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

"I'm sorry... I lost."

The moment the words fell.

Xiao Huai's pupils suddenly contracted and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was struck by some emotion in an instant.

He suddenly covered his heart with his hands, and his heart was gripped by an invisible hand, pressing tightly.

He looked at the man kneeling in front of the pile of corpses. When he wanted to walk towards him, everything in front of him disappeared.

Xiao Huai lowered his eyes, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the palms of his hands.

Mo Yu opened his eyes wide, and the room had returned to its previous state.

His voice was a little confused: "Master, I don't know who that person was just now. He has never appeared in my dream."

Xiao Huai did not respond immediately, his brows still furrowed.

Seeing this, Mo Yu continued, "We can look at the dream again, maybe we can find more clues."

But Xiao Huai shook his head, his eyes gradually regaining their composure: "No need, I already know who he is."

He looked out the window at Jinyi City Middle School.

Apparently, he was the former psychiatrist.

Xiao Huai turned his gaze to the distance, thinking about deeper issues.

Will he be the "follower" mentioned in the system prompt?

The clues of the mission have not been interrupted, and the key to the game is the psychology teacher.

He lay back on the bed, closed his eyes and quietly thought about everything that happened today.

There is something unusual about this middle school: the students are abnormal, and the staff are wrong.

The mess and chaos in the basement classroom proved that a riot had once taken place there.

He picked up his phone and searched for similar news, but all of it was hidden.

Xiao Huai remembered the words written in the book.

Is studying really the only way out?

This statement is an extreme way of thinking in modern society.

Not to mention that there will be punishment if the reviews are too low.

Why hasn't such a deformed society collapsed yet?

The reason lies in education.

I have been brainwashed by school since childhood, and PUA by society when I grow up. Over time, I think all this is normal.

The psychologist tried to dismantle this social system and resist.

But they still lost.

The awakening of thought is like the first ignition of a flame. Even the tiniest spark can produce a thousand-foot light in the endless darkness and burn all the shackles that try to bind it.

Xiao Huai would naturally look for the answer to which link went wrong. Before that, he was more curious why the lights in the teaching building were still on at this moment.

Xiao Huai put on his coat and walked slowly towards the school.

There were not many people along the way, the night breeze was blowing gently, and the streets were silent.

Just as Xiao Huai was approaching the school, an old man with a cane slowly walked towards him, his steps light but heavy.

The old man frowned, his eyes full of vigilance and alertness.

"Young man, where are you going?" the old man's voice was hoarse.

Xiao Huai stopped and said calmly, "Let's go to the teaching building and take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had heard something incredible.

The cane trembled slightly in his hand, with a bit of panic and fear.

"What are you doing there?!" The old man's voice suddenly rose a little, sounding particularly nervous. "That place is haunted! What's there to see? Young man, don't run around if you have nothing to do!"

Xiao Huai raised his eyebrows slightly, and felt even more curious.

Is the teaching building haunted?

He glanced down at the old man's expression and asked, "Haunted?"

Xiao Huai repeated softly, with a hint of inquiry in his tone.

The old man shook his head: "You'd better not go. Listen to my advice. Anyone who goes there at night will be in trouble."

Xiao Huai had made up his mind and would not back down because of an old man's words, but he still maintained basic politeness and thanked him.

Seeing this, the old man did not try to persuade them to stay and continued walking slowly forward.

When the old man slowly passed by Xiao Huai, Xiao Huai frowned slightly, and the air was suddenly filled with the stench of a rotting corpse.

The breath was extremely weak, but it was enough to make him realize that something was wrong.

He stopped and turned his head slowly.

I saw that the old man who had just spoken to me had his clothes on his back severely torn, and his exposed skin was rotten beyond recognition, as if it had experienced long-term weathering and erosion by maggots.

The most horrifying thing was the back of his head, which looked like it had bloomed and was covered in blood and flesh, as if it had been hit hard by something heavy.

Xiao Huai suddenly realized that the person he had just talked to was most likely not a living person at all.

His breathing paused slightly, but there was no panic in his eyes.

Watching the old man walking further and further away with a staggering gait and disappearing into the darkness, Xiao Huai turned around and suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman holding a white umbrella walking towards him from a distance.

The woman was dressed in black and had a slender figure. Her face was hidden in the shadows under the umbrella, but her eyes were fixed on Xiao Huai.

She walked closer, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, her voice cold and soft: "Hello, handsome boy, do you want to buy an umbrella?"

It wasn't raining that day, and the night was cloudless, so who needed an umbrella?

What's even more strange is that there was silence all around just now, but now the sound of children running and playing and laughing can be heard from nowhere.

There is no one around the school during the day, but it becomes lively at night.

Xiao Huai looked at the woman and noticed the marks on her neck, but he just asked calmly, "How much is the umbrella?"

The woman smiled slightly and whispered, "Cash only."

After saying that, she took out a piece of paper money from her pocket and handed it lightly to Xiao Huai.

Xiao Huai glanced at the ghost money, his expression unchanged, "No problem, I want all the umbrellas you have."

After hearing this, the woman smiled softly, with a bit of mystery in her eyes: "Since you look good, I'll give you a discount."

She then quoted a strange price, a number that sounded completely inconsistent with any market rules.

Then, she slowly took out a bunch of paper umbrellas from the pile behind her and handed them to Xiao Huai.

"These umbrellas are for you." Her tone was gentle, as if she was telling a friend, "Wait a minute, remember to write my name on it. My name is Xu Xiaoyu."

Xiao Huai took the umbrella and gently ran his fingers across the surface of the paper umbrella, feeling the unusual coldness.

He raised his eyes to look at the woman's face, his eyes still calm: "Okay."

Xu Xiaoyu's figure appeared blurry under the dim light. When she was about to disappear, she said something.

"Handsome boy, when you go to the teaching building at night, don't stare at your own shadow. If you do that for more than three seconds, you might steal my business."

Steal her business?

The implication is self-evident.

This time, Xiao Huai did not look back, but simply took a pile of paper money for the dead, put it in an envelope, wrote Xu Xiaoyu's name on the envelope, and slowly burned it.

Pay the money and get the goods, this is the principle.

The wind was getting colder, and there were strange gazes around.

The feeling is getting stronger and stronger.