After drinking the adulterated water, coupled with the quiet atmosphere of the room and the doctor's soft tone, few people can resist the desire to pour out.

Are they crazy or crazy behind their backs like, "I'm crazy"? I've been under enough pressure to keep up with the ghost for a long time, so I'll spit it up quickly.

This fear of facing the 'mysterious life' made many people collapse.

In this group, Zhang Zhengyuan's suspected schizophrenia was a special case, and then other students with abnormal mental state were found. Some of them are supposed to be bad, but they are getting worse and worse, and some of them have not been inspired before.

Other people who are mentally normal, but who have come into contact with 'mysterious life' are also highly nervous and sensitive.

In this case, what will go wrong in a short period of time? if it takes a long time, you will be willing to pay attention for a long time.

Therefore, this group of doctors appointed in the face of danger also made great efforts to relieve the patients and recommended to them more ways to relieve mental stress.

These doctors are all called in urgently, and the above doctors attach importance to this matter.

All the students who had participated in the sacrifice were asked to go through the examination, and they dug up people who seldom felt the 'mysterious existence'. These people share the same characteristics-outstanding talents in art.

Not necessarily to the level of genius, but willing to be more sensitive than the average person.

At this time, people who pay attention to this matter even more wonder, does the 'mysterious being' have any preference for art students?

Those who died in the past two days, as well as those who suddenly fell into a coma and were hospitalized yesterday, add up to more than 60 people, of whom more than half are art students. Although the other half are art students, they also show their preference for art in their life.

As a matter of fact, the authorities did not fully believe what they said, and even at the beginning, it was an incident such as "evil / religion" and "hypnosis".

However, as soon as they were asked, they asked that the young students were non-religious believers and did not know what religion they believed in at all. However, the solid atheist still shudders when it comes to his illusion.

"maybe you can only understand it if you have been in contact with it in person, right?"

Ren Yifei, who left the staircase classroom, went to the library. The library was quiet and there were very few people. Ren Yifei found a corner and took out his identity card under the cover of the book.

Ooh, boy, yesterday, more than a dozen people died, and the death toll has risen to 13.

After the trouble he made yesterday, the people who died today are willing to plummet.

Also send an information update:

On the eve of the night, change of sex. ]

Heterosexuality?

A woman is a man and a woman, or a woman is a man.

When Ren Yifei thought of the picture of a ghost pretending to be a priestess, he said it was possible for him to play the role of a priestess. So, when choosing a role, will ghosts be partial to women?

But it is also said that if he wants to do the opposite, he still chooses to be a man.

Ren Yifei held up his face. Although he gave a clear message, it was easy to find one among so many people.

All right, it's better to have a list of details. But it has just been observed that those 'doctors' are just entering personal data, and the final summary is something they can do.

So, if you want to see the complete list, you have to go backstage.

It would be a lot easier if he could alert anyone to enter the school system and get today's list. But Zhang Zhengyuan's people set up a computer master.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, he thought of someone.

"it's convenient for me, but Sam can. I bet he will sneak into the school backstage to check the list. "

Who is it? Ren Yifei immediately took out his notebook from his schoolbag, tore off several pieces of paper the size of rice grains in a corner, unfolded his hand, and turned into two mosquitoes, buzzing and flying away.

The school environment is good, there is a lot of water, and the mosquitoes have already been caught in the early summer, and the two mix in, and they are all conspicuous at all.

With so many students and so many dormitory buildings, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack if you don't have a target to look for. So Ren Yifei found another vice president, npc:, "which building does xx vice president live in?"

Ren Yifei came straight to the point, but startled the vice president on the other end: "you calm down, don't do anything stupid."

"you misunderstand. I just want to know something."

Ren Yifei repeatedly promised that he would do something irreparable, and the vice president hesitated to say the house number. He said that Ren Yifei could also find out if he went to others to inquire about it.

Knowing the dormitory building and the specific room number, the little mosquito set out.

Ren Yifei sat in the library with the book in his hand open, but he turned the page for a long time, with a sad look on his face, as if he were worried about something. In fact, what his eyes saw was the picture of the library, but the picture sent back by the mosquitoes in front of him.

One eye represents the point of view of a mosquito, and you will feel confused when you feel sick.

Today's campus is lifeless, probably due to the lack of the relationship of many students. Most people are ordered to live in their dormitory, but on the way they see the temporary takeout staff of various restaurants.

The school was closed, and the takeout boy from outside came in. Fortunately, he also asked the work-study college students to help run errands.

Two small mosquitoes bypassed the tall experimental building, flew over the egg-shaped football field, and took three turns to reach Sam's dormitory.

Sam's role is a graduating college student, and their level is full of college graduates. It is said that when he first proposed that he was going to hold a sacrifice, he invited everyone to participate on the grounds of "the last carnival before graduation".

When the little mosquito flew in, the floor of his hair was very quiet. It was only when he looked at it from the crack of the door that his dormitory was empty. Most of these people have moved out or gone to internship.

Sam is still in the dormitory. He is alone and his roommate is alone.

Ren Yifei knew that Sam was sharp, so after the mosquito flew in, he found a place to hide and acted rashly.

Among them, a mosquito stays in the ceiling, and looking down, you can see Sam sitting in front of the computer fiddling with what he knows. He drank ice cola, but he didn't care for himself at all. He was cozy.

Too far away, the mosquito looked at what was on the computer, only saw Sam occasionally look down at his phone, and most of the time he was tapping the code.

The computer in his hand is desktop and looks so new that it almost seems to have been matched in the past two days. There is a closed laptop on the rack, but there are many traces of use.

Ren Yifei had reason to suspect that he bought a better computer on his first day here.

For something else, if you hack into other people's computers, you have to keep up with the computing speed of your own computer, and if you are a master, you have to knock on the code.

Tapping the code is a boring thing. Watching others knock on the code is especially boring, but Ren Yifei put up with it.

He can guess Sam's brain circuit, he is waiting for the end of this physical examination, the collection of data.

Finally, more than half an hour later, Sam changed his movements, and he looked at his phone for several seconds. Then he straightened up and began to recognize his work.

Ren Yifei guessed that the physical examination over there was over.

And in fact, as Ren Yifei guessed, when he directed one of the mosquitoes to fly over, he saw the contents on the mobile phone. He was in the community group they had built after them. They were talking about the inspection, and people were in a panic.

It seems that many people are worried about it, taking away the research secretly by themselves.

There is no reason to worry. If the authorities think so, they will be asked to have a medical examination with great fanfare.

Sam, who also did not participate in the discussion, has broken a loophole in the school system.

Ren Yifei looked at Sam, who called himself a 'legitimate businessman,' and hacked into the school system with the proficiency gained from years of network intrusion, and quickly touched the background database of this big test.

Officials seem to have divided the students involved into three categories.

The first category is people who are already dead. Ren Yifei is surprised to send a message, and the data of dead players are also counted in it, but their sense of existence is low, just one of a series of numbers.

The first kind of human beings are students who are in a coma and those who have already felt hallucinations, susceptible people, who are very likely to be the next victim.

The third type of illness is that there is no feeling at all, neither a fantasy nor a sudden illness, and all the data indicators show that they are normal.

Ghosts are hidden in the first category and the third kind of people, and the most popular ones may be in the third kind of people.

According to Ren Yifei's analysis, ghosts sacrifice at the expense of other people's lives and their own lives, either for a particularly important purpose, or because they are crazy believers.

But it is only when he is willing to fail that he will cling to his obsession and make a copy.

In the first case, if his goal is not achieved, then he will know that sacrifice is of no use, and his obsession will be based on sacrifice.

In the first case, the fanatical believer did not get what he wanted. that was because he was excluded from the susceptible crowd, and he was rewarded and gave birth to obsession.

In the third case, the fanatical believer got what he wanted and saw his god, but he was Ye Gong good dragon, and he was retreating after he came into contact with the 'mysterious life'.

In this case, he wanted to die and wanted to end the sacrifice.

However, Ren Yifei personally ran through the gray channel and came into contact with the shadow that Sam left there. So he can be willing to tell him that the spell cast on himself by the ghost did not succeed, but the Saman lock attached to the character. Saman is a good mark object, soul strength and soul sharpness are enough.

Therefore, ghosts are most likely to be the third category of people.

Having come to this conclusion, Ren Yifei directed the mosquito to stare at the list of the third category of students.

Mosquitoes?

Sam noted that when he reached a mosquito that was dormant above his head, he hesitated for two seconds between killing him and wasting his time.

"if you are still there after downloading, please beat him to death."

The official list is very short, excluding the first class of students who are needed again, and the rest are just over a hundred, half of whom are already lying in hospital beds.

Ren Yifei stared closely at the list of people of the third category with the eyes of mosquitoes. Every time he saw a person's name, he classified them using associative memory or characteristic memory.

Come on, he saw the last five names, and Ren Yifei memorized them quickly.

However, these five names have just left an imprint in his brain. 'bang', the mosquito was killed, and Ren Yifei covered one of his eyes.

However, he really didn't have time to get angry. He quickly took out his cell phone, clicked on his notepad, and began to write down the names and basic information he had just written down.

All he uses is short-term memory, which will be forgotten over a long period of time.

Dozens of words soon fell on the mobile phone notepad. Ren Yifei glanced at it and felt that it was so. He exhaled gently and finally took time to see what was going on through another mosquito.

"punk?" Sam at the other end was lost in thought twirling the scraps of paper at his fingertips.