Please this player not to harass NPCs

The truth is never important, everyone just wants to hear the so-called "truth" that they want to hear.

—— Song Zhiyi

At a glance, the playground is now almost full of students from Jingchuan Middle School.At first glance, they were no different from ordinary students, but Chu Mie felt an unexplainable coldness.

As if someone had been observing him with malicious eyes, he also heard whispers around him:

"Look, he was the one who killed that girl!"

"That's Min Yan? Why are you still here after killing someone?"

"It must have been cheeky to stay here!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you really can't judge people by their appearance."

…………

Chu Mie didn't want to pay more attention to it, but just watched the people on the playground play basketball expressionlessly, his eyes were heavy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The whispers gradually grew louder.

The whispering stopped for a moment, then was replaced by gloating mingled with laughter.Chu Mie frowned unconsciously, felt the sound of breaking wind coming from behind his head, subconsciously took a few steps back—it was a ball aimed at the back of his head.

The ball was so powerful that it bounced off the ground and hit other people.

It's hard to imagine what would happen if the ball hit the back of his head.

Chu Mie's reaction was so fast that the thrower didn't expect it, he kept throwing the ball in astonishment, and only reacted to Chu Mie's cold eyes.

"What are you looking at! I didn't mean it!"

This is not intentional? !

Chu Mie sneered, took out a basketball from the equipment box, weighed it in his hand, and suddenly jumped up and smashed the ball into the man's face.

"boom--"

"what!"

When the ball fell, the man let out a low cry of pain, and two lines of bright red blood flowed out.

"You...you! Min Yan, how dare you..."

"Bleeding... bleeding!"

Chu Mie patted the ashes on his hands and said with a smile, "Sorry, my hands are slippery!"

Everyone: "..."

People say no? !

The man tremblingly pointed at him, "you you you" rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Come quickly, send this classmate to the infirmary!"

"Min Yan hit someone again!"

"Min Yan intentionally beat him to the point of bleeding!"

[NPC Min Yan violated the school rule of "no physical conflict with classmates", hereby notifies criticism, self-reflection, and accepts the school's unified punishment. 】

Chu Mie sneered, not caring what the punishment was.

The expressions of those students became indifferent and dull, they approached Chu Mie step by step, surrounded him, and kept saying:

"Violators...must...be punished."

Chu Mie frowned, watching the people around him approaching him step by step, clenched his fists, trying to find a weak place to break out of the siege...but it didn't work.

Because these students are not human at all.

"I can't take care of that much anymore." Chu Mie took a deep breath, grabbed the arm of the student closest to him, stretched it hard, then pushed his knee hard, bent the student's back, and then pushed the student to the ground. Among the approaching crowd, one took advantage of the situation.

The opportunity is here.

Chu Mie took three steps in parallel, resolutely taking advantage of this gap to escape from the encirclement.

But he didn't expect that those students swarmed up, completely ignoring whether it would cause a stampede, and actually pressed down on Chu Mie with their bodies, not giving him a chance to escape.

"Damn it! I..."

Chu Mi struggled hard.

The heavy pressure that one person could not resist hit, Chu Mie could only be trapped in it unwillingly, struggling to be dragged into the darkness.

…………

Shen Huaiyun and Guan Qinyue in Building No. [-] were going to check other rooms.When opening the door of the art room, as if sensing something, Shen Huaiyun paused, and looked in the direction of the playground in anxiety and confusion.

"What's going on?" Shen Huaiyun murmured hesitantly while holding the door frame.

The phone suddenly lit up, and an account notification came.

Shen Huaiyun turned on the phone in astonishment, and found that it was his sister's account that he logged in before, and a profile picture suddenly lit up in her sister's friend list.

The head portrait is a white dove.

…………

"Boom—"

The long purple snake twisted and tore through the gray sky. After a flash of light, there was a dormant, even louder thunder and roar.

With the loud thunder, Chu Mie slowly opened his eyes.

There are no lights around.

The curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could see through.

He lay on the ground, something was stained on his hand, and it felt a little strange.

Chu Mie fumbled to the window, opened the curtains forcefully, checked his hands in the light from the window, but was startled by the bright red hands.

is blood? !

No.

Chu Mi lowered his head and sniffed, it was red paint.

He breathed a sigh of relief, checked his environment by light, and showed a strange expression for a while——

Statues of human heads covered by cloth, paintings and still lifes displayed on the table, and works on the walls... Here is the art room.

Perhaps it is more accurate to say that it is the club art activity room.

why here?

Those students didn't kill him? !

Chu Mie felt something was wrong, and looked around more carefully.

Other things are arranged normally, but the strange thing is that a seat has been vacated in the middle.On that seat stood an easel surrounded by fragments of other odd paintings.He stepped forward to take a closer look at the torn paintings, and unexpectedly found that those paintings were the ones found in the drawer when he was 800 meters away.

"Is this Song Zhiyi's painting?"

"But why was it torn into pieces and thrown on the ground?"

Chu Mie turned his gaze to the painting on the easel. The painting was finished, but the ink didn't seem to be dry yet.

In the picture is a white dove.

The pigeon was locked in a golden cage, its wings were half drooped, and there was a little red under the white wings, obviously injured.The lock on the cage seemed to be broken, and even the door on the cage was ajar.

The pigeon struggled to drag its injured wing and kept struggling to move forward.Half of one foot had already been stretched out of the cage, and the whole body was on the verge of falling, as if it would fall out of the cage in the next second.

For that pigeon, even falling out of the cage was a symbol of freedom.But only people outside the painting know that under the suspended golden cage, there are spikes erected one by one.

If it can fly, it's not a problem.

But the consequence of falling now is death.

The pigeon, who doesn't know its future destiny, is still struggling, struggling to get out of this cage.

This painting is full of tricks and tragedies of fate.

This painting is also Song Zhiyi's?

Chu Mie stared at the painting in a daze, his mind went blank.

Suddenly, a chill crept up his spine silently.

Chu Mie found himself unable to move.

From the corner of the eye, a pale and slender hand was stretched out, with a delicate skeleton, obviously it was a girl's hand.

There is a pen in that hand.

The owner of the hand gently touched the drawing board and left the words "Song Zhiyi".

"This is my painting, do you understand?"

The girl's gentle voice fell into his ears, but it shocked him like thunder on the ground.

Song Zhiyi!

Met her?

Chu Mie quickly regained control of his body, and when he turned his head again, the girl had nimbly retreated to the window.The girl opened the window, her body was as thin as a piece of paper, as if it could be blown away by the wind.The girl's long hair was blown by the wind and covered her face, so that Chu Mie couldn't see what she looked like.

The girl smiled lowly, and under his gaze lightly jumped onto the window sill, then opened her arms and fell backwards.

Chu Mie subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull it, and suddenly there was a strong wind outside the window, so strong that Chu Mie had to raise his hand to cover his eyes.When he raised his eyes again, his eyes were completely dark, and he didn't know where he was at all.

He kept groping, but couldn't find any curtains or anything.

Only rough concrete walls.

punishment house.

Such a word suddenly popped up in Chu Mie's mind.

There was really no light around.

Vision is completely useless.

On the contrary, his hearing and sense of touch became more acute because of the darkness, but it also tortured his reason even more.

"rustle--"

He heard the rubbing sound of the living things moving against the wall not far away, getting closer and clearer.

Chu Mie listened intently, his muscles tensed, ready to defend and escape.

The living creature kept approaching him, and he didn't know what else was around him, so he could only step back tentatively.

Step by step, until—his back touched the wall.

There is no going back.

He does not carry a sharp weapon on his body now, and now he can only rely on a physical body to protect himself.

Chu Mie's eyes turned cold, and he stared almost coldly at a certain direction of the voice, ready to go.

The rubbing sound suddenly fell silent.

Followed by a sharp roar.

Chu Mie froze for a moment, and suddenly felt a cold breath different from his own, very similar to the feeling brought to him by Song Zhiyi from the art activity room just now.

"Song Zhiyi?" Chu Mie tried his best to scan the darkness without focusing his eyes, because the inexplicable cold feeling filled the whole room, so that he didn't know where Song Zhiyi was at all.

"..."

No one paid any attention to his question, but the chill was there without any change, neither approaching nor leaving, maintaining a proper sense of distance.

Chu Mie touched the note in his pocket, feeling a faint heat on the note. He wanted to know if the words on the note had changed, but it was too dark to see anything clearly.

And——there was another threat that would erupt without knowing when.

That piece of coldness has been guarding there, driving away disturbing noises.

No sleep for one night.

Until a gap was torn open in the darkness.

…………

Chu Mie leaned against the wall, squinting his eyes slightly, and when the door was opened with a slit of light, the coldness suddenly disappeared.

He sat up straight, leaned on the wall thoughtfully and stood up, raised his hand to pat the dust on his trousers, and watched the light-filled slit grow bigger and bigger until it was fully opened.

Probably because of being in the dark for a long time without seeing the light, Chu Mie's eyes couldn't bear the sudden strong light, raised his arms, and subconsciously squinted his eyes, but still tried to see everything in front of him clearly.

The source of the light was a tall and familiar figure.

He was backed by the light, and his whole body was rendered golden by the light, which seemed to be the appearance of a savior, which made Chu Mi stunned for a moment.

But the man had a faint smell of blood on him.

"Hello." The visitor suddenly spoke, different from the usual teasing, and softly spoke with a tired and lazy voice:

"That's it, Min Yan, released after serving his sentence—it's time to go home."

The author says:

Does anyone like Shen Huaiyun who made a grand appearance at the end? (/≧▽≦/)