High school science students save the world

Lu Weiming's hand shook, and he threw the comb into the water.

The water was not deep, just above his knees, he gritted his teeth and jumped into the water to pick up the comb.

Song Ci sneered and said, "Man..."

In fact, she wanted to say: "This is really a world where yin flourishes and yang declines." By the way, she laughed at such a high-ranking official like Lu Weiming.

However, she had just finished sighing and hadn't delivered her long speech. A voice echoed her, followed by another voice, densely packed next to each other.

"Man..."

"Man..."

"Man..."

The head in the water opened its eyes and opened its mouth, and said in unison, "Man..."

The worthless man trembled, and the comb he just picked up fell into the water again.

The heads of seven women, they chanted like a chant: "Men..."

Lu Weiming was stunned for two seconds and suddenly let out a ghostly cry, jumped onto the shore with a stride, looked at them for a while with trembling lips, and then said, "Oh, fuck..."

Song Ci walked a little closer and looked at them through the clear water.

"Who are you?" she asked them.

"Who are we?" asked one of the heads.

"I don't know." The other head replied.

"We are dead." Another head replied.

"How can the dead talk?"

"Why can't the dead speak?"

"Women killed by their husbands can speak."

"Husband..."

……

Song Ci heard them chirping and chatting, but couldn't get in for a while.

Tan Zheng walked to the river, hesitated for a while and said, "...do you want to fish them up?"

Lu Weiming looked at him with a pale face as if he was watching a ghost.

Tan Zheng couldn't help touching his nose: "I've been soaking in the water...wouldn't it be uncomfortable..."

Yang Yan sighed behind him, threw off his shoes, rolled up his trousers, picked up a head, and put it on the shore.

"Thank you," said the head.

Tan Zheng also went into the water to fish, and Song Ci, only Lu Weiming took two steps back silently, seeing the seven neatly arranged heads on the shore, he felt his stomach churn.

The seven heads talked about themselves one by one: their husband was a bandit, and today he picked up a beautiful woman and killed them all under the woman's instigation.

Song Ci curled her lips and said, "Scum."

Lu Weiming twitched the corners of his mouth, pressed his temples fiercely, and said after a while of consideration: "You don't care...then what, can human heads talk?"

Song Ci gave him a white look: "Is there any common sense in this world?"

No.

This is the world that was created.

It has its own set of rules and common sense in operation, and the logic in the original world cannot be applied to it at all.

The hair on the human head is very long.They may have been beauties in the past, but they have been in the backcountry for a long time without makeup, not to mention that they are now human heads, the uneven incision on the neck has turned white and curled outward, and the pale texture can be seen. The blood trickling like a snake is really beautiful and limited.

It was such a weird head who heard Song Ci's words and suddenly said, "Yes."

"It makes sense."

One of the heads tried desperately to lift his head up, but failed, so he had to turn his eyes up, revealing a large area of ​​white, which made Lu Weiming groan.

The head said: "If you see an owl, please greet it in a friendly way. It is the common sense and law of this world."

Yang Yan narrowed his eyes: "Owl?"

"Yes, Owl."

The other head cried out in a low voice: "Oh, what have we said! We are dead. Please bury us."

The other six heads suddenly shouted "bury it" and "bury it" anxiously, as if something bad would happen later.

In fact, Yang Yan is not too clear-headed now, but he looked at Tan Zheng's profile, which outlined a golden silhouette under the setting sun, with a tall nose bridge, lips, and eyes.

Qin Zheng's eyes were very big. When the sunlight hit him like this, it was as if a golden ball was burning in his pupils until it turned into a pool of radiant water, dripping into his heart bit by bit.

Too strange.Yang Yan looked at Tan Zhengchu's calm side face and thought.

He has something to hide from me.

Yang Yan already knew that Qin Zheng had something to hide from him.However, everyone has privacy, not to mention people like them who are full of stories, Yang Yan is not too interested in prying into his secrets.

But today is different.

Maybe it's because the golden daylight is too dazzling, or maybe the scene of seven heads chattering is too absurd, Yang Yan's sense of incongruity that can't be ignored is infinitely magnified.

It's not just Qin Zheng, but something bigger and bigger is hiding something from him.

Just when he felt that he was about to lose his head, Tan Zheng looked back at him.

"what happened to you?"

Tan Zheng put the back of his hand on his forehead, and the sudden enlargement of his hand startled him, and what made him even more startled was that Tan Zheng pressed his forehead against him.

Yang Yan: "..."

In the next second, the two furry heads separated.

Qin Zheng said inexplicably, "Your face is very red, I thought you had a fever, are you okay?"

Yang Yan swallowed the "hehe" in his heart, and said calmly, "It's the sun, you're wrong."

Then he turned around calmly and quickly.

Facing him was a girl from Song Ci with a strange smile on her face.

Miss Song Ci clapped her hands with two dimples on her face: "Enough flirting?"

Yang Yan: "..."

Tan Zheng: "Those heads...?"

Song Ci snorted and said, "It's all buried—when you were being nympho and gay."

Lu Weiming still had a pale face, as if losing the comb and facing the head had dealt an inhumane mental blow to him.

He glanced at the three of them, and said listlessly: "Let's go, there is a house ahead."

Sure enough, there is a house.

It's a log cabin.

There was a man chopping firewood in front of the wooden house. The moment he saw them, he turned around nimbly and slapped Lu Weiming fiercely.

Lu Weiming dodged shortly and at the same time shouted meanly: "What a nimble fat man!"

The man understood, he yelled and swung his ax straight down on Lu Weiming, but was stopped by the voice inside the room.

"stop!"

As the voice fell, the wooden door opened, and a woman in a gorgeous kimono stood inside, frowning at the man.

The woman was so beautiful, not only Lu Weiming, but even Song Ci couldn't help being taken aback when seeing her.

The woman's eyes swept over each of them. When she saw Yang Yan, she twitched her eyes, smiled coquettishly, and ran out to hold Yang Yan's hand.

"This is my guest," the woman yelled at the man, turning her head and frowning again, "If you are rude to my guest, I will not be your wife!"

The man froze for a moment, then lowered his head and said hello like a child who was at a loss.

"They will live here for a while." The woman took Yang Yan's hand and entered the room, and the other three quickly followed.

The woman distributed a mat to each of them. Yang Yan sat on the mat, feeling very weird, and couldn't help changing his posture. However, sitting cross-legged was also uncomfortable, so he had to change another one.

The woman poured tea for them and said with a smile, "It's our first meeting, I'm Huaye."

Without waiting for others to say hello to her, the woman suddenly leaned her head closer and said to Yang Yan in a low voice: "Are you the lucky one?"

Yang Yan was taken aback: "...Yes...Probably..."

The woman propped her chin and sighed: "The best luck? Obviously the worst luck. You shouldn't be here—at least you shouldn't be the first ones here."

As she said that, she giggled by herself, and moved a little closer to Yang Yan. Qin Zheng took Yang Yan's hand quickly, and the woman covered her red lips for a moment, her eyes turned slightly.

Lu Weiming hurriedly interjected and said politely: "What do you live here, please."

The woman smiled and shook her head, closed the door and went to cook.

The four of them looked at each other in silence.

Song Ci pushed open the window, cast a disgusted glance at them and turned to look at the scenery.

Tan Zheng had honestly withdrawn his hand, but Yang Yan stared at his palm in a daze.

Seeing them like this, Lu Weiming sighed deeply, as if he finally understood the helpless eyes his father looked at him back then.

He clenched his fist and put it on his lips and coughed twice. Seeing that they were all looking at him, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't be so lazy like a retiree... Do you know where we are?"

Song Ci: "Isn't it in 'Fire Seed'?"

Lu Weiming: "Of course it is in 'Fire Seeds'. But this world is not random and unpredictable. It has a template, and this template happens to be a novel."

Tan Zheng suddenly looked up at him: "Under the Blooming Cherry Blossom Forest?"

Looking at Tan Zheng, Yang Yan always felt that the two of them looked very uneducated.

Lu Weiming nodded: "Yes. Little Japanese devil's stuff. It's about a bandit who robs a beautiful woman to be his wife, obeys her and even kills six wives and concubines - leaving one as a maid. But the women longed for the life in the capital, so they moved to the capital, and the bandits cut off the heads of various people every day to play with the women.

The head of a monk, the head of a beautiful girl, the head of a playboy... Women play house with their heads every day.Later, the bandit decided to go back to the mountains, and the woman had to go back with her. "

Lu Weiming paused, and frowned as if remembering something bad: "However, when passing under the tree in the cherry blossom forest, the bandit suddenly went berserk and strangled the woman as a ghost."

The author has something to say: "Under the Blooming Cherry Blossom Forest" Introduction:

There used to be a place of terror under the cherry blossom trees in ancient times.If you are going to Suzuka Ridge, you must pass through the cherry blossom forest halfway up the mountain.It is said that when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, passers-by will go crazy when they pass under the flowers.When the place gradually became extinct, a bandit lived here.He had seven stolen wives.The bandits were supposed to kill without batting an eyelid, yet they were afraid of that cherry blossom.He has always been thinking about those cherry blossoms. Every year when the flowers bloom, he will deliberately avoid walking through the cherry blossom forest, and it has passed like this year after year.

Once a bandit robbed a couple.Originally, he only intended to take away the burden and the woman, but the moment he kicked the man down, he saw the woman's face.It was a woman as beautiful as a female Bodhisattva. For some reason, the bandit killed the man.The woman asked him to kill the other seven wives.In the silence of blood splashing, the bandit also felt fear.The woman stands indifferently, facing her beauty, the fear disappears without a trace.This feeling is so similar to being in the cherry blossom forest - the bandit doesn't know where and how similar, he can only feel these.This is a wayward woman.Her requirements for combs and hairpins are so strict that even the food is not allowed to go beyond the capital.The bandit marveled at her carefully sculpted beauty.He became the magician's assistant and was willing to dedicate himself to this magic.The woman said: "If you are really a capable man, take me to the capital." So the bandit decided to move to the capital.However, he has his mind: in two or three days, the cherry blossoms will be in full bloom.The woman offered to ask him to take her with her, but he refused.The bandit set off for the cherry blossom forest alone.Under the blooming cherry blossoms, chills came from all directions, and in the void, he cried, prayed, struggled, and finally ran away.The bandits lived in the capital.

The woman asked him to kill and steal for her, and cut off the man's head to bring to her.Women use these heads to play house: the head took the servant out for a walk.In addition, the leader and his family members came to visit the leader.Miss Qianjin's head was deceived by Dai Nayan's head.There were maggots crawling on the head, and the bones were rotting and falling off, the woman giggled.The head of the monk, the head of the beautiful girl, and the head of the young prince and grandson who was afraid of the loneliness of the girl's head.When the capital no longer made him feel novelty, what was left was just not getting used to it.The bandit is bored, even killing people makes him tired.He seemed to understand the woman's feelings: instead of living with them, these people in the capital would rather live with their severed heads.Women's desires are flying with the wind, but men are heavy and clumsy birds.The bandit stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the sky of the capital.The sky lightened and darkened, but there was nothing at the end of it.Killing this woman will stop the endless alternation of light and dark in the sky, and he will be relieved.Could it be that woman is me?Am I the little bird that flits across the sky?Isn't killing a woman the same as killing myself?The bandits wandered in the mountains for several days, and finally decided to go back to the mountains.He told the woman to go back to the mountains.The woman wants to stay in the capital, because she has made a life of collecting heads, but the only one who can bring her heads is the bandit, so she agrees to go back to the mountains with him until the bandit's homesickness is cured.

In front of you are the mountains of the past.On the day they snatched her, the bandits carried the woman behind their backs in the same way.But today's happiness is more abundant than before.The bandit did not forget the blooming of the cherry blossom forest, but only today, the blooming cherry blossoms did not scare him.The bandit walked into the cherry blossom forest in full bloom.The woman's hands gradually became cold, and the bandit became uneasy.Suddenly he knew that the woman turned out to be a devil——an old witch with a big purple face and a big face clinging tightly to his back.He strangled the devil's throat frantically.

When the bandit found out that the woman he strangled to death was nothing more than that woman, his strength and thoughts froze at the same time.All the fear and anxiety disappeared, and he sat down for the first time under the blooming cherry blossoms.He can sit there for as long as he wants.Because he has nowhere to go.No one knows the secret of the cherry blossoms in full bloom.Maybe that's the so-called "solitude", because the bandit no longer needs to be afraid of loneliness.He looked around—a void filled with endless emptiness.After a while, he felt something warm - the pain in his own chest.He wanted to pick the petals off her face.However, the petals were still there, and her body gradually disappeared, and his hands and body that brushed the petals away for her also disappeared.