Infinite flow: I am destroying everything with a spatula

The fat man stiffened his neck and listened to the accusations from the people around him.

The stupid big head seemed to suddenly realize something.

He touched his aching head and laughed awkwardly.

"I'm...I'm sorry! I didn't think before I spoke! I apologize to the cadaver teacher! I'm really sorry!"

The fat man felt that this was the most cultured and polite moment in his life.

No. 29 is no longer irritable.

With his twisted neck tilted, he stared at everyone quietly.

When meeting Qi Mu's emotionless eyes, the cold body suddenly felt a chill for the first time in a long time.

He moved his eyes until he saw Yi Nanzhi's sincere and innocent big eyes, as if he completely believed that this group of people had become good kids with good family background.

No. 29's fingers trembled, and those long and sharp nails actually retracted by themselves.

He turned around and dragged his stiff legs back to the body storage room.

When he saw the collapsed gate and the smashed platform, he suddenly turned his head 180 degrees.

Yi Nanzhi smiled awkwardly: "It's been in disrepair for a long time! Accident!"

After three seconds of silence, No. 29 turned his head obediently.

He moved all the way to his own locker No. 29.

Just then, Yi Nanzhi's polite voice came from behind.

"Teacher Anthropologist! May I ask how Cao Lishan died?"

No. 29 was obviously still conscious. He tilted his head and remained silent for a while.

"No...no...it's...about...us..." The hoarse voice repeated these words over and over again.

Then he closed his mouth, opened the cabinet door, and climbed up himself.

It was neatly covered with white cloth.

Then he seemed to have fallen asleep, without moving a muscle.

Everyone watching this scene fell silent.

So easy to please...

And what does that mean is it's none of their business?

The sound of dragging footsteps could be heard in the distance, and No. 17, No. 41, and No. 58 also arrived one after another.

A few people stood at the end of the dead end in high spirits.

Every time the cadaver teacher came over, he would use all the words of praise he had learned during his nine years of compulsory education.

After giving them a series of witty compliments, they bowed and apologized one by one.

The tone was sincere and the attitude was genuine, like a student who had made a mistake apologizing to the teacher.

Fortunately, these three simple cadaver teachers were very receptive.

One by one, they retracted their claws and slowly crawled back to their beds.

When Yi Nanzhi asked them about the cause of Cao Lishan's death, their answers were all confusing.

If I understand correctly, the core meaning is probably that it is none of their business.

The last number 44 has not appeared yet.

No. 44 is the one taking the photo with the deceased Cao Lishan.

Yi Nanzhi and the others stood and waited for a long time, but did not hear any footsteps.

A few people bravely walked out of the corridor. It was quiet everywhere, without a sound.

Brother Yang held Sister Meng tightly and asked in a low voice, "Why is the other one not here?"

"Maybe I'm just too playful..." Yi Nanzhi was also a little confused.

After hearing Yi Nanzhi's reply, everyone was speechless for a while, and suddenly they didn't feel so scared anymore.

However, the two elevators in the lobby suddenly seemed to lose power.

There is no light and it cannot be pressed.

The fat man was a little impatient and pressed the switch desperately: "What the hell is going on!"

The door of the stairwell behind me suddenly opened with a creaky sound.

Everyone turned around with horror on their faces, and saw a pale hand reaching out from the stairwell.

The black nails grabbed the air up and down twice.

Then a crooked corpse squeezed out from the crack in the door.

There were traces of stitches all over his body.

There was a tag with the number 44 clearly hanging on his foot.

The fat man shuddered, as if he had a stress reaction, and started to apologize!

He spoke eloquently and incessantly.

However, No. 44 was not as easy to please as the previous four.

He didn't even listen to the fat man, he just rushed towards everyone with his mouth open and hands outstretched!

"Ahhhhhhh!" Sister Meng screamed in fright.

No matter how everyone apologized during the escape, No. 44 refused to listen.

He looked like he wanted to kill everyone.

The yellow-haired man covered his arm and was thinking about who to push out to die so that he could take advantage of the chaos to run up the stairs.

Yi Nanzhi next to him suddenly glanced at him indifferently.

Feeling that his intentions were discovered, the yellow-haired man immediately backed down.

He was really scared this time...

He would never have the slightest thought of revenge on Yi Nanzhi again!

Yi Nanzhi, this woman is a devil! She is just like the pretty boy next to her, both are devils!

This game is a huge loss!

Not only did he lose the S-level item, but he also lost a good brother.

Thinking of his weapon that had been shattered into pieces, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

Thinking about where to go to complain about the fraud in the system.

A system that was inexplicably accused of fraud:...

Huangmao was heartbroken and stood with everyone, covering his wound.

No. 44's movement speed and attack power are unmatched by the others.

He jumped and swooped nimbly on the floor tiles, trying to catch these hateful humans in one fell swoop.

The grey eyes gradually turned dark.

No. 44 roared a few times as if he had lost his mind.

Shen Yu's whip weapon wrapped around his waist, but No. 44 was extremely strong and broke free after five seconds.

The fat man took out his weapon, an iron ball, and smashed it hard at No. 44.

However, No. 44 stretched out his pale and smooth arm, waved it lightly, and the iron ball flew back.

Everyone tried to dodge in a hurry, and the iron ball made a small hole in the ground.

The couple's weapons were a pair of bows and arrows, but no matter how hard they shot, they could not cause any damage to No. 44's body.

The fat man gritted his teeth and said, "What the hell is this corpse made of? Why is it so awesome?"

The yellow-haired man, who had lost his weapon, gritted his teeth and hid behind everyone.

Just as No. 44’s sharp claws were about to grab Shen Yu’s face.

Yi Nanzhi took out a spatula and hit the claw that was reaching out.

The arm that was as hard as steel was actually broken at the seams under Yi Nanzhi's attack.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Mr. Anthropologist!"

Yi Nanzhi said sorry while hitting him hard again.

The arm of No. 44 was knocked away.

His arms flew in the air in a perfect arc.

"Bang!" It hit the glass window of the classroom in front.

The window glass was smashed into pieces.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it!"

Everyone was speechless.

He stood there and watched Yi Nanzhi apologize while beating No. 44 so hard that he was disoriented.

The scene around was also in chaos.

Qi Mu pinched Zhizhi's little pig's trotter and endured it again and again!

"Crack!"

With another blow, No. 44's other arm flew to the elevator door, deforming the steel door and instantly leaving a large dent.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” No. 44 howled angrily and was hit head-on again.

The distorted head rolled off the neck and fell in front of everyone.

Everyone was so scared that they stepped back.

“I’m so sorry!!!”

Yi Nanzhi, who said sorry but was ruthless, kept waving the spatula.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Several windows were shattered one after another.

After more than ten minutes of one-sided beating, No. 44 regained consciousness.

“Stop…! Stop!”