I haven’t talked to you. I’m sorry.
Sister Gong! “The glasses whispered, and reached out and pulled her.
“What the hell! “Red hair turned white.
The green mop twitches, and gradually shows the shape of a stand-up man, with broken hair scattered over the ground, and rigid limbs one card at a time.
The green pony tail slowly pulls out the broken hair and shows a face.
I’m stiff, like I’m nailed to the ground, which is beyond my knowledge.
It’s not like there’s no five officials on that face, and it’s not the eyes that shed tears, but the two big holes.
And the green ponytail smiled, and said, “Come on, the teacher is waiting for you in the classroom! I’m sorry.
Teacher? Teacher Liu?
When I thought of Mr. Liu during the day, I was sweating again.
In the meantime, the four of us are not moving.
Green hair is just standing at the stairs.
Can’t she come down and wait for us to go up?
“Isn’t Sister Gong the first to go?” Give us a look?”
“We don’t have a ready target.” I’m sorry.
I had a bad secret, and the next second I was caught in red hair.
I watched as the tail of a green pony got closer, and I didn’t want to go up there again, and two boys who were against red hair came up to me with one left and one right.
As if my body were no longer my own, the closer I was to the tail of a green pony, the harder I was, the colder my hands and feet and the sweat of my forehead.
“Go up to you!” The red hair says so.
And I opened my eyes in fear, and I watched their bodies being pushed to the top of the steps, to the green tail.
The green pony tail, with its hands open, slanted into an incredible angle, caught me.
I had a long look down with two big holes.
Uh-huh.
I screamed silently.
“Stop! You’re so noisy. I’m sorry.
For some reason, I can see it in the face of a green pony tail without five officials. That’s when I found out that my scream was really coming.
“How long will you stop on me? I’m sorry.
I came down from the green pony tail.
The green pony tail was free and began to slide straight down the floor.
“Where are the remaining three of you?” Come on! It’ll be bad if the teacher finds out you’re out of school. I’m sorry.
Three transfer students saw me and looked at each other and carried their legs to the second floor.
The green pony tail leads the way, and he says, “You’re too strong to confront Mr. Liu, you have no idea how much she is…”
As usual, the green pony tail seems to be unaware that she’s not the same as us, and that she’s the teacher we’re talking about.
“Why isn’t she moving?” You seem friendly? I’m sorry.
The glasses pushed the glasses on the face, “Don’t take it lightly, the more normal they are. I’m sorry.
A little red-haired face is also so tight that it seems to have been affected by this anomaly.
“Ro Xiaohua! I think you’re tickling. How dare you scold your teacher? I’m sorry.
Mr. Liu appeared on the door of the classroom with his tongue in red, with only white eyes and no wind in his eyes.
“There are three of you who have been absent for no reason! Come on in and listen to class! I’m sorry.
Then the red hair cried out, “How are the three of us?”
Mr. Liu smiled and said, “I sent Kang-yeon to get you back. I’m sorry.
What else do you want to say with your red hair? The glasses covered her mouth and whispered: “Speak less, and do not provoke her.” I’m sorry.
Mr. Liu’s glasses started to shed tears again, and the black-haired red skirt was moving faster, like the edge of blacking.
5
At the critical moment, I put a smile on Mr. Liu’s face: “Sir, I’ve found them, so let’s go to class before you all lose time.” I’m sorry.
Mr. Liu’s red dress calmed down and even his tongue shrunk back.
“Come to my office after class. I’m sorry.
Looks like I’m not going to take it now. I’m feeling a cold sweat on my forehead and I feel like I’m going through the rest of my life.
The three transferees looked at each other and didn’t say anything.
I went to the classroom behind Ms. Liu, but the moment I saw my classmates, I was in shock.
They were wearing school uniforms, black pupils almost took over their eyes, their faces were pale, and their faces looked like white-faced buns that were blistered and molded, with red mouths that could eat people.
When we came into the door, everyone turned their necks and looked at us with their eyes.
I’m standing there, and the next three transferees are not going to be any better.
“What about a house of monsters?” I’m sorry.
“You’re not new, are you? You can definitely do it. I’m sorry.
Red hair can’t help holding a fist.
“Okay, stop it! Let’s figure out what to do with monsters. I’m sorry.
They said something, and Mr. Liu and his classmates didn’t hear it. Can I hear it?
What are they talking about? How does it feel to be in a game of life-pants?
I came to think of their words, and heard Mr. Liu say, “Go back to your seat. There are three questions on the blackboard. Three of you just came up here. I’m sorry.
It’s even worse for the students down there to laugh without an expression.
Red hair and a blind eye on the spot.
“We’ve forgotten the math in high school, okay? No way!
Turning around, Mr. Liu seemed a little excited and his tongue was dying longer.
“You won’t?”
It’s like if they don’t, she’ll come up and tear them alive.
The glasses have a chalk. It’s a test given by a monster. If we don’t get through it, we give her the power! I’m sorry.
“You better make it!” I’m sorry.
I endured the fear in my heart and tried to do the same as before, while looking distracted at the three men from the podium.
All of a sudden, there was a wind blowing in my ear, something hanging around my neck, itchy.
I turned my head to the back of the side, and I was hit by a big hand.
Ms. Liu said with an aura: “As you feel something close behind you in the dark, don’t twist your head and keep running. I’m sorry.
I was in a state of shock all night, but I calmed in the voice of Mr. Liu.
Even if she were a “monster” in the mouth of the students.
I swallowed the saliva and noded at the stiff spot.
That’s when Mr. Liu stood up and went to the podium, making a laugh.
“You really don’t know anything. How dare you skip class like that? How dare you! I’m sorry.
All the students in the station have said, “Bold! Dare! Dare!
Green pony tails also come in and two holes are silently facing the podium.
The atmosphere became so scary.
“You’re the teacher, and it’s your duty to teach us.” I’m sorry.
“Yes! You can’t punish us because we don’t know how to do this! I’m sorry.
And the white light hit him in the face, and she said, “Well, then let me teach you.” I’m sorry.
The voice just fell and the bell rings.
As soon as they were happy, they heard Mr. Liu say, “Come to my office.” And you, Kang-yeon.
Six.
For some reason, the situation now looks funny.
After one night of shock, I got a lot of nerve, and I’m not too scared to look at Mr. Liu.
In particular, the scene of Mr. Liu spitting on his tongue and banging a pen on the heads of three transferees was really funny.
“I don’t know anything about numbers. I’ve taught you so much! What about your exams? This is the last one! Pull the point! Mr. Liu hates iron and steel.
Three transfer students dared to say no.
“Do it yourself!”
Teacher Liu threw his pens at them and turned his head at me: “O Kang Yeon, where did you catch them today? I’m sorry.
I’m still nervous about Mr. Liu’s eyes and squeezed the corner of the school uniform. I’m sorry.
Mr. Liu noded and looked up at the clock on the wall, and said, “I’m going to class. I’m sorry.
I was just about to say that Mr. Liu has been running away.
Three transfer kids just relax.
“The old monster’s gone. I don’t know what it was. I’m sorry.
And the glasses calmly say, “There’s a world where monsters have to follow the rules. It’s like after class, Mr. Liu has to be in the classroom, so she’ll never come back soon. I’m sorry.
“Whatever it is, we’ll only have three days to live here, and we’ll be gone. I’m sorry.
“Just to survive, it’s easier than before, but why are they all disappearing in this world? I’m sorry.
“The world must be in danger of being ignored. I’m sorry.
They say one word to me and I remain silent.
All of a sudden, the three stopped and turned around and brushed at me.
My mind is full of alarms, and I say, “Why are you so slow? What are you standing for?”
That’s how three people look away.
“What do you think? She’s a regular NPC. Can you hear our encrypted conversation? It’ll be automatically blocked. I’m sorry.
Go straight to the office.
Red hair was pulled out of the cabinet with a blood-bearing rope, the middle part of the rope was torn and the end of the rope was torn together into a circle.
It’s like, someone committed suicide on this rope.
The glasses were close and found two footprints on a blue bench in the room.
The three men went round and found nothing that had come back quietly.
Mr. Liu stood behind them, gently putting his hands on the shoulders of his red hair and glasses, and the silk air came out.
“How’s the teacher’s office? I’m sorry.
The red hair and the glasses are frozen, and they don’t shake their necks.
Ms. Liu was in a hurry to hide the blooded rope behind her head, but was still staring at her.
“Son, what do you have in your hand? I’m sorry.
The cold voices of women were ringing, tears of blood were shed from their faces, and they fell to the ground.
“Check! Check! Check! “When and when the little office was crowded into a bunch of classmates, one mouth and one black pupil staring at three people in the middle.
“The glasses! Didn’t you say she wasn’t coming back?”
And the glasses seem a little confused, “But that’s the way the world used to be. I’m sorry.
Red hair suddenly stares at me, “Is it because it’s an irregular conversation, so the people in front are dead? I’m sorry.
Almost as the red-haired voice fell, Mr. Liu had the rope, one by one: “Who is dead?” I’m sorry.
Oh, shit! They can hear us! I’m sorry.
The darkness of the ink surrounds the middle three, whose limbs are no longer their own, and the thick air, like an invisible big hand, manipulating their bodies, making an incredible angle.
Sister Gong, when will you wait? * I can’t stand it.
“It’s just the first day.” I’m sorry.
“But we’re all dying! I’m sorry.
And suddenly I see a flash of white, and the next moment…
“Lao Xiaohua! Sleep again! Get out of here! I’m sorry.
7
It was time for the second section of the day, and the green pony tail was routinely punished.
This time, no one ever stood up to the teacher again.
My red-haired teeth are closed, and my face is as pale as last night’s class.
Looks like he’s hurt a lot.
“I can’t believe you have this kind of baby and you can skip for 10 hours.” I’m sorry.
“Shut up! This is the voice of the glasses.
“Who are you scaring? I’m sorry.
“They can hear us and they know we’re players. Will you shut up? You’ve lost your mind! “Red hair down on the sound.
I’m trying to narrow it down.
Although those three men were miserable yesterday, they are still my shadow to me.
Red hair just snubbed me, not a word.
I’m so relieved.
Who knows, when the afternoon bell rings, they pull me to the entrance.
“What are you doing now? I’m sorry.
I can’t move.
“Did you have a lot of shock yesterday? We’re gonna take you out of this damn school. You should thank us! I’m sorry.
They pulled me to the red cab outside the school with red hair and a left and right eyebrow. Put me in the middle, sit in the back seat, and the glasses sit alone in the copilot.
“Where to? In the front row, the low voice of the driver.
I feel a little familiar, but without waiting for me to think, my head is broken.
Hospital! I’ve been in pain all day. I must have suffered internal injuries! I’m sorry.
“Are you crazy? The hospital is talking more! I’m sorry.
“What are you afraid of?” A world full of weird talk! I’m sorry.
The driver’s already on his way.
8
By the time we got to the hospital, it was almost 7:00.
The girdle came out of the car and hung up, and red hair pulled me into the hospital door and the glasses slowly followed us behind.
Almost the next minute we stepped into the hospital, the window was darkened and the hospital door disappeared behind us.
“Damn it! Is there really some weird talk in the hospital? I’m sorry.
The red hair was holding my hand tight and I couldn’t help but snoring.
“It’s a good place for you to pick! I’m sorry.
“If you don’t come here, will you stay in school?” Let’s see if you’re alive tonight! I’m sorry.
Red hair stopped talking, quietly in the dark corridor, and only the four of us made small footsteps.
The corridor was long, long and unknown, and a door appeared at the end.
The door is very old, the four corners have spider webs, and it’s written in dark red paint. 004″, number 4 last long drag.
I have a bad look at my eyebrow and red hair. And the next second, the eyebrow reached out and opened the door and red hair pushed me in.
It’s perfect.
My eyes are closed and I can’t even see what’s in front of me, and my hands are in the air.
The great inertia caused me to go a few metres forward, suddenly empty my feet, and my body fell at a fast pace.
And the sound of red hair came from behind: “It was only a stairwell, I thought there was something.” I’m sorry.
My eyes were sewn, and the faces of the three who were behind them were gradually deformed and looked like contempt.
The stairs were as if there was no end, my body was crumbling around, blue and purple, and there was no good place.
In the chaos, the stairs above show the footsteps of three men, who are on top of them, who are walking with grace and watching me with cold eyes.
Like an angel who commands my destiny at will.
Finally, at the end of the stairs, I rolled a few times on the floor and finally hit a bed leg and was forced to stop.
The bed seemed heavy, with a “shouting” over it.
I opened my eyes in tremors and my eyes were already a little blurry.
I was about to see a man with red rope on his hands standing in front of me with his back on my back.
She raised her hands tied to red rope, and the three were screaming and then running wild.
Instead of chasing them, the women turned around and looked at me.
I stood up with my eyes open and scared.
Late in the night, the woman who appeared in the morgue had a red rope on her hands, which was kind of like some hospital talk.
Now, it’s just me and her two creatures, and I don’t know what she’s gonna do to me.
But who knows the next second, the woman unties the red rope, tied to my wrist. For almost a moment, I can feel my body slowly recovering.
After some time, my senses were coming back, and my wounds were already getting better.
I’m getting up, I’m looking at the red rope on my wrist, and I’m thinking about the blurry face of a woman, but I can’t remember where I’ve seen it.
I look around, and there’s no bed around, or there’s no body.
I carried my leg up and finally returned to the door with the word “004”.
Heavy footsteps were heard outside the door and two people were walking in parallel.
There you are! “The sound of the obscenity cuts through the stale air, and I’m filled with a vibrator, and my feet are crucified like lead, waiting to get closer and closer.
The door was squeaked and a white hand came out, and two dead fish eyes came out.
My heart screams crazy, my eyes stare up.
But who knows that the masters of the two faces began with a stroke, then tried to adjust their stiff faces, and made a gesture of kindness, and even the tone of their speech became softened, laughing with their mouths, saying, “Have you come to find your mother?”
The other is: “Yes! Nurse Zhang is not here! Let’s go! Uncle will take you to her! I’m sorry.
I stayed and followed the first two “Uncles” who even deliberately slowed down to take care of me.
When I went to the first floor of the stairs, two “Uncles” stopped and turned to me and said, “You can’t go on the first floor, you can’t go on the rest of the way. I’m sorry.
I nodded my head, thinking of the weird rules that the three transfer students said yesterday.
It seems that not everyone can break the rules like Mr. Zhao.
I’ve been on my way upstairs and I’ve been thinking about who they call “mother” and who’s the nurse?
I don’t know why, I don’t remember a mother, I think about the past, but I find a blank.
“It’s your fault! Who made you go up to the second floor? “As soon as the sound of red hair appeared, I turned and went down.
“The two security guards on the first floor have been chasing us, and there are weird women underground in the morgue. Of course we can only run to the second floor! “It’s not as if the eyes are broken.
The calm voice of the glasses is: “Now that I can meet that weird woman on the second floor, it seems that she can ignore the rules of the region, and should be like Mr. Zhao last night. And did you notice she lost the red rope? I’m sorry.
I’m surprised.
I have to say, the glasses are so cool.
All three spoke in a state of shock. In such a situation, can he notice the red rope on his wrist?
I tried to go back to the first floor, looking for the protection of my two uncles, but they found me.
Three steps out of the eyebrow, and then reached out and grabbed my collar and picked me up like a chick.
It’s been a long time. “It’s rare to see you alive. I’m sorry.
The glasses came to me, and if the eyes fell on my wrist with the red rope, the lips were light.
The three men grabbed me on the first floor, and they heard the sound of the heels.
Let’s go! Here comes the nurse! “The eyes grab me all the way down.
I took a short look back and only saw two long legs, like a woman in the morgue.
She, is she my– Mom?
Let’s get out of here! “Red Hair directed the road and said to head for the gate.
“Take Kang-yeon, after I break up, you go first! “The glasses held the glasses on the nose, and the light on the lens passed.
The blind eyebrow’s hand was tight, there was no voice, and I ran out.
The security guard went after them and the glasses fought them.
Before the gate, red hair was strung, but the door was still lined.
The sound of his heels came closer, and he ended up in despair, with red hair biting his teeth and pulling out another prop card.
“Sesame open! I’m sorry.
The door was opened.
At that point, the head nurse had come to her glasses and saw her reaching out and she had to touch them, and the red hair suddenly shouted, his eyebrow grabbed her and shook her head.
“Stop saving me! We can’t! I’m sorry.
After that, he pulled me out with my red hair, but in the moment I walked out the door, there was a flash of white.
The eyebrow changed position with the glasses!
9
I look back and look back, with my eyebrow inexplicably standing in the original position of my glasses, surrounded and swallowed by monsters.
The door was closed, and the head of the nurse was disappearing.
“The glasses! What did you do to him? “The red hair suddenly screams.
“He just tried to give me up, didn’t he? I am only rejuvenating him in his way. I’m sorry.
“But he is one of us! We’re in danger without a partner! I’m sorry.
Stop pretending! Can you not feel his hostility to you? Now I’m helping you get rid of him. Shouldn’t you be happy? That’s hypocritical!”
Red hair is right, pulls me in silence.
Red taxis are still in place.
“Where are we going next? “It may be that he has revealed his nature, and his glasses have been deformed, and he has slowly been very different from the way he looked after us, and on the first day he was so cautious.
“On the first two occasions, we were in a relatively closed environment. Let’s go outside. I’m sorry.
We got in the car and all three were in the back seat. Glasses and red hair surrounded me in the middle.
“Teacher, go to the Ring Lake, thank you. I’m sorry.
Tens of hours without sleep and two more runaways, all three of us are a little tired and sleepy.
But all of a sudden, the glasses looked up and said to the red hair, “You just said the first two times we were in the same environment.” I’m sorry.
The red hair was lost and the mouth opened, “Closed.” I’m sorry.
The eyeglasses were stunned and the sight was slowly sliding forward.
And the red hair slowly subdued, and my wrist shrunk.
Master, we suddenly don’t want to go to Artificial Lake. I’m sorry.
I haven’t seen red hair so low since three transfer students came here.
The driver in front made a low smile: “You little girl, get in my car and you can’t go down there until you get there.” I’m sorry.
And the glasses were like, “It’s okay, Master, don’t you hear her, we’re going to the lake!” Don’t get out of the car!
“It’s late. I’m sorry.
One face was twisted by numerous tiny pieces of blood, and two eyes were stuck in the suture of the blood clot, shaking, with no sign of any of the five officials.
The glasses were wrong. Open the door and roll out.
“Aah! “Red hair can’t take care of me anymore, let go of my wrists, put my hands around my head and scream, and then faint.
When I look at the face of blood and flesh, I feel no fear, but I feel sour and sour in my heart that tears have come out.
The blood clot twitched, and I barely saw from this face the smile and the comfort he tried to touch.
And a thousand pieces of blood, one by one, spit out a sentence: “Do not be afraid, little Kang Yeon.”
When the word “fear” was finished, he couldn’t speak, but I understood what he meant.
He told me not to be afraid of him.
I shed tears and nod my head.
Why would I be afraid? He’s my dearest father!
I remember everything.
10
I’m Kang Yeon, a senior student.
My dad was a taxi driver and my mom was the head nurse at the hospital.
Every day, at 6:30 p.m., Dad drops all the passengers’ orders, comes to the school to pick me up for dinner and then takes me to school to study at night.
The world has not always stopped until that day.
In the second part of the morning, Teacher Zhao fined the sleepy Zhao Xiaohua from the classroom, after which the school was informed that in order to relax the senior students, it was planned to leave the afternoon class for the entire class to go to the artificial lake.
I had a temporary tummy ache and did not attend the event, and Luo Xiaohua was unable to attend the event because of her mistakes and remained in the class.
Dad took me in a taxi to the hospital where Mom was, but everything was normal.
Mom touched me in the head and said, “You know what? I’m sorry.
I’ll nod my head.
By the time I got back to school, it was 8:00, and Dad bought two fried chicken legs and a Coke with my chicken shop outside the school.
Then Dad got an order to pick up the passengers.
Dad turned around like he couldn’t help me.
I thought it was funny, so I gave him the coke.
Dad didn’t get in the red cab, started the car, but the next second I saw a tearing of my heart.
It was not enough for the car to run out of control, to hit the wall on one side, and it was as if it had its own consciousness to smash the people in it, and to retreat and run.
I threw the Coke in my hand and ran out.
But by the time I got there, my father had been knocked to pieces.
My eyes were frazzled, my father’s eyes were moving like something terrible, and I couldn’t see my lips open, and I said, “Gon-yeon, run forward, don’t look back. I’m sorry.
I shake my head so I can’t walk away from my father, and I’ll spit in my eyes.
I turned on my phone and called Mom’s hospital.
The phone was picked up almost a minute ago, and the sound of Mom’s anger was like, “Gon-yeon? I’m sorry.
I cried out, “Mom, Dad…
It’s like Mom’s trying to move, and she repeats what Dad just said: “Gon-yeon, whatever happens, run, don’t look back.” I’m sorry.
Hang up the phone, I’m Godless.
In instinctively, I ran to the nearest school building, where I found the whole face torn off.
Her head was down, her hair was all over the place, and her body was straight.
Her mouth was like, “Gon-yeon, run…”
I went back and forth to the lake, and saw Mr. Zhao hanged on a tree by the lake, and my classmates jumped into the lake in a wooden face, grunting and sunk.
In a moment, the world became the way I could not understand.
Everyone’s leaving me, and I’m going to run. Don’t look back.
I was in a mess the next day, and I found out that everything was normal, that she was sent out, that my classmates were going to artificial lake and that my stomach was sore…
This day has been repeating itself, and every day I have to face the worst of realities, and gradually I have to fall apart and force myself to forget everything.
It did not end until after the arrival of a group of transferred students.
The people closest to me became monsters in their mouths, but still protected me in my own way.
Eleven.
My father finally brought me to the artificial lake, and the students’ faces were made worse by the moonlight.
Little Kang-yeon! Long time no see! I’m sorry.
I tried to raise a smiley face, but then I couldn’t stop looking at Mr. Zhao’s tongue, and I threw my mouth down and cried.
“Hey, hey, hey! Kang-yeon, isn’t it alright? It’s fun to hang your tongue! I’m sorry.
I can’t see why she’s still so alive.
The world has been formatted countless times to become a copy, so that we can completely forget what happened and become an instrument without emotion.
In the process of formatting, the timing of the accidents varies from day to day, but they try to keep themselves awake, remember the tragedy of their deaths, keep me awake and send me to a chicken-fried shop to make sure I am safe.
As you can imagine, they have not suffered less than I, not to mention insisting that the spirit not collapse.
I dumped my head, and this time I really laughed: “I know the teacher.” Thank you. I’m sorry.
Teacher Zhao dumped the rope: “That’s right! I’ve been teaching you so long. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, I saw my glasses tied and pushed to the side of the artificial lake.
“It’s not enough for me to play with a bunch of lame kids! Mr. Zhao’s uninterested mouth.
I was just about to laugh, but I saw a prop card in my glasses. I had a bad secret. It’s dangerous, it’s dangerous, it’s dangerous.
When I saw the glasses untie the rope, I came to Teacher Zhao, and I shouted, “Be careful! I’m sorry.
I jumped over, threw Mr. Zhao down, and the first knife of the glasses was cut.
I was just going to take a breath, and I only saw the edge of my glasses, and I was going straight to me.
Mr. Zhao turned his back and escaped the knife.
The students were surrounded, the glasses were firmly contained, the glasses looked at me viciously and with contempt.
Teacher Zhao stood up, burned in anger, black-haired dress without wind.
The air is getting thicker, and in the dark, the invisible threads seem to control the body of the glasses, but it’s strange that they don’t seem to be affected.
“I’m not like any ordinary player, I’m a copy manager, and you guys shouldn’t have self-conscious copies of NPC, you can’t hurt me.” I’m sorry.
Mr. Zhao looked up and did not believe in evil.
“Don’t bother. It’s useless. Let me kill this Kang-yeon so that you can become a good NPC. I’m sorry.
I thought carefully about the words of the glasses, and suddenly I thought of a man, who came up and said something in his ear.
As soon as the eyes of Zhao became clear, he did as I said.
The red taxi came from a distance and the red hair on the driver ‘ s seat remained closed to her eyes and unconscious, but her hands and feet were controlled by her driving.
All of a sudden, when I stepped on the gas, the taxi was full, and Mr. Zhao and his classmates were quick to pull me to one side, leaving only the glasses at once on the empty lake.
The glasses are panicking, and at the rate of reaction of ordinary people, there is no time to run before the car comes.
“Boom” and “blowing.”
End
The next day.
“Ro Xiaohua! In the morning, in the second class, Mr. Zhao named Xiaohua.
Luo Xiaohua stood up, “Here! I’m sorry.
Mr. Zhao smiled: “Good job today! No nap! I’ll give you a chicken leg for lunch! I’m sorry.
And Luo Xiaohua laughed, “Yes, thank you, teacher!”
Queen’s glasses.
My name is Ren Xiaosheng and I am a copy manager of the Department of Time and Space for years.
But sometimes, I was just a regular player.
I was chosen to be a player by the Space Agency and experienced thousands of horrible copies. It is my constant task to seek out the truth and to defeat the unspeakable monsters in the copy.
I finished very well.
But I often wonder when that kind of life ends.
After all, it’s the taste of life. It’s really bad.
By chance, after I got through a copy, the Bureau of Time and Space promoted me to copy manager because of my good performance.
I have gained an enhanced identity, and I have been exposed to the truth that was previously out of reach.
The so-called Time and Space Agency is just a proxy for the higher world.
They cannot directly absorb the energy of the lower world, but they have the capacity to change the lower world, to force change in the lower world, which was already flourishing, and to repeat the day of change.
And then, from other low-level worlds, find the right time-traffickers, who will be given the right name and the right name to do their job, and they will be rewarded with the right amount of money and beauty.
When a player enters the world of transformation, he will confront the forces of the world to survive.
There is a hostile relationship between the player and the changing world, so the end result is either that the player dies in the changing world, or that the player is strong enough to further reduce the energy of the changing world.
But either way, it’s a steady win for the Bureau.
The players were just found in low-class homes, and there’s still another one.
And the Authority’s award to players is nothing more than a benefit to the Authority itself.
And if the player wins, the energy of the lower world will fade, and it will be absorbed by the Space Agency.
I was so cold and powerless to hear the truth.
When I was a player, I was often proud to have unreplicable props and to play the high place in the home.
But the reality is, I’m just a pawn for energy.
As for my piece of chess, it’s probably just a little bit easier.
But what can I change even if I know the truth?
I can neither escape nor resist incompetence. I can only continue to live like this and become increasingly numb.
Until something happened to a copy I managed.
It’s a long-standing copy, famous for not being alive.
None of the players who go in there get out alive.
Looking at the data of death, I’m starting to get a little upset.
Even though most of the dead players are low-level and have no special life-saving skills, zero percent survives on an unprecedented scale.
I have spoken out that the presence of an unknown monster in this copy is dangerous, but that high risk means a high return, and the old players who are already in the copy will be interested.
As I expected, more and more of the senior and older players do not believe in evil, but try it in this copy, including the first on the player list.
I thought that even if this copy was any more difficult, it would not be completely destroyed.
As a result, no one has been able to come out, including first on the list.
I’m starting to panic. This copy is not a very high grade. Why would I be able to do that?
I turned my face into an ordinary player and entered the world with two of his former teammates when another copy was opened.
On the first night, I found a suspect – Kang Yeon.
In the world of all monsters, it’s like she’s the only one who knows nothing.
It’s very well protected.
It’s very well protected by monsters.
It is also because of her that she has a sense of self, even outruns the rules of the higher world, breaks the rules and becomes the true master of the rules.
No wonder so many players died here.
The ability of a player to access a copy is supported by props, but relies mainly on the use of rules to carry out the task.
But in such a disorderly world, monsters roam, players have no guarantee of survival.
I have targeted Kang Yeon.
If we can kill her, this copy will become normal.
Copy managers will not be killed directly by the monsters in the copies they manage, and their abilities will not work for me, which is my greatest advantage.
As for the two remaining players, I’m just the guy I’m trying to shield.
But I didn’t realize that this was the last blade to kill myself.
Monsters can’t just kill me, but ordinary players can.
Monsters do not work for me, but for ordinary players.
I end up in the hands of an ordinary gamer manipulated by monsters.
Before I died, I looked at Kang-yeon’s direction.
She’s standing next to a bunch of monsters, and she looks like she doesn’t have a feeling of peace.
By choosing me as a copy manager, the Time and Space Agency valued the nature of my death.
Because once the copy manager dies, the copy he manages will be completely closed off and the player will no longer be allowed in.
And what happens on that day, when it’s fixed and it’s changed, as far as it’s concerned…
With Kang Yeon in it, it’s not completely changed, is it?
Moreover, because of closed access to players, the value of use is lost to the higher world.
Will it grow into a place to confront a high-class world at a point that is invisible?
I suddenly felt like my death was worth it. Case number: YX11vRvJwrX
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
