It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Renye stopped and looked at him suspiciously: "Can't come in?"

Xiao Huai had a blank expression on his face, and with a hint of indifference, he pointed to the sign in front of him and said, "This is a construction area."

His tone sounded normal, but the underlying coldness was chilling.

Renye and the people behind him looked at each other, not daring to act rashly for a moment.

"It doesn't matter if you want to go in, as long as you are not afraid of death." Xiao Huai suddenly smiled strangely at this time, "I will not be responsible for the consequences."

There would be nothing wrong with not smiling, but this smile made everything a little more weird.

When the others heard this, their bodies stiffened involuntarily.

Although the worker in front of him looked completely harmless, the sinister coldness in his words made people feel creepy.

"How about... let's ignore this place for now and look somewhere else first." Someone suggested, seemingly unwilling to take the risk.

Just as they were about to turn around and leave, they heard an excited shout from the front: "Found it! The rulebook is here!"

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it, and Renye's eyes instantly became sharp. Although he was a little hesitant, no one knew whether the construction worker in front of him was reminding them of the taboo rules.

Xiao Huai stood there, watching their backs gradually disappear at the end of the corridor.

Who can tell whether the rules are true or false?

Xiao Huai returned to the utility room, slowly took off his safety helmet, revealing his jet-black hair.

Then, he threw in another piece of burning paper. After a long time, the fire had not gone out, which proved that the hole he had just made had allowed air to circulate in. After confirming that it was correct, he jumped into the dark abyss without hesitation.

Then there was a slight muffled sound coming from under my feet. It turned out that this was not an empty room, but a real first floor.

He guessed it right.

He walked in slowly, and the beam of his mobile phone drew a thin line of light in the darkness, illuminating the scene in front of him.

Within his sight, there were some old tables and chairs and broken blackboards scattered around, as well as a few torn textbooks on the ground, vaguely showing traces of the past.

The walls were covered with blurry chalk writing, like some kind of warnings and alerts.

This is the real first floor.

Xiao Huai was already certain of his guess.

He continued down the corridor, the air thick with the smell of staleness and decay.

Unlike the vocational classes upstairs, the classrooms here are labeled with normal names such as Class One and Class Two.

However, every classroom now looks extremely dilapidated and messy, as if it had experienced an unprecedented storm.

He walked to the door of Class 3 classroom and looked inside through the broken glass window. He saw that the tables and chairs inside were collapsed and test papers were scattered on the ground.

The handwriting on the books was sparse and disorganized, obviously they had not been really used, as if the students had never studied any knowledge seriously.

Xiao Huai's attention was attracted by the blood words on the blackboard.

"Give us back our freedom! This cage-like world!!"

Even if it is just words, it carries a strong emotional color.

His gaze shifted to the other side, where there was a tattered bulletin board covered with torn notices and tattered photos.

The students in every photo have expressionless faces and empty eyes, like bodies with their souls taken away.

His eyes moved away from the bloody words and fell on the wall of the classroom.

The wall was covered with blurry chalk writing, "Don't believe it...", "They are watching us...", "The ratings are all fake..."

"What happened here?" Xiao Huai muttered to himself, feeling more and more uneasy.

Just as he was about to leave the classroom, the flashlight from his mobile phone accidentally shone on a piece of wall in the corner.

The piece of wall looked like any other brick, but upon closer inspection it was somewhat loose, as if someone had moved it.

He squatted down slightly, reached out and gently pried the wall.

The wall covering was carefully removed, revealing a small box hidden in the wall.

The outside of the box was covered with dust and cobwebs, obviously it had not been touched for a long time.

Xiao Huai opened the box and found a yellowed piece of paper with a few lines of hasty and scribbled words on it:

"We failed... They're going to kill us all... Don't trust anyone, especially..."

The writing stops abruptly here, as if the person who wrote it was interrupted at the last moment.

Xiao Huai frowned even more tightly, feeling a sense of foreboding in his heart.

The despair and fear conveyed by these words made him vaguely aware that the truth hidden behind this school might be far more terrifying than he had imagined.

He folded the note and put it carefully into his pocket.

These handwritings only reveal part of the information, and more secrets are hidden in the shadow of this teaching building.

Xiao Huai took a deep breath and looked towards the classroom door.

The moment he turned his gaze, a boy's face suddenly appeared in front of him, only a few centimeters away from him.

The face was as pale as paper, the facial features were twisted into a weird smile, and the eyes were wide open and covered with dense bloodshot.

His eyes were fixed on Xiao Huai, his pupils were unfocused, as if he was trapped in some kind of despair that was difficult to escape.

Her face was almost touching his nose, and her breath carried a rotten stench.

Xiao Huai felt a chill running up his spine, his back went numb, and he almost froze instantly.

"Psychology teacher?" His voice was sharp and distorted, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat, intermittent and trembling in a creepy way.

The boy's lips were cracked and bright red blood was oozing from his mouth, dripping down his chin onto the floor.

He suddenly leaned forward, almost touching Xiao Huai's face, the corners of his mouth continued to rise, revealing his white teeth, "Are you here to treat me?!"

Xiao Huai's heart beat violently.

He steadied his breathing and tried to keep his expression calm, but he couldn't help but glance back out of the corner of his eye.

His hand quietly moved to his waist and already grasped the red diamond.

"Sick?" Xiao Huai asked calmly, without any emotion in his voice.

The boy's body trembled slightly, but the smile was still stiff on his face.

His eyes gradually rolled upwards, revealing a terrifying white patch, and he muttered, "They say... I'm sick... But I'm not sick... It's not me... It's not me..."

His voice became lower and lower, as if something was stuck in his throat, which he could neither spit out nor swallow.

Before entering this area, Xiao Huai deliberately used burning paper to measure the air below.

How can there be living people in a place where the oxygen is thin or even non-existent?

The air in the entire classroom seemed to have suddenly become several degrees colder.

Xiao Huai's knuckles turned slightly white. He looked directly into his eyes and said calmly, "Well, I'm here to treat you."