triple world

"At this time, we have to do something special." Someone said so.

Because Fu Yan and Gu Wensheng entered the classroom early at the beginning, they didn't say anything when they knew the time was half an hour past, the dozen or so people in the classroom who were late were quite resentful towards them.

In front of them, the boundary between painting and photograph is blurred.

How could such a picture be real? No matter where they thought about it, they firmly believed that it was a painting.

But for Fu Yan, who had the standard answer, there was no suspense at all whether it was a painting or a photo.

The two "special" people simply ignored the person who spoke.

Fu Yan reiterated his answer, and Gu Wensheng, who was rushing to answer, was so active and eager to learn that the white-haired man couldn't find any fault at all. Only the one who spoke up was punished again for disrupting classroom discipline.

The same question was thrown to the girl behind Fu Yan, who gritted her teeth and stood by Fu Yan's side.

The white-haired man said coldly with a dark face: "Three points for you three!"

The little girl's face turned pale, her body was on the verge of falling, and she was very panicked.

There were two other people like her, both of whom were deducted three points.

The class continued, and the white-haired man asked several more questions, such as "What is the name of this painting?", "What do you see in this painting?", "How does it feel?" After a few minutes they added a few points, but were deducted more than 20 points.

During this period of time, those people looked at Fu Yan and Gu Wensheng with increasingly weird eyes, as if they saw something in them that did not belong to normal people.

It was as if when the white-haired man asked them how they felt about this painting, many people said they were afraid and horrible, but Gu Wensheng stood up and said "art" with a blank expression. The natural look looks like a pervert.

The white-haired man's face was full of hatred. Some of his students failed his expectations, which made him angry.

"Tell me, what do you think she was thinking when she died?" The white-haired man stood in front of Gu Wensheng's desk, staring at him intently.

Perhaps it was because he had heard about Gu Wensheng from his brother a long time ago, and the involuntary resentment in his heart made him start targeting Gu Wensheng, pointing to him for almost every question.

Gu Wensheng looked away from Fu Yan, but his palm was still wrapped around Fu Yan's fingers. A few minutes ago, he saw Fu Yan's left little finger twitch slightly, and subconsciously grabbed his hand.

The photo was still there, Gu Wensheng glanced at the little girl's dark eyes, looked directly at the white-haired man and said calmly: "She should be thinking that it is a commendable thing to be able to die on such a rainy night."

Fu Yan knew that he was talking nonsense with his eyes open, but the others didn't know.

Gu Wensheng, who said such words with a blank face, looked more dangerous than the white-haired man with his delicate little face.

From the beginning to the present, Fu Yan and Gu Wensheng's answers are completely different from those of others. Several people who followed them from the beginning also wondered if they made the wrong choice, but some people found something wrong.

The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became extremely weird.

It has to be said that Gu Wensheng's words were the white-haired man's heartfelt words.

He knew that the little boy in front of him was not simple, but the feeling that all the plans and all the steps were understood was really uncomfortable.

No wonder his restless younger brother held so much resentment.

The little boy didn't care about his eyes at all, he didn't take him seriously at all, and he wasn't afraid of him, except that he was decent when answering questions, and his tone was not at all respectful.

The white-haired man is used to this kind of treatment. A group of people who want to pass the customs control their emotions, clearly afraid that he will die, but pretend to be nonchalant and flattering.

This kid is different, and he just doesn't care.

Now he pays more attention to the man beside him, to see if he is not feeling well, and if he is feeling better now.

The white-haired man didn't plan to do anything to the child, he was a little irritable for no reason, and doing so might cause him a headache.

He never did what he wasn't supposed to do when this premonition arose.

But there was also anger in his heart. If he didn't do something, his younger brother might be angry with him too.

The white-haired man's eyes fell on Gu Wensheng's side, Fu Yan's body, and the malicious gaze made Fu Yan's body shiver in an instant.

"What about you? Tell the teacher what your answer is." The white-haired man asked.

Fu Yan raised his head, he is much better now, even if he looks at it again, he will not lose his composure like before.

He gave the same answer as Gu Wensheng.

Before, such an answer was feasible, but this time, the white-haired man shook his head, with a little excitement on his face, and everyone saw the signs of trouble.

"You should have your own ideas, don't blindly imitate others, speak your mind." He said.

He insisted on asking Fu Yan to express his thoughts, or this was a different kind of trouble making, this time it was not so easy to pass.

Seeing this scene, Gu Wensheng frowned slightly.

Before Fu Yan could answer, the white-haired man waved his hand, and said without hesitation: "A good student can't always learn from others, since you don't know, then take another look, and then tell me the question Is the answer okay?"

A bad premonition came to his mind, Fu Yan had no time to refuse, nor did he have time to speak, the white-haired man's pointer made a soft sound on the table, and he couldn't hear anything.

There is the sound of overwhelming rain.

The pouring rain almost covered the whole world, only the sound of rain falling on the ground was left in the whole world, and nothing else could be heard. For a moment, Fu Yan only felt that his ears began to buzz.

Countless raindrops hit his body, and his body was aching. Under the erosion of the rain, the temperature of his flesh and blood gradually became cold, until it was cold to the bone. Fu Yan couldn't restrain himself and began to tremble.

The rain was so heavy that he could hardly even open his eyes, so he could barely cover them with his hands and opened them slightly to see a small area in front of him.

This is an open space with no vegetation or stones. It is completely different from the classroom he stayed in before. There is only brown soil beaten by rain, mixed with dirty colors.

But Fu Yan knew where he was now.

He is in that picture.

Fu Yan turned around, squinted his eyes and saw a tree trunk in his narrow field of vision.

The reason why he appeared here was probably the trick of the white-haired man.

[The little girl who died in the storm] With the extreme disgust it brought to people, this photo made it difficult for those who participated in this game world with Fu Yan to accept it.

Fu Yan and Gu Wensheng's answers were what the white-haired man didn't want to see. He asked Fu Yan to appear here because he wanted Fu Yan to be psychologically defeated in this scene, and then he could say the answer he hoped for.

Fu Yan knew that he looked up, but he slowly raised his head, and the scene that should have been blocked by the rain curtain was displayed in front of him very clearly.

The young girl stood hugging the tree trunk, her swollen legs washed by the rain were bloody and bloody, and all the blood was wiped away by the rainstorm the moment it flowed out.

Her eyes were wide open, but she couldn't see anything.

death.

This is the second time Fu Yan has come into contact with it so closely.

The sound of rain could no longer be heard, and Fu Yan's eyes met those of the little girl. Fear, panic, regret, and bewilderment flowed out of those dark eyes and poured into Fu Yan's body.

The owner of those eyes has died, but the remaining consciousness at the last moment of life still gathers in the eye sockets.

Fu Yan's body was cold, but his chest was in burning pain. He clenched his palms tightly, and he didn't feel his nails sinking into his flesh. The rain was stained red.

***

The second after the white-haired man finished speaking, Fu Yan closed his eyes.

Gu Wensheng discovered this situation at the first time, but he couldn't get a response from the other party.

He knew that it was the white-haired man who made the move, but he told himself that Fu Yan was not as fragile as he thought, and this little thing wouldn't bother him.

However, at the next moment, he couldn't persuade himself like this anymore.

Fu Yan's body gradually became icy cold, his face turned pale, his brows became a little fragile, and his whole body began to tremble.

Gu Wensheng didn't know what was wrong with him, he began to worry.

This man has not been with him for a long time, but he does not reject the other party's closeness, nor can he bear the other party's being in crisis. This kind of emotion makes him extremely irritable.

Various reasons turned around in his mind, and finally he thought, maybe it was because this man treated him well for no reason, but he saw the shadows of others in himself, but he got what he needed.

Gu Wensheng raised his head. The white-haired man was still smiling happily at this time, but his smile gradually froze. He looked at the face of the child in front of him and felt a little flustered for no reason.

Gu Wensheng said, "Teacher, what did you do to him?"

The corner of the white-haired man's mouth twitched, and he said unnaturally: "He may not have really understood the painting, so I asked him to take another look."

Fu Yan fell on the table, and Gu Wensheng held his hand, which was not warm at all, as if it had fallen on a piece of ice, which chilled his heart.

Gu Wensheng closed his eyes, there was nothing wrong with the behavior of the white-haired man.

Not only are their behaviors restricted by the rules issued by the mirror, these people walking around in the game world are also subject to certain restrictions. If he can do this, it means that there is nothing wrong with his behavior, but Fu Yan is not lucky. Good to be chosen.

Gu Wensheng lowered his head and shook both hands.

Fu Yan's slender fingers should have been very attractive, but now, perhaps because of the cold, the fingertips are pale and bloodless.

He didn't speak, but the white-haired man was a little flustered.

***

Fu Yan stood under the tree, his eyes fixed on the girl, unable to dodge at all.

Until he suddenly felt a little warmth in his palm, which gave him a little strength to break free.