The whole class is dead? NPC awakens and starts killing people

Ji Yinyin had a very strange expression on her face. She looked at everyone with her eyebrows twisted up and down.

【ha? 】

[What is he saying? What is this? It's all nonsense. Is this something a person can say to another person?]

After hearing this, the class was silent for half a second and then exploded.

"Yinyin, that Cheng Fang...he was talking nonsense." Shang Ye immediately covered the stiff Cheng Fang's mouth and dragged him out.

Zhao Zhier next to him nodded repeatedly: "Oh, yes, yes, yes! He was just joking."

"That's right. He's been a little confused these days after reading that fantasy novel." Zhou Heng continued to joke around, and then started to talk to Sun Ke next to him, "Do you remember what the latest chapter written by Four Spoons of Salt is about? It's about the protagonist, the dead ghost, who has cultivated his spiritual power to the peak, and can unilaterally express his thoughts to people with lower spiritual power, right?"

Zhou Heng looked at Cheng Fang with disdain: "Well, I also want that skill after seeing it, but I didn't expect that he hasn't woken up from his dream at night and is still talking nonsense in real life."

Ji Yinyin didn't notice that everyone was so nervous that they were sweating profusely. She just glanced out the window at the sky that had already turned completely dark.

[But it’s already evening… I’ll have to go to bed in four or five hours. Why, your dream is so special? Can you dream for a whole day?]

"so……"

Everyone held their breath and looked at Ji Yinyin, their backs wet with cold sweat.

Sister! Please! Don't pursue this matter! We are almost broken!

"So what use am I?"

Hearing Ji Yinyin's question, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this sister is very generous.

But think about it, even if you talk about mysterious things like mental power, magic, and mind reading, no one would take it seriously.

No wonder Ji Yinyin didn’t take it seriously.

But now the question is, how to prove that Ji Yinyin is useful!

Si Mingyu said very proudly: "Although we have been classmates for less than half a year, you are the one who got full marks in politics in our class! You are the one who shit on Gu Chengyu's head!"

Ji Yinyin shrugged. "But what does the investigative method have to do with my perfect political score? Do I have to recite the cultural diversity to those idiots? Or explain the relationship between production and consumption?"

"You can become Tang Seng here! Use the knowledge points you memorized to annoy them to death!"

Ji Yinyin:......

【There is a sentence that I don’t know how to say. 】

Ruan Xiaoliu said, "Just treat it as a team building activity for our class. One more person means one more idea. After all, it's really strange that so many people are in trouble. If we continue to leave it alone, the whole class might suffer."

Ji Yinyin thought about it.

[That's right. I've been encountering all kinds of messes lately. Today I'm caught in a pornography raid, tomorrow I'm seeing drug dealers... Will there be any connection with online fraud in the future? Oh, forget it. Compared to encountering such vicious guys, the group of Shamatte in Class 8 look much more adorable and gentle! ]

Class 3 nodded excitedly: That’s the truth, sister!

The people in Class 3 finally persuaded Ji Yinyin with their eloquent words, and thus, the Victims' Alliance gained a powerful general.

After everyone had a quick meal in the school cafeteria, they set out to track... no, to investigate Class 8.

After following, Ji Yinyin found that she really looked like a pickled fish, sour, vegetable and redundant!

Look at the girls on the right. They are carrying walkie-talkies, binoculars, portable recorders and other things that are so attractive to Ji Yinyin that she can’t help but think of them. They even brought Polaroid cameras.

Look at the boys on the left, wow, they are no less impressive! They have long since changed out of their school uniforms, put on glasses and beards, and put on very simple work clothes. Under the magical makeup skills of the girls in Class 3, the boys in the Victims Alliance have disguised themselves as school staff.

For example, Shang Ye, who is wearing a security hat and a goatee; Sun Ke, who is cosplaying as a trash can; and Cheng Fang, who is standing next to him holding a trash bag and wearing a yellow sanitation worker's uniform; and... Zhou Heng, who is wearing a black long-sleeved blue apron with a cinnamon dog pattern.

Ji Yinyin stared at Zhou Heng for a while and felt that Zhou Heng's outfit looked familiar. After a few silences, she asked Zhou Heng suspiciously, "Zhou Heng, this apron of yours...did you steal it from the guy in the coffee shop?"

When she went to buy coffee yesterday, the coffee shop guy was looking for something all over the store. When she asked, she found out that his apron was lost.

What’s more, that apron was not just an ordinary apron, it was a new model that his girlfriend had just given him this month. She later accompanied the store clerk to look for it for a long time but couldn’t find it. Could it be that this guy had taken it?

Cheng Fang coughed awkwardly: "This... How can a scholar's work be considered stealing? Besides, I just borrowed it to buy the same model, and I returned it a long time ago."

[Okay, then the coffee shop guy doesn’t need to explain to his girlfriend. ]

Ahem, anyway, the Victims Alliance of Class 3 is ready to go and is approaching Class 18.

Then, dozens of people just squatted there... squatted in the grass in the green belt.

Of course, Sun Ke, who cosplayed as a trash can, could only stand behind them.

"Speaking of which, it's already six o'clock, how could Class 8 still be in the classroom? I remember that the four international students in the back who are not taking the college entrance examination route, don't they finish school quite early?"

Ji Yinyin held up two branches and looked at the member of the Victims Alliance next to her - Shang Ye.

"Oh, Sun Ke secretly asked his best friend to check the class schedule of Class 8 during the day. It just so happens that their last class is physical education, and Class 8 had planned to hold a sailing competition in this sports meet. According to their plan, they probably won't come back until they practice twenty times today. Considering the size of the lake behind our school, we probably have to wait for half an hour!"

"What? Doesn't that mean I have to squat here with an empty stomach and blow in the cold wind for half an hour?" Ji Yinyin's eyes widened.

"Yeah, what's the matter? Isn't it just half an hour?"

The members of the Victims Alliance nodded in unison.

As a spectator, you need to have the patience of a spectator! Isn't it just squatting in the bushes for eight hours?

How can we obtain the most cutting-edge information without precise exploration?

Good guy, Ji Yinyin is a good guy in counterattack.

"But the problem is, I haven't eaten and I don't have enough clothes on!"

In order to look beautiful without freezing, she did not wear autumn clothes but a fleece shirt. Although City A was not cold enough to snow in mid-October, the average temperature at night definitely did not exceed ten degrees!

Ji Yinyin sniffed.

[I feel like I don’t even have to wait until I’m hit by Gu Chengyu’s car. I’m going to freeze to death here! ]

But, as the golden egg of Class 3, how could everyone let Ji Yinyin starve like this?

"Here, hot buns."

Suddenly, Sun Ke, who was behind everyone, took a branch and hooked Ji Yinyin's hair. Then Sun Ke threw two hot buns out of the trash can.

Ji Yinyin didn't say anything, nor did she express her true feelings. She just stared blankly at the two hot buns in her hands.

"Are you stupid? You eat buns for breakfast? Where's the water?" Bai Ye said.

"Oh, do you want hot water or hot milk tea? If you want seaweed and egg soup, I have it too. I have both. If you don't want to eat buns, I also have a self-heating hot pot? But it needs to be soaked for a while. Zhao Zhier's family just developed it. It shouldn't poison you."

As Sun Ke spoke, he turned out the little things he brought with him like pouring out beans.

Ji Yinyin looked at the plastic-wrapped videos on the ground, swallowed subconsciously, and then asked tentatively: "You...didn't you bring a hot pack...?"

"I brought it. It's in Shang Ye's garbage bag."

Really brought it???

Well, this completely left Ji Yinyin speechless.

[You guys are so awesome, you even turned 9! ]