Make a fine Omega confident

Lin Xiayang was frightened by the sudden shock in front of him. His whole body was stiff and his mind went blank.No thought can come out, it seems that the thoughts are controlled.

He couldn't help but took a small step back.

Seeing Lin Xiayang's retreat, it approached even more, its pale face almost touching Lin Xiayang's head: "You-just-just-are-seeing-what-!"

Lin Xiayang could speak, he felt like he was back in the middle of the night half a month ago, and he had no ability to resist.

The loud screaming stopped suddenly.

In a silent scene, even a little bit of sound is extremely obvious.

Lin Xiayang couldn't turn his head, and could only hear Qin Ange walking a few steps forward, walking in front of him.

Qin Ange walked to the side of the female teacher who had turned into a monster, and he only reached around the female teacher's waist.

He really asked like an ordinary transfer student: "Teacher, can you hurry up? Class is about to start."

The monster's eyes drawn with crayons changed a little. Its crescent-shaped eyes turned into a line without curvature, and it turned its head to look at Qin Ange.

The monster hesitated.

The jammed radio kept spinning the tape forward, it was still stuck, so it started playing backwards.

These flowing colors are also slowly gathered.

By the time Lin Xiayang was able to act, the female teacher had returned to normal. She pointed to the warehouse next to her and said, "Go in and take it. Pay attention to the height of the table."

No wonder there was no sound of play on the playground before they knew it, and they had already followed the female teacher to a relatively remote warehouse on campus.

Lin Xiayang's feet were numb, but he was afraid that he would be targeted again and cause a change, so he raised his feet and wanted to run in, planning to move the desk away from the female teacher as soon as possible.

He overestimated himself, stepped out, and almost staggered into Qin Ange's body.

Qin Ange helped Lin Xiayang, and asked kindly, "Didn't you have breakfast again?"

Lin Xiayang: "..."

The female teacher raised her hand behind and yawned: "What's going on, I feel so tired today."

The other two teammates were less courageous than Lin Xiayang, and they hadn't communicated with each other before entering the dungeon.After experiencing the sudden change, he shrank his neck, lowered his eyebrows, and didn't dare to speak at all, for fear of unknowingly touching some restricted area.

Carrying the desk, the female teacher led them to the teaching building not far away.

After Lin Xiayang learned his lesson, he didn't dare to cast his eyes randomly, and he was very focused on walking.Qin Ange also poked Lin Xiayang with his elbow halfway to talk to him, Lin Xiayang directly slapped Qin Ange's hand off, and warned Qin Ange not to act rashly with his eyes.

He was a bit ashamed of being frightened just now, taking advantage of the fact that there is no danger now, Lin Xiayang strode up to Qin Ange, as if he would be particularly powerful as long as he walked fast.

The thirteenth class going to class is in the corner of the campus.

Lin Xiayang stood on the first floor and looked up. For some reason, the teaching building with only six floors looked extremely tall. A tree of unknown species was planted in the U-shaped depression of the teaching building.

Judging from the scenery and the clothes of the surrounding people, it should be late autumn.

The tree has no leaves and is covered with pale pink flowers.

It looks pretty from a distance.

Then, Lin Xiayang followed the female teacher and approached the tree.

The trunk of this tree is pitch black, and what grows on the tree are not flowers at all... but dense moths.

Lin Xiayang's scalp was numb, and the lower parts of these moths had already dissolved on the tree, just like real flowers growing on the tree.They are still alive, and when they flap their wings, they seem to be blown by the wind.

Lin Xiayang lowered his head, not daring to look any further.He calmly slowed down and walked quietly behind Qin Ange.

Of course, Qin Ange noticed the small details of Lin Xiayang. He glanced over his head and felt that Lin Xiayang was as timid as a mouse, but he liked the pretense of a fox and a tiger the most.Like a sugar cake stuffed with sesame seeds, the filling is revealed as soon as the bottom is bought, and he can't see it himself, so he thinks it's perfect.

Class One and Thirteen was on the fifth floor, and Lin Xiayang followed her up. The female teacher stepped on her high heels, her voice echoing in the corridor-like stairs.

The number plate of Class [-] was hung by the window, and the female teacher pushed the door open and told them to come in.

If it wasn't for the tree and the scary female teacher just now, Lin Xiayang must have thought this was an ordinary high school.

This classroom is not big, and there are not many students in it. There are less than 30 people at a glance.There are men and women, and most of them sit very casually.There was a male teacher standing on the podium. He was wearing a brown shirt and a black vest. His white hair was neatly combed back, and there was a mole on his temple.

All eyes were on the door, at the four "transfer students" standing at the door.

Lin Xiayang glanced at the crowd, and focused on the last window seat in the classroom, which was vacant.

The window was open, and the dark curtains were not fastened, and occasionally floated up.

Only this seat was vacant. Lin Xiayang noticed this and wanted Qin Ange to go see it too.He turned his head and found that Qin Ange was also looking there, and turned his gaze away after a while.

The female teacher smiled at the male teacher standing on the podium, helped close the door and left.

After the female teacher left, the male teacher smiled and clapped his hands, and the students below also clapped sparsely:

"Then let the new students introduce themselves first!"

He was smiling, but the corners of his mouth curved in a strange way, almost reaching behind his ears.He pursed his lips, as if something was about to come out of his mouth.

"Shall we communicate, students?" the male teacher covered his mouth and said.

Seeing the strange expression on the male teacher's face, who dares to speak.

Lin Xiayang's remaining two teammates were also very nervous. From the corner of his eye, Lin Xiayang could see their tense jaws. The veins on the boy's forehead were bulging, as if he had reached his limit.

The four of them did not speak, and the classroom remained silent.

Lin Xiayang was still hugging the table. He couldn't stand still and couldn't help shaking it.

The male teacher noticed him, and almost instantly, he was in front of Lin Xiayang.

The male teacher rolled his tongue and asked vaguely: "This classmate..."

Lin Xiayang looked into his eyes. The male teacher's eyes were brown with vertical pupils.

All in all, not eyes that humans can have.

This time it is not as scary as the female teacher, he can still move.Lin Xiayang thought that Qin Ange was still standing beside him, so he wanted to stare back stiffly.

He persisted for three seconds, then got scared again, blinked and shrank back.

The male teacher narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you from town K too? I heard that there was an inextinguishable fire there, and everyone in the town died."

Lin Xiayang nodded indiscriminately.

The male teacher smiled, and he showed a kind smile: "You are frightened, there is no god's blessing in a fringe place like F town, it is normal to encounter such a thing."

"Don't be afraid, the gods will bless you." The male teacher said.

He looked even weirder, with a contented smile on his face.

Everything here is strange in the tranquility, the normal is intertwined with the abnormal, and there is a sense of disobedience everywhere. If you really want to say it, you can only describe it as chaos.

Because the sense of reality is too strong, Lin Xiayang never feels like playing a game, which is part of reality.

Lin Xiayang was arranged at the end of the classroom, Qin Ange sat on his left, and the other two teammates sat on Lin Xiayang's right.

The first class in the morning was taught by this male teacher, and there was no timetable written on the blackboard.Lin Xiayang looked at it, and it felt like ordinary high school mathematics content, and his mind would automatically wander after a while.

The unknown female teammate next to him sent a note from the male teammate next to him. He tore it out of a newly received textbook and wrote two lines from top to bottom:

"My name is Wang Hang, Class [-], Grade [-], Logistics Department." This is the male teammate.

"Song Yuyang, Class [-], Grade [-], Auxiliary Department." This is a female teammate.

This was a simple exchange, and Lin Xiayang and Qin Ange also reported their families.

Wang Hang wrote: "What's going on? It's different from my previous copy."

Lin Xiayang wrote very succinctly: "After all, it is a special copy."

Song Yuyang also noticed the vacant seat by the window: "The empty seat in the fifth row and fifth column belongs to Chris? He is dead? The task is to find the cause of his death?!"

Her attention tended to the title of the dungeon, and she wanted to find some clues quickly.

Lin Xiayang: "I also feel like, you can ask after class, these students seem to be quite normal." This is what it looks like so far.

Wang Hang took the note and wrote: "Let's have a look again, don't ask, if Chris is already dead, he will scare the snake away."

When Lin Xiayang and the others had a heated discussion, Qin Ange didn't say a word.From Lin Xiayang's point of view, it seemed that he was really in class.

Lin Xiayang put his hand under the drawer and pulled the zipper of Qin Ange's school uniform jacket.

Qin Ange turned his head and heard Lin Xiayang ask in a low voice, "Which one do you think is Chris?"

Qin Ange watched Lin Xiayang remain silent, and after a while, he suddenly smiled.

Qin Ange reached out and knocked on the classmates in the front classroom.

This is a boy with flaxen hair, clear outline, and a little delicate appearance.When he turned around, Lin Xiayang noticed that he also had a pair of blue eyes.There were some small freckles on the boy's face, he shrank and asked, "What's the matter, new classmate?"

Qin Ange grinned and asked, "Your name is Chris, right? Can you lend me a pen? I didn't bring anything."

Chris nodded, took out a pen from the schoolbag in the drawer and handed it to Qin Ange.

After Qin Ange said thank you, he turned his attention to Lin Xiayang: "This."

Lin Xiayang was very surprised, he asked in surprise: "How do you know?!"

Qin Ange put his index finger on his lips: "Shhh!"

He adjusted his position, and then whispered to Lin Xiayang, "Look at my eyes."

Lin Xiayang obediently turned his head to the side, looking into the eyes of Qin Ange who was facing the blackboard.

Qin Ange's pupils are pitch-black, like a bottomless deep pool, in which Lin Xiayang's figure and the classroom's——

There is no living person in this classroom!

On the edge of the podium, was a huge browned chameleon, almost the size of a man.It was wearing human clothes, leather shoes on its feet, and even a tie for itself.

For the rest of the students, their heads all grew backwards.

In Qin Ange's eyes, these people were looking at the four of them with reversed faces.

Their eye sockets were empty, and there was nothing, as if the eyes had been gouged out with a spoon.

These people stared at the four of them with eyeless eye sockets.

Among these people, only the person sitting in front of Qin Ange is normal, that is, Chris.He was lying prone on the table worrying about today's homework. He was probably the only one among all the people who was really listening to Teacher Chameleon's class.

It is not difficult to wonder why Qin Ange recognized Chris at a glance.

Lin Xiayang shut his mouth, sat up straight, and froze again.

With a blank mind, he slowly turned around and faced the blackboard.

Qin Ange turned around the pen he borrowed from Chris, and said, "When they stop looking at us, go ask Song Yuyang and Wang Hang."

"Maybe, what they see occasionally is not the same as ours."