It is impossible to say cross talk, the technical difficulty is too high, and it is a bit difficult to realize.

Fortunately, Mr. Mo is a literate person. After being persuaded by them for a few words, he gradually recollected it. He touched his Mediterranean head and sat beside him in a daze. temper.

He used to be the kind of good-natured guy who wouldn't get angry no matter what.

"Hi," he smiled after a long time, "this is really rare..."

Kou Dong's gaze shifted downward, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

He stared at the ground, only to feel a sudden cold sweat on his back. A few seconds later, he stretched out his hand and pulled Song Hong's sleeve beside him.

"Look—" he whispered, "on the ground."

Song Hong was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized something. After hesitating for a while, he slowly moved his gaze down and landed on the concrete floor of the cafeteria.

The morning sun was not too strong, but at this moment, his head was aching from the baking.

He saw the shadow of the middle-aged man lying on the ground. The shadow's face was blurred, and it could not be seen that it was a person. Instead, it showed a strange oval shape that reminded him of football.

It curled up quietly, huge and full. It just seemed to vibrate slightly with the angle of the sunlight pouring in from the window.

like a juicy fruit.

- like a deep cocoon.

This change seems to be only momentary. After the middle-aged man stood up, it turned into an ordinary mass again, and stretched out its normal human shape.

The middle-aged man didn't notice it, but looked a little tired, and waved at them.

"Thank you," he said, "I'll go back to rest first."

Song Hong hesitated for a while, but still stopped him: "Mr. Mo!"

The middle-aged man turned his head, "Huh?"

"You..." Song Hong wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it and said, "Be careful. It's best not to see any students again these few days."

Teacher Mo touched his head again, laughed and said yes.

He walked towards the dormitory building, carefully avoiding other students on the way. Song Hong stared at his back, and after a while, he gently shook his head.

"So that's the real reason those things hatch in the dark," he said. "Maybe shadows reveal where they are?"

Kou Dong said: "More than this, I want to know where they all went in the end."

Those monsters fed by hatred and fear. Where will their last habitat be?

No one can answer this question for the time being, and a few people tried to close their eyes again, but all they heard was a normal, nothing unusual sound. The door to another world seems to open only at night.

"We haven't gone through this school completely," Song Hong suggested, "Today, let's go for a good walk."

The remaining two naturally have no objection.

Now, the face of this copy is showing in front of them little by little, and it has nothing to do with the curriculum. Naturally, they didn't need to go from morning to night like real students. After breakfast, the three of them started to check from the teaching building.

At first glance, this school is no different from a normal school. To facilitate teaching, the teachers' offices are located next to the class, within two steps.

There are three grades in total, and the total number is only in the early 1000s.

Kou Dong and their classrooms checked the past, only to see normal students in class. On the way, a female teacher came out of the office with a book in her hand, and just bumped into them, she couldn't help frowning.

"If you don't have a good class, what are you doing wandering around?"

Song Hong was stunned for a moment. He opened his mouth to say something, but Kou Dong quickly covered his stomach, lowered his eyes, and whispered to Teacher Zhang.

The voice was hollow, as if he hadn't eaten for three days.

Song Hong was taken aback, turned his head and saw that Kou Dong's small face was white, and he was walking with a fluttering look.

The female teacher's brows loosened, "Go to the infirmary? Be careful when you eat normally, because your stomach hurts."

"..." Song Hong opened his mouth, but the words didn't come out for a while.

Damn, why didn't his little friend get the Oscar statuette?

Kou Dong replied weakly, "Thank you, Teacher Zhang, for your concern."

After all, he seemed to suffer even more.

"Okay, okay," the female teacher didn't struggle any more, "Go quickly and be careful."

She moved her foot to make way for them. Song Hong was supporting Kou Dong who seemed to have his bones taken away at the moment, and he couldn't help but praise Kou Dong's acting skills when he was far away.

"Brother Niu, it's just a joke - isn't it, Xue?"

There was no response to his words, the little girl frowned and kept looking at Kou Dong.

"Axue, Axue?"

The little girl stopped in her footsteps.

"That teacher just now," she said, still looking at Kou Dong, "Do you know him?"

Kou Dong finally stood up straight, his expression a little inexplicable.

"What's the meaning?"

"Answer me first." The little girl insisted, "You know her?"

"I know," Kou Dong replied at a loss, "Isn't she Teacher Zhang? She teaches politics and is very good at talking..."

Song Hong also slowly realized something. He let go of his hand and pressed his lips together tightly.

He and A Xue looked at each other with a solemn expression.

"How did you know her?"

"Didn't she teach us a lesson?—what's the matter, haven't you two been to a lesson?"

Song Hong's expression is not very good-looking. He hesitated and whispered, "Neither Axue nor I have ever seen her."

The three of them are in the same class in the copy, and they are in the same class in the class.

His voice was a little hoarse.

"So how did you know her surname Zhang?"

"How do you know...she teaches politics?"

Kou Dong's avatar was punched hard by someone. His mind was buzzing, and in an instant, the world was spinning.

In the blur, it seemed that the female teacher just now was talking to him: "Don't be skinny all day, and pretend to be sick in front of me..."

Then, as if he couldn't help laughing, he tapped him on the head, "If one day you fail the exam, the teacher won't punish you."

He saw himself standing across from him with a smile on his face, the same youthful image as in the current copy. The zipper of the school uniform was not fully zipped, the cuffs were loosely rolled up, and the hair was scratched a little.

"How could Teacher Zhang not believe me..."

The voice behind was muffled and could no longer be heard.

Song Hong's voice was full of worry, and he patted him: "Are you alright?"

Kou Dong shook his head, there was a strange sweetness in his throat. He swallowed and said, "It's okay."

He slapped the incident, "Maybe I heard someone say it in the dormitory, but I don't remember it."

Song Hong didn't question this statement, and the little girl next to him didn't say anything. She only looked at Kou Dong again, and after a long time, she slowly looked away.

All players are connected to the game by brain waves. Under this premise, it can be said that part of it is controlled by the game system. When she tried to mention this to Kou Dong for the first time, an unusual blank appeared in her memory.

Later, when she went back to think about it, she couldn't remember what she said to Kou Dong at that time.

From then on, she knew something in her heart, and knew that "Dead Man" probably didn't want Kou Dong to know the inside story.

But as a player, what A Xue can do is extremely limited and can only be reminded in this way.

be careful.

If it is as she guessed, "Dead Man" will pull Kou Dong into the game again...

There was a secret panic in her heart, but she couldn't say it.

——In that case, would the system really be willing to release Kou Dong again?

The three searched the teaching building and found no clues. On the other hand, Kou Dong got the attention of many NPCs. When he came down the stairs on the right, some students even stuffed envelopes for him with blushing faces.

After stuffing it, he smiled embarrassedly at him and ran away.

Song Hong had become accustomed to Kou Dong's inexplicable attraction to NPCs, so he didn't find it strange when he saw this scene, so he folded his arms and sighed at the first love he couldn't return in his youth. Kou Dong, a pure white paper who had never even touched a little girl's hand, had no interest in such topics. When he mentioned first love, he inexplicably thought of the car that was never far or near behind him.

But that has nothing to do with this kind of pure love. After all, the serious man sitting there is a stalker, and it has nothing to do with girlish feelings.

At the corner of the first floor, he caught a glimpse of someone standing there talking to a girl. He was tall, and his long legs were quite superior. Since his back was facing away, he could only see one back.

But just by the back, it can be recognized at a glance. —This is the young psychologist.

He lowered his head and his voice was gentle, as if persuading something. The girl on the opposite side had red eyes, her hands were tightly clasped in one place, and she lowered her head and remained silent.

Kou Dong's heart skipped a beat.

He took two steps forward, almost forcibly inserted into the two of them, "What is Teacher Si talking about?"

This action was impolite, but the psychiatrist did not care about him. The lighter-colored eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses looked at him, and the person he was staring at had an inexplicable illusion that the spring breeze was blowing his face. This feeling did not make Kou Dong feel relieved, but became more and more tense in his heart. Xian, "I'm talking about something private."

After he said that, he patted the girl's shoulder, "Go back and think about it."

The girl kept her lips tightly closed, she quickly bowed to him after hearing this, turned her head and left.

Kou Dong asked cautiously, "What private matter?"

The psychology teacher smiled slightly and said casually, "She asked me to enlighten her about her troubles."

"What troubles?"

He asked so bluntly, and the NPC actually answered all his questions, but the smile on his lips deepened, "About her father's troubles."

For some reason, Kou Dong suddenly felt that the little girl beside him shrank.

"Her father was a gambler," the psychiatrist said lightly. "I owed a lot of money and ran away, leaving their mother and daughter as gambling debts for that group of people. - Later, her mother fell ill again."

Kou Dongxin followed suit.

"She still hasn't finished the money, what should I do? So I want to ask me for help and give her some pointers."

"I promised her that I would show her a way out."

"...what way?"

The person who asked was A Xue, and the little girl raised her head and looked at him without blinking.

The young psychologist let out a chuckle. This laughter was very familiar, almost the same as the laughter Kou Dong heard on those nights when he broke into a butterfly.

He felt his face start to itch again.

The tip of what seemed to be a wing swiped down the tip of his nose. He trembled slightly at this, feeling an uncontrollable trembling.

Psychology teachers seem to think it is very interesting. His palm came over, and his fingers rubbed slightly, touching the dense eyelashes of his student.

In the inner world that Kou Dong couldn't see, countless eggs trembled eagerly. They couldn't wait to shake the pale cocoon they were in, wanting to touch the teenager who was surrounded by them, but they were afraid of What, shivering and not daring to move forward.

In the strange forest composed of adult tentacles and wings, Kou Dong was wrapped by a pair of the strongest and most powerful wings. Eyes on the wings were staring at him deeply, and the psychiatrist bowed his head, unable to see any cocoons forming in the bodies of his pupils.

It's such a shame.

thought the young psychology teacher.

But don't rush...there will always be an opportunity.

His voice was soft and slow, as if hypnotizing.

"End his life."

He covered the eyes of the person in his arms with his hands, but his cheeks turned towards A Xue, who had blushed for some time.

"End his life..."

"This is you, the only way."

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