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The two girls standing behind Lan Qiaoyi looked at each other in blank dismay.

Xiaoxiao endured and endured, and finally said:

"Sister Yangmei, why didn't I know that I was so lucky? Go to the teacher's office to answer a question, and you can even bump into a copy of the clue."

Yang Mei's expression was a little serious, she put her fingers up on her lips, and said coldly:

"Be careful, this dungeon will never be so simple."

Lan Qiaoyi saw that there was something wrong with Lin Yuanze's expression at this time, he frowned, and the previous playful gesture disappeared completely at this time.

The boy frowned and looked at the students in the classroom who stood up at this time, and said:

"You should all have heard the news broadcast on the radio just now."

"Who are you guys? Why did a murderer appear on campus as soon as you came in?"

Just now that yellow hair said in a bad tone.

Hearing this, Lin Yuanze was taken aback for a moment, as if about to be laughed out of anger, he snorted coldly, and looked coldly at the students who were wary of him.

"Are your brains caught between the cracks in the door? You didn't hear the broadcast, did you say that a murderer appeared in the school? Now you are still questioning our identity..."

The boy looked at several students, especially the yellow-haired one, full of sarcasm.

"Have we got an ax in our hand?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of those students looking at Huang Mao changed a little, and the other party seemed to realize his stupidity, and he shouted from embarrassment in an instant:

"Whatever you want, anyway, I don't believe in that shitty broadcast."

It's just that Lin Yuanze didn't care about his words. He turned his head to look at the other students who didn't speak from the beginning to the end, and said:

"Now we need everyone's help. We need to arrange the desks and chairs and pile them behind the door of the classroom to prevent the murderer from violently destroying the door and coming in to wipe us out."

As soon as these words came out, the students looked at these four people who were calm and calm from the beginning to the end, and their trust in them reached the peak. Several girls nodded hurriedly and said:

"We believe in you and will do as you say."

Even though Huang Mao was still ridiculing their stupidity, they ignored them.

Soon, with everyone's concerted efforts, most of the desks and chairs in the classroom were piled up behind the gate, and the rest were placed in the corner of the classroom, and a large vacuum zone appeared in the middle.

"What should we do now?" said the black-haired boy who worked the hardest while moving the desk.

Just as Lin Yuanze was about to say something, he suddenly heard a violent knock on the door.

The sound of "咚咚咚——" was enough to make several people in the classroom understand how flustered the people outside were at this moment.

At this time, several girls couldn't help hugging each other in fright, and they said with trembling voices:

"Did the people outside come to ask for help? Should we open the door?"

The yellow-haired one who didn't move with everyone before shook his head fiercely at this moment, he deliberately lowered his voice, his somewhat hoarse voice combined with the violent impact outside the door, looked extremely scary.

"Are you all crazy? Let him in now, who knows if there is a murderer outside."

Xiaoxiao said with some dissatisfaction at this time:

"There is glass on the door, just look at it and you'll know."

The yellow hair sneered.

"Would you go and tell him we're in there and tell him to smash the door down and come in and kill us?"

As soon as these words came out, those students who had originally supported Xiaoxiao kept silent. They turned their eyes to the classroom door blocked by desks and chairs. There was not only obvious fear in their eyes, but also a faint guilty conscience.

An indistinct scream outside the door sounded at this moment:

"Help me, please help me—!"

The voice was indistinguishable, and for a moment, the hearts of the survivors in the classroom trembled.

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the boy beside him with some helplessness. Lin Yuanze's complexion was gloomy at this time, and the irritability between his brows was clearly visible, but when the boy looked over, he immediately restrained his expression and comforted him softly. :

"Don't be afraid, pretty, I promised my brother that I will protect you."

The knocking on the door outside the classroom became weaker and weaker, but the shrill screams became louder and louder, even with some faint crying.

Yang Mei frowned, and said to Lin Yuanze:

"We can't just ignore death like this, let's find a way to save her."

The boy looked at the silent classmates in the classroom, glanced at the only yellow hair who objected, and finally gritted his teeth:

"……save."

Lan Qiaoyi saw Lin Yuanze waving, and the tall black-haired boy followed him, and the rest of the girls hid in the corner.

Several pairs of eyes were fixed on the two people who were gradually walking towards the door of the classroom.

Lan Qiaoyi originally wanted to follow the other party, but the boy stopped him:

"Xiaomei, be good, stay here and don't move."

He still wanted to say something, but the smile on the side grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Qiao Qiao, you should listen to Lin Yuanze and stay with us."

Yang Mei, who was standing next to him, looked calmly, with a hint of vigilance in his expression, staring closely at the two boys who were moving back the desks and chairs.

When the last desk was also removed, the knocking on the door suddenly stopped, and Lin Yuanze turned his head to look at Lan Qiaoyi.

The color of that eye is unclear.

"Student, are you okay?"

The black-haired boy was the first to speak, and before he could continue asking, there was another violent knock on the door, which was mixed with an indistinct cry for help. tremble.

"Help, save me... He, he is coming—!"

The boy was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously raised his hand to hit the door latch, and pushed the door open without waiting for Lin Yuanze to stop him.

It was quiet outside the corridor.

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly saw Lin Yuanze's frown, and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart.

Yang Mei took the lead to pass him and walked towards the door of the classroom, and the young man followed closely behind him, his pace a little hurried.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the black-haired boy who was the first to go out suddenly turn around, with a little panic in his expression, Lin Yuanze's face changed, and he raised his hand to pull the black-haired boy's wrist.

But at this moment, a sound of "噗嗤——" was heard.

For a moment, Lan Qiaoyi's eyes were filled with scarlet blood.

He looked at the sharp ax blade protruding from that classmate's chest, and in the copy of [Nv Huai], the viscous blood flowing down from the ax held by the executioner instantly appeared in his mind.

The boy's heart tightened, and he subconsciously shouted:

"Lin Yuanze—"

The boy said without looking back:

"do not come."

The figure of the black-haired boy fell slowly in the eyes of several people in the classroom. Seeing this, several girls huddled in the corner screamed instantly.

Lan Qiaoyi feels that the world is full of noise, and the only thing that wakes him up is the voice of 039 in his head:

[It is detected that the cooling time of the item has expired, content extraction: English words. ]

The boy instantly clenched the slightly hot ballpoint pen in his hand, and saw the curly-haired boy suddenly appearing at the door of the classroom.

Lin Yuanze watched the boy with the ax walk into the classroom with a wary expression. He raised his eyes and glanced at the classroom, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Oh, there are so many little mice waiting to be slaughtered."

Lan Qiaoyi saw Yang Mei raised his hand and threw something, but at this moment his whole body trembled. He knew that the other party had received a warning not to use the item.

At this moment, everyone in the classroom was defenseless.

The crisis is imminent.

At this moment, the curly-haired boy suddenly got into trouble. He jumped over the corpse lying on the ground and swung his ax to chop Yangmei.

The girl was startled, unable to dodge in time, she stepped back subconsciously, and Lan Qiaoyi met the executioner's eyes.

In desperation, Lin Yuanze's pupils shrank, and reflexively rushed towards Lan Qiaoyi.

At this moment, the boy suddenly saw a smile on the chestnut-haired boy's lips, and a bad thought flashed in his heart.

In the next second, the sharp ax blade turned around and faced Lin Yuanze who was running.

The slightly cold light on his face reflected the boy's calm and eager face.

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[Note: Due to the huge energy consumption this time, the cooling time of the props will be doubled. ]

Lan Qiaoyi stood in the classroom blankly. He slightly lowered his head to look at the ordinary ballpoint pen in his hand, and held it tremblingly.

At this moment, another calm voice suddenly sounded in the boy's ear:

"……save."

He turned his head to look at Lin Yuanze beside him, his eyes passed over the boy who was still safe and sound.

The young man looked down at the gradually dissipating [again] on the palm of his hand, suddenly covered his face, and laughed softly.

No one knows the joy of the rest of his life in his heart at this time.

"Jojo, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Yuanze turned his head and said in a puzzled way, with a little worry on his brows.

"This door cannot be opened."

"Why?" Yang Mei who was beside her asked a little puzzled. Several girls in the classroom also looked at him in disbelief after hearing the words, and their eyes were vaguely condemning his cold-bloodedness.

"Lin Yuanze, there are not lives outside the door that we need to save, but executioners who take our lives."

Lan Qiaoyi knew that as long as the door was opened, the tragedy of the first week would happen again. In the case that the props of the taskers could not be used, this was undoubtedly a dead end.

But he couldn't explain it, because in the eyes of ordinary classmates and a few mission workers, he was just an ordinary NPC image.

Hearing this, Lin Yuanze looked at him thoughtfully, his eyes were inexplicable.

Lan Qiaoyi's heart tightened unconsciously.

Just when he almost thought that the other party would not believe him, the boy suddenly said:

"Then don't open it."

The boy was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard the puzzled voices of a few classmates—especially the black-haired boy:

"Are we really going to die?"

"Fortunately, we trusted you so much just now. I didn't expect you to be so greedy for life and afraid of death."

The only person who had no objection to this was Huang Mao who had opposed opening the door from the very beginning.

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the black-haired boy who was aggrieved but dared not open the door because of Lin Yuanze's authority, and said silently in his heart:

If it weren't for me, you who were killed by opening the door last week would not have the opportunity to say "greed for life and fear death" now.

In the silence of the few people, the violent knocking on the door and the cries for help gradually decreased or even disappeared, just like last weekend.

Only this time, no one answered the door.

In the silence that returned, the tense atmosphere in the classroom gradually spread, and panic lingered in everyone's heart.

Lan Qiaoyi's face was slightly pale. He knew that standing outside the door was the executioner holding an ax and preparing to harvest their lives.

Even though Xiaoxiao and Yangmei knew how to protect themselves because they were missionaries, they still inevitably felt nervous in the dead silence.

Only Lin Yuanze grasped the young man's hand, rubbed his fingertips slightly on the white and smooth wrist, leaned over slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't be afraid, Jojo, no matter what happens, I will protect you."

At this moment, a sharp cry for help suddenly sounded outside the door again, the sound stopped abruptly, and the door returned to calm again.

This sound completely broke down the nervous girls in the classroom, and they all said:

"She's dead, she must be dead, it's all our fault, it's our reluctance to save—"

"To shut up."

Lin Yuanqing's face darkened slightly, and it wasn't until this moment that Lan Qiaoyi suddenly realized that when the boy's face darkened, the coldness in his brows made the other party look extremely intimidating.

It's just that the emotions that had erupted spread like a prairie fire.

"I don't care, I must go out and have a look, the people outside must have been killed!"

The black-haired boy jumped up and broke free from the shackles of the yellow hair. He quickly ran to the door of the classroom, using his hands and feet together, he pulled down the desks and chairs that were originally piled up behind the door, followed by Lin Yuanze subconsciously avoided the falling desks and chairs.

"Clatter——" There was a loud noise, and Lan Qiaoyi saw the boy's hand on the door bolt of the classroom from the gap between the desks and chairs.

"cannot--"

It may be too late.

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