Draw a sick beauty card in the escape game

The student who was much bigger than the school doctor's face had changed in horror at this time, he opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse: "...I'm sorry, teacher!"

"I'm sorry?" The school doctor smiled lightly, and the next second he suddenly appeared in front of the students. The students had no resistance at all, and were kicked away by the school doctor, and the student's huge body was kicked out, flying several meters away, directly He broke a waist-thick tree trunk behind him on the spot.

The student spat out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to get up, but before he could stand up, he stepped on his back with one foot.

With a bang, the floor tiles under the student shattered, and his sternum was broken one by one.

Seeing that the student was still moving, the school doctor came to the student's head, bent down and grabbed the person's hair, and lifted the person's upper body up. With a bloody smile, the school doctor took out the syringe in his right hand, and the needle sank into the poor student's neck.

Without mercy, the school doctor directly injected all the liquid in the needle tube.

Severe corpse spots began to appear on the student's skin, and there seemed to be countless sulfuric acids corroding in the body, even the ghost's body could not resist.

The student screamed hoarsely, but the only sound was a strange muffled sound.

Li Yue was completely stunned, his eyes were wide open at that moment, as if he was about to faint at any moment.

Eyes flickering, Li Yue watched the school doctor approaching. The school doctor's eyes were warm and soft. He picked up Li Yao, hugged him horizontally and put him back on the hospital bed in the infirmary. He turned around and took two wet wipes. Waist gently wiped the blood on Li Yao's face.

"Do you believe what he said just now?" The school doctor smiled.

"..." Li Yao wanted to shake his head and say he didn't believe it, but what happened just now couldn't be more real.

"You can believe it." The school doctor suddenly caressed Li Yao's face gently.

Li Yao was startled, when the school doctor leaned forward to kiss her, Li Yao didn't know what to do.

This man was a monster, a monster that could easily kill him.

The school doctor was pleased when he saw Li Yao's expression on the verge of breaking down. He tilted his head and kissed Li Yue's delicate face.

The little accident here in the infirmary is over, and there are people lying all over the place in the spacious office at the Academic Affairs Office.

The bodies of those people were all twisted upside down, their arms and feet were twisted and bent artificially.

These are all ghosts, there are no human players, and Fang Yan is merciless when he does it.

After he came in, he directly asked where the digital props were, but no one answered his words, and asked him why he suddenly broke in. He didn't look like a student at all.

Fang Yan threw the materials he had collected long ago on the faces of each teacher, and he jumped onto the middle table in the Academic Affairs Office.

Standing tall on the table, Fang Yan looked around at the disgusting monsters in human skin.

"There are so many bullying incidents in the school. There are victims every year. Some people even jumped off the building and died. Even journalists came to report, but what did you do in the end?"

"You dealt with the reporter who reported it, and you dealt with the person who reported it."

"It's amazing, it's amazing! Instead of solving the problem, it directly solves the person who raised the problem. It is really efficient and fast."

Facing Fang Yan's responsibility, no one acknowledged it. A teacher asked Fang Yan: "Which class are you in? Let your head teacher come over?"

"Our homeroom teacher, I was clicked just now in the corridor outside..." Fang Yan made a gesture of scratching his neck.

"It's so lawless! Call the security guard, such a student must give a warning to the whole school!" The grade director stood up suddenly, and he took the phone on the table and was about to dial.

There was a bang, and a book was thrown over, hitting the teacher's hand accurately, knocking the phone that the teacher picked up to the ground.

Bian Nanfeng walked in from outside the door and glanced at Fang Yan who was standing on a high place. He was too high to look at each other, so he stopped looking up and walked to the left. There was an empty seat there, and Bian Nanfeng sat straight on the empty seat. Pick up a book at random, a book in English, and start reading with your head down.

The story seemed quite interesting, Bian Nanfeng looked at it seriously.

Not long after, the sound of fighting was heard in his ears, Bian Nanfeng focused on reading his story, and didn't give his surroundings any extra glances.

After the sound stopped, Fang Yan wiped the blood on his hands with a paper towel, and walked over to Bian Nanfeng while wiping.

"I haven't found it yet, did I come here by mistake?" The monsters here seemed to be very powerful one or two, but they were all just meat buns, lost to a few fists.

Zhou Xin didn't come to help. He leaned against the wall with his arms folded and looked out of the window. There were ghosts in the corridor outside and the playground downstairs chasing the players and playing games. Some escaped successfully, but most of them failed.

After the game started, such tragedies would happen almost every day. Zhou Xin has long been used to it. This is a escape game. You can form a team or fight alone. To survive, you can only rely on yourself in the end.

Seeing that Bian Nanfeng didn't reply, Fang Yan became quiet, and he stood aside and waited.

Occasionally, there was a sneak attack by a ghost, but without turning his head, he took the water glass in his hand and slammed it on the opponent's head.

Bian Nanfeng read a few stories, twisted his neck slightly, and noticed Fang Yan was standing aside waiting, and he knew what it meant by the expression on the other side.

"Look at the badges they wear!" After a simple sentence, Bian Nanfeng continued to look down at the book.

Fang Yan squinted his eyes. He didn't think of this. Sure enough, the boss is the boss, which made him admire.

After resting for a while, Fang Yan caught the ghost again, and whoever resisted, he kindly made him unable to resist. He searched for several people, but found no one with a number.

There was a teacher in the middle who hid his figure and planned to sneak attack Bian Nanfeng, but before he got close, a book hit him in the face, and the teacher screamed.

Hearing the sound, Fang Yan rushed over, knocked the ghost over with a punch, stomped on the opponent, bent over and tried to lift it up, and found the work card. Fang Yan picked it up and saw that there was a number 4.

The moment Fang Yan saw it clearly, he wanted to put down the work card and wrap it up with other things, so as not to enter a special space again.

In the next second, someone took away the work card, Fang Yan's expression changed and he was about to grab it back. When he found out that Bian Nanfeng had taken it away, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The work card was raised in front of the eyes, and the surrounding light was extremely dim. It was still the same academic affairs office, but the dull and depressing atmosphere and atmosphere were different.

"Why do they only bully you and not others? It's not because you are not good enough yourself."

"If you have no problem, who will bully you?"

"The grades are not good every day, and I am looking for trouble for the school."

"I don't think the school can teach you a student like you. Call your parents."

Bian Nanfeng was in the middle of the Academic Affairs Office, surrounded by unsympathetic and indifferent faces. They were all blaming him and the victims of bullying.

Bian Nanfeng looked down at his hands, there were bloodstains on his fingers, bloodstains from scratching.

"Occasionally there is a little friction between classmates. It's normal. It's useless for you to call the police. It delays other people's time."

"Study hard, don't do all these things."

"You each pay half of the medical expenses, so let's forget about it."

Every sentence was indifferent, Bian Nanfeng looked left and right, and every teacher seemed to say "You are weak, you deserve to be bullied", "Hurry up, get away, we don't need students like you".

Bian Nanfeng wanted to raise his hand, the presence of consciousness in this space was very weak, as if this body was not his own.

The bullied wounds burned like fire all over his body, and the anxiety was unbearable.

Bian Nanfeng suddenly laughed, and laughed twice.

The malice from the teacher made his heart tear. But at the same time, it made him feel that the fact that he is alive is more obvious. No matter what happens, living is the starting point of everything.

The space collapsed, and Bian Nanfeng returned to the Academic Affairs Office in an instant. He threw out the work card in his left hand, and Fang Yan caught it. He looked down at the number. The last one left.

With the work card in hand, Fang Yan walked towards Zhou Xin, and followed Zhou Xin's line of sight to find that his partner was looking at the infirmary in the distance.

"Go there tomorrow morning." Fang Yan squinted his eyes, it was the last place, but if it was the end, judging from Fang Yan's experience of clearing the customs many times, it was still early.

"Cough, my throat suddenly feels a little itchy, why don't you accompany me down to get some medicine later?"

Zhou Xin turned sideways and said to Fang Yan.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Fang Yanyang asked.

"I'm afraid, but as a person, the more I am afraid, the more I want to do it."

"Want to be together?"

"...I don't know if that little beauty has found anything. I hope you don't disappoint me."

Zhou Xin licked the corner of his mouth.

Fang Yan gave a casual smile, agreeing.

After the two left, Bian Nanfeng was the only one left in the Academic Affairs Office. Those teachers and grade directors who were lying on the ground were not completely dead. When they got up, they landed on all fours, crawling on the ground like wild animals, and quickly approached Bian Nanfeng.

The position where Bian Nanfeng was sitting was not close to the wall, but still some distance away from the wall, and there were weak spots in all directions.

The monsters all disappeared suddenly, and only the cold death breath remained in the air. They ran crazily and silently, and almost climbed directly onto the table. The ghosts scattered and attacked Bian Nanfeng from left, right, front, back, and above Bian Nanfeng didn't seem to notice it. He was too obsessed with reading the story. He didn't notice the approaching death threat. Pairs of cold hands approached Bian Nanfeng's body. They wanted to tear this indifferent and completely disrespectful him and ignored them bad students.

The sharp claws were about to pinch Bian Nanfeng's neck, only a few centimeters away.

Suddenly, a bottle of ink was splashed on someone's face, and the jet-black ink was splashed directly on his face, staining his face black, and at the same time making his face appear instantly.

The ghost teacher was full of surprise. He looked down at the human student who was still reading the story, and suddenly became confused. Did this person spill the ink?

The very young student with a cold face picked up the emptied glass ink bottle with one hand, he swung his right hand, and the glass bottle hit the teacher with ink all over his face.

In Bian Nanfeng's seemingly light movement, the heavy glass bottle hit the teacher's face, the glass bottle cracked, casually cut the teacher's shocked face, and cut Bian Nanfeng's finger.

The blood on the finger was mixed with the ink, the color of the blood seemed to be thicker, almost staining the ink red, glanced at it, Bian Nanfeng frowned slightly, flicked the blood grinder on his finger, Bian Nanfeng looked towards his left hand, The place was empty, but Bian Nanfeng suddenly spoke to the empty space, "Teacher, please give me some paper!"

The teacher who was suddenly yelled at was lying on the ground, stretching both hands towards Bian Nanfeng's handsome face. The sharp nails were only a few centimeters away from scratching Bian Nanfeng's face and tearing it apart.

But when he was called, the teacher had a conditioned reflex, as if his hand was contrary to his consciousness at that moment, he grabbed a box of toilet paper on the desk and handed it to Bian Nanfeng.

After pulling several tissues, Bian Nanfeng returned to the storybook that had stopped for a moment, and continued to read. His hands kept moving, and he wiped away the ink and blood on his right hand.

Even after drying, the marks are still there.

"It seems that wet wipes are more suitable. Which teacher has wet wipes? Give me two!" Bian Nanfeng threw the bloody paper in his hand into the trash can, stretched out his left hand with the palm facing up, and signaled the ghosts around him to hurry up and wet him. The meaning of towel.

The ghosts were stunned for a few seconds, especially the ghost who just offered Bian Nanfeng the tissue box. He couldn't figure out why he was so obedient to the puzzled looks from the other people around him.

But not anymore, wipes?He will send this poor human being to die.

The teacher jumped up, leaned over and jumped straight at Bian Nanfeng. Bian Nanfeng read his book without giving him an extra look.

The bloodthirsty light flashed in the teacher's eyes, this time he must die tragically, and he must scratch his overly calm handsome face.

The teacher's hand touched, but not Bian Nanfeng's face, but a stool.

A stool that was originally placed a little to the side, was hooked out by Bian Nanfeng's left foot in an instant.

Bian Nanfeng grabbed the edge of the stool with his left hand and waved upwards to block the teacher's attack.

There was a bang, and then the invisible ghost appeared.

Isn't this human being a little too powerful?

At that moment, all the teachers in the room had the same idea. There was a drinking fountain in the office, and the drinking fountain flew up out of thin air. The bucket was filled with water. The bucket broke away from the drinking fountain, and slammed down on Bian Nanfeng's head.

Bian Nanfeng stood up suddenly, tilted his head slightly, and the bucket fell to the ground from his shoulder, directly smashing a hole, and water flowed out from inside.

He just finished reading the story, so he should leave here.

Only then did Bian Nanfeng look up at the teachers in the Academic Affairs Office. Three of them could be seen. One of them was covered in ink and blood, staring at Bian Nanfeng with fierce eyes. to some contours.

There was no need to distinguish who was who, the corners of Bian Nanfeng's lips twitched.

He turned around and walked towards the door, when someone from left and right flashed over and blocked the door.

"Teacher, I should go back to class." Bian Nanfeng said.

Even if he is possessed in the body of a ten-year-old high school student, the things in Bian Nanfeng's bones still remain unchanged. It is a kind of aura and aura that belongs to him. Even if the opposite is a ghost that has lived longer than him, facing Bian Nanfeng Every now and then, he would be involuntarily intimidated by the aura emanating from his body. It was not the aura of death, but another kind of existence that made people's soul tremble.

The two teachers wanted to retreat a little bit, but immediately launched an attack. It was just an ordinary human being. It was their illusion just now. Human beings are the most fragile, and they will die if they are slightly injured and bleed.

The humans here are just a little bit stronger than others, not too powerful.

The two held such thoughts, and the end result was that their necks were pinched by a hand at the same time.

That hand lifted their bodies up. The arm, which didn't look thick, lifted the adult's body easily. The two heads hit each other hard, and they were kicked hard one after another. Several of them were broken, and they fell to the ground in pain.

Bian Nanfeng stepped on the bodies of the two and walked out the door. None of the teachers behind them dared to move and stood there in a daze.

There were quite a few students in the corridor outside the Academic Affairs Office, and each of them was splattered with varying degrees of blood. Those people saw what happened in the Academic Affairs Office, and when Bian Nanfeng approached, the crowd split from the middle in an instant, leaving a path for Bian Nanfeng. aisle.

This is not human, is it?

Are human players so powerful?

There were one or two who still didn't want to believe it. They quietly approached Bian Nanfeng from behind, wanting to sneak up on him, and then stood in front of Bian Nanfeng after stealth. The man held a pencil knife in his hand, and pointed the knife point at Bian Nanfeng's heart.

His expression is full of madness and excitement. He likes to see other people's bodies bleeding. He waited for the pencil knife to penetrate Bian Nanfeng's body. Suddenly, his knee was hit. The ghost couldn't believe what happened. He shook his body and then fell to his knees. Landing on the ground, he raised his head to look at the frosty black pupil standing in front of him, and the other hand clasped his head.

There was a strange clicking sound.

Humans passed by him, what happened?

Why can't his body move?

The ghost wanted to turn his head, but his neck had already turned half a circle, and he was behind him.

Seeing the tall and cold figure slowly going away, the ghost wanted to stop him and ask what happened.

His body fell to the right and he fell to the ground with a crash.

After leaving the Academic Affairs Office, Bian Nanfeng was walking in the corridor. The students outside saw him coming out and wanted to pounce on him, but suddenly a strange scene happened.

Bian Nanfeng laughed, a silent laugh, a weird grin, that smile floated on his face, more frightening than an extremely evil ghost.

Every time he took a step, the ghosts around him took a step back in shock.

Bian Nanfeng found that his cheeks seemed a little sticky and uncomfortable, so he wiped it with his hands, and his fingers were scarlet.

Looking at the bright red, Bian Nanfeng's eyes also seemed to be slowly turning red strangely.

Suddenly, Bian Nanfeng took out a small white bottle from his pocket. The bottle was clean and clean without any words. After unscrewing the lid, Bian Nanfeng raised his head and poured out half of the red pills, the color of blood.

Click, click, click!

He chewed every pill before swallowing slowly. This kind of pill was very bitter, but to Bian Nanfeng, his expression didn't change at all, and he even showed a smile.

After taking half a bottle of medicine, the restless blood in Bian Nanfeng's veins seemed to calm down a bit.

He continued to walk forward, there was still a dose of medicine left, which should be enough for tomorrow.