Today I scare non-humans again [Unlimited]

The teacher stood on the podium, patted the table and said: "Today, a reporter came to our campus to interview. Please cooperate consciously and jointly demonstrate the excellent image of our school."

After the teacher finished the announcement, he suddenly turned his head to look outside the door, then stepped off the podium and walked outside the door.

Jiang Heng looked over, there seemed to be a few shaking figures outside the door, vague and inadvertently clear, as if covered in fog.

"Everyone study hard by yourself, don't whisper!" The teacher explained as he walked.

Jiang Heng closed the photo album in his hand, and was about to put it into the system space, when he remembered that the note that just fell out of the photo album hadn't been put back.

He picked up the note, trying to clip it into the photo album so as not to lose it, but happened to find that the text on the note had changed.

"The latest news, I reported that three reporters randomly interviewed a class, but accidentally witnessed in this class—"

The handwriting on the back is also blurred, and the content is completely unclear.

"Three reporters?" Jiang Heng read softly.

What did the reporter witness?He turned the note to the back, but didn't find the text.

"What three reporters, have you finished the topic? Don't you just want to follow in the footsteps of those people and go to the confinement room?" Chen Weikang, who was sitting on the seat to Jiang Heng's left, patted Jiang Heng on the back suddenly. With a slap, he warned in a low voice.

Jiang Heng held the note in his hand, and put the photo album in the system space. He turned his head to talk to Chen Weikang, but the teacher suddenly returned to the classroom.

"Chen Weikang! What are you doing!" The teacher went back and forth, caught Chen Weikang's tricks, and shouted sharply.

Chen Weikang withdrew his hand with a pale complexion, and sat silently on his seat, his body trembling slightly, as if waiting for the death sentence.

Jiang Heng glanced at Chen Weikang, clenched his fist, and raised his hand decisively to speak: "Teacher, Chen Weikang was explaining to me a topic I didn't understand."

The teacher changed his target with a sullen face, and he stared at Jiang Heng for a while, Jiang Heng blinked at him innocently, the dimples at the corners of his mouth were drawn out by the upward arc.

The teacher looked away and said in a deep voice; "Let's not take this as an example. Remember that the topic discussion can only be held after class."

Chen Weikang slowly exhaled the stuffy breath in his chest, and he silently mouthed to Jiang Heng: "Thank you."

Jiang Heng shook his head slightly, and followed suit: "It's nothing." He slightly bent his starry eyes, and Chen Weikang was a little dazed by the clear light in his eyes.

At this time, the teacher knocked on the blackboard, and the sound of knocking attracted the attention of the students.

"The teacher just said that a reporter came to interview our school today. Now three reporters are coming to our class to do a simple interview. The students must abide by the discipline and do a good job of promoting the school!" The teacher repeatedly urged, with a harsh tone .

It seems that this interview is particularly important for the school.Listening to the teacher's instructions, Jiang Heng thought to himself.

"Now we're bringing them in for interviews."

Seeing the teacher nod towards the direction outside the door, Jiang Heng invited the three reporters in.

He looked at the three reporters who entered the classroom, his eyes widened in surprise.

The three of Yi Huiyun walked into the classroom one by one, and when they saw Jiang Heng, they couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

"Big—" Cai Hong unconsciously wanted to call Jiang Heng, but Yi Huiyun, who quickly reacted, covered his mouth.

"Stop talking!" Yi Huiyun warned in a low voice.

Wang Shan tremblingly said: "They are watching us..."

The three looked up, and everyone in the classroom turned their heads to look at them in unison, with the same dull expressions, like marionettes without souls.

The atmosphere was tense and stiff as if frozen.

Seeing this, Yi Huiyun released her hand covering Cai Hong's mouth, and pushed Cai Hong: "Use self-introduction to pass."

Cai Hong took another look at Jiang Heng under the strange gazes that made his scalp tingle.

Jiang Heng pursed his lips and nodded slightly to Cai Hong.

Only then did Cai Hong pluck up his courage, and stammered, "Brother, hello everyone, we are reporters from the xx newspaper."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the classroom returned to normal like ice and snow melting.

The teacher on the podium relaxed his expression and greeted the three of them with a smile: "Hi, everyone. Excuse me, is there an interview—"

Before the teacher finished speaking, there was a loud noise in the classroom.

Jiang Heng only felt a heavy object fall from an oblique direction, and the strong wind brought by the fall brushed against his left ear, making the tip of his ear feel cold.

The heavy object slammed into the seat next to him.The classroom suddenly fell into a dead silence.

"Ho ho..." Intermittent groans came from the left, Jiang Heng's heart sank, and he turned his head to look.

Chen Weikang, sitting next to him, had his head slumped on the desk, and the old rusty electric fan made a huge gap in his neck. Scarlet blood flowed out from the gap, and instantly expanded into a puddle on the desk. , and even slowly flowed out of the desk and dripped on the ground.

Chen Weikang stared wide-eyed, staring straight at Jiang Heng, his lips tremblingly opened and closed, as if about to say something.

But his neck had been knocked to one side, and his vocal cords were damaged. All he could make was a "ho ho" sound, which was painful and short.

Chen Weikang's appearance changed rapidly, his face turned gray, the cut in his neck stopped bleeding, and the flesh and blood exposed by the cut became dull and dirty, as if it had been dried for a long time.

Jiang Heng's pupils constricted and he recognized Chen Weikang.

It was the crooked neck ghost he helped put on.

"Ahhhhhhh-"

After a moment of dead silence, the classroom suddenly boiled up, and the screams of the students mixed together, making it painful to hear.

The students stood up from their seats in a panic and ran frantically to the classroom door.

The three of Yi Huiyun who were still standing near the door of the classroom quickly moved aside to avoid being accidentally hit.

The teacher came down from the podium and stood at the door trying to stop the students who were fleeing.

"Go back! Go back to me!" He roared loudly, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the tide of screams.

The teacher exploded in anger when he found that none of the students listened to his orders.

"Go back!!!" His voice was like a hammer blow, piercing Jiang Heng's eardrums and hitting hard on his heart.

Jiang Heng's heart beat violently, and his vision suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Jiang Heng—?"

Jiang Heng opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was still in the classroom, the only difference was that there was no other figure in the classroom except him.

The incandescent lamp above the head sizzled and flickered occasionally.

Jiang Heng looked around, and saw that the desks and chairs in the classroom were scattered, as if the students in the classroom had bumped them crookedly when they ran away in a panic.

He did not find Yi Huiyun and the others.

Jiang Heng called a few times tentatively: "Sister Huiyun, are you there?"

"Cai Hong?"

"Wang Shan?"

Only Jiang Heng's voice echoed faintly in the classroom, without any response.

Jiang Heng walked to the closed front door of the classroom and tried to open the door, but the door seemed to be sealed. He kicked it, but there was no vibration at all.

The same is true for the back door.

Jiang Heng puffed his cheeks unhappily, angrily walked to his seat and sat down.

Suddenly, the tips of his ears moved slightly, and he caught a slight sound of a fan flapping.

Jiang Heng raised his head following the source of the sound, and newspapers fluttered down from the ceiling, flying and landing on the table, the ground, and Jiang Heng's face.

Jiang Heng stayed for two seconds, then reached out to take off the newspaper covering his face, the fine dust on the newspaper made him sneezed.

He sniffed and looked at the newspaper in his hand.

"The deceased, Chen, was a senior high school student in the school. Because the school's electric fan was in disrepair for a long time, it suddenly fell off in class... This incident should be attributed to the school's ineffective supervision. The safety hazards of the school's building equipment were not investigated in time... ..."

Jiang Heng squeezed the newspaper tightly, and the newspaper at the fingertips was dented and creased.

This should be the report of the incident just now, because the reporter was present, so the school failed to suppress the news in time.

He picked up the fallen newspapers one by one, folded them neatly, and read them one by one.

"The reporter interviewed the head teacher of the person involved, but he kept his mouth shut on the matter, and he did not want to mention the school's attitude towards the matter. He was only vague."

"The family of the deceased held a banner at the school gate, saying, 'Return my son's life, seek justice', the police intervened to appease..."

"After investigation, it was found that since the school replaced its new principal, He Weidong, the school had concealed many murders. Reporters sneaked into the school to conduct secret interviews, but were interrupted by the school's principal..."

"The police arrested the principal He Weidong and other teaching staff involved in the case. It is reported that the principal of the school once set up a private confinement room and physically punished the students. The cruel method has caused many students to be seriously injured or even died. Crashed and chose to commit suicide..."

Jiang Heng turned to the last newspaper. There was a photo printed on the black and white newspaper, which was a very familiar person.

"The student council president of the school, Yan Junhao, is excellent in character and learning. He once led the students to resist, but was seriously injured after being put in a confinement room, and then disappeared. His whereabouts are still unknown. The police suspected that the school was hiding... But the interrogation To no avail."

It really is him.Jiang Heng stared blankly at the familiar handsome face on the newspaper.

The system prompt, which hadn't appeared for a long time, suddenly sounded in his head.

[Congratulations to the player for completing the dungeon hidden branch: the true identity of the student council president]

【Calculating the degree of completion...】

[100%]

[Completion rewards will be settled after the dungeon ends]

[Player please make persistent efforts]

Jiang Heng rubbed his earlobe, took a breath, and calmed down his heartbeat that was so scared by the system.

This is a branch?It should be the sentence from the system at the beginning of the game [Hint: Who is by your side? ] A branch derived from it.

Yan Junhao was seriously injured and his whereabouts are unknown...but he appeared by his side in a completely unharmed state...

Jiang Heng vaguely guessed Yan Junhao's ending in this incident, his eyebrows were lowered, his chest was a little dull, like a stone was falling.

"You found out? Jiang Heng." A familiar voice suddenly appeared in the empty classroom.

Jiang Heng raised his eyes and saw that the front door of the classroom had opened at some point, and there was complete darkness outside the door.

Yan Junhao was standing outside the front door of the classroom, his figure shrouded in darkness, looking at Jiang Heng with a smile.