infinite danger

It was pitch black in the drawer, Ji Siwei closed his eyes and let his body fall.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had changed.

"Why did you stop?"

A low and hoarse male voice sounded in front of him. Just as Ji Siwei looked up, he saw a big face approaching.

He has regular facial features, a few pimples on his cheeks, and big dark circles under his eyes, making him look haggard.

The boy was wearing a dark blue student uniform, with a badge pinned to his western-style jacket, which read: Senior Class 22, Ye Feng.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Feng looked directly at Ji Siwei and scratched his head in doubt: "Evening self-study is about to start, we have to go to the classroom quickly."

Ji Siwei raised his hand to touch his cheek, and there was a warm touch from his fingertips. The mask on his face had disappeared. He was wearing a student uniform, wearing a tie neatly, and the badge read "Senior Class 22, Huya".

It's a pretty random name.

The black backpack was still in his arms, a bulging ball. Ji Siwei put his hand on it, and the bottom moved restlessly.

Through the opened backpack zipper, a pair of emerald green eyes can be seen, shining brightly in the dark backpack.

The eight-tailed cat got into the backpack at some point, and even hugged the puppet tightly in his arms, like a domineering president.

Looking around, Ji Siwei found that they were in a small empty square.There are students walking and chatting all around, so it's very lively.

In front of them are several low-rise teaching buildings, and the serial number iron plates of "ABCD" are nailed to the walls.

The sky was dyed pink and purple by the sunset, and a shallow crescent moon hung on the horizon, which was the moment when day and night alternated.

Unlike the previous two dungeons, this time Ji Siwei didn't see the other taskers immediately.

And this student named Ye Feng should be an NPC.

Judging from the NPC's language and actions, he didn't know Ji Siwei's real identity.

It is worth noting that this time, after Ji Siwei entered the instance, his clothes were replaced.

The combination of these clues reveals a message - in this copy, Ji Siwei needs to play the role of "Huya".

"Huya, what are you looking at?"

Seeing that Ji Siwei ignored him, Ye Feng seemed to have thought of something bad, with suppressed fear in his eyes, he took two steps back, and asked in a low voice, "You won't see...that kind of thing, right?"

This sentence was a bit weird, Ji Siwei frowned slightly: "What?"

"Phew... it's fine if you don't have one, I thought you were also recruited." Ye Feng immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then called Ji Siwei: "Let's go, go to the classroom for self-study, you must enter the classroom before seven o'clock."

"That kind of thing" and "successful", these two words made Ji Siwei a little uneasy.

In order to avoid revealing his identity, Ji Siwei didn't ask any more questions, and moved the wheelchair to follow Ye Feng.

The two entered the teaching building of Building A, took the elevator to the top floor, and walked to the last classroom.

Ye Feng stood at the door of the classroom and took a deep breath. After doing enough mental construction, he entered the classroom with his shoulders drooping.

Ji Siwei followed closely behind.

The classroom is very spacious, and the tables and chairs are divided into four groups. Ji Siwei roughly estimated that there are about fifty seats here.

Now there are more than thirty people sitting in the seats.

Some people are sleeping on the table, some are buried in their homework, some are chatting, some are laughing and playing...

This is a common scene in the classroom, no different from the few classrooms I just passed by.

If there is anything strange, the students here look like Ye Feng, and their mental state is not very good.

Looking at their uniform black eyes, Ji Siwei thought he had entered the Giant Panda Conservation Center.

Are high school students under so much study pressure now?

Ji Siwei's seat was in the last row. On the way to his seat, he looked at everyone in the classroom calmly.

Based on the experience of the first two dungeons, Ji Siwei judged that he was not the only one in this dungeon.

Maybe the taskers are mixed in the crowd.

"Hey, there is also a student who is physically disabled and strong."

A thick-backed boy folded his arms and looked at Ji Siwei with disdain. His voice was neither soft nor loud, just enough for Ji Siwei to hear him clearly.

Calmly raising his eyes, Ji Siwei saw "Senior Class 22, Lin Ya" written on the boy's badge.

He looks quite young, but Lin Ya's eyes are not at all student-like, like someone who has been beaten by society.

From what Lin Ya said, it is not difficult to deduce that he is one of the taskers, and he is also an inexperienced veteran.

So soon, he took the initiative to expose his identity, Yazi who didn't look very smart.

Ji Siwei didn't respond to these few words, but Ye Feng was very angry. He glared at Lin Ya angrily and clenched his fists: "Lin Ya, be careful what you say!"

Ji Siwei easily played the role assigned to him by the dungeon, and gently held Ye Feng's arm: "Ye Feng, I'm fine."

Before dropping out of school, Ji Siwei was also a high school student, and now he can only act in his true colors.

"You just have a good temper." Ye Feng let go unwillingly, snorted coldly, and took the initiative to push Ji Siwei's wheelchair to the back row.

"The NPC in this dungeon is pretty hot-tempered."

Lin Ya leaned on the chair indifferently, and said with a smile.

In addition to Lin Ya whose identity had been exposed, Ji Siwei also found a person who was suspected of being a tasker.

She and Ji Siwei were separated by an aisle, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips, her manner was elegant, and the name "Kuang Muzi" was written on her badge.

She looks out of place in this classroom.

Students entered the classroom one after another, and the vacancies continued to decrease.

Two more boys entered the classroom.

One of the skinny boys looked suspiciously at the people in the classroom, pulled his face, and murmured in a low voice: "Am I really dreaming?"

Another boy couldn't stand it and said, "Huang Jin, are you still awake? The whole journey is supernatural, isn't it endless?"

"My name is not Huang Jin! Besides, I have graduated from college for a long time, how could I go back to high school?" The boy who was called Huang Jin covered his head with a dazed expression: "My mind is a little confused, I must be Dreaming, yes, I must be dreaming!"

Huang Jin covered his head and squatted down, muttering repeatedly: "Wake up, wake up..."

Seeing Huang Jin's useless appearance, Lin Ya stood up and said loudly, "Hey, newcomer, don't squat down and pretend to be mushrooms."

Everyone in the classroom looked at Lin Ya in unison, looking at him like a madman.

Lin Ya didn't care, and went straight to Huang Jin: "You're not dreaming, this is the world behind the drawer, and you, like me, are the ones who enter it."

"The drawer..." Huang Jin suddenly raised his head: "That's right! I opened a bloody drawer in the library, and then came here!"

Huang Jin's eyes were red, and he couldn't accept this fact for a while. He clutched Lin Ya's trousers: "I won't be unable to get out forever, right?"

Lin Ya said: "As long as you complete the mission, you can get out alive."

Huang Jin stood up and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good..."

Lin Ya laughed viciously: "The premise is that you can live long enough to complete the task."

Huang Jin's legs gave way, and he almost fell down again.

Hearing the conversation between Lin Ya and Huang Jin, the boy standing next to Huang Jin changed his face, and immediately moved away from them, walking quickly towards the second group.

A girl spit out gum bubbles blatantly stretched her legs to the aisle of the second group, but the walking boys continued to walk forward quickly as if they couldn't see it.

"boom!"

The boy was tripped and fell to the ground, his forehead hit the corner of the table heavily, his skin was instantly red and purple, and bright red blood oozes from the wound.

The books piled on the table fell to the ground, and the owner of the table was a girl with ponytails. She didn't bother to pick up the books, so she hurried to help him, and asked worriedly: "Jiangling, are you okay? Did you fall while walking?"

Jiang Ling touched his forehead, looked at the pool of blood in his palm, and gasped in pain: "I don't know what's going on."

The girl with two ponytails said: "You have to go to the infirmary to bandage the wound."

Jiang Ling looked up at the wall clock, the blood on his face faded completely: "It's almost seven o'clock, from now until the end of evening self-study, none of us can leave this classroom for half a step."

When the girl with ponytails heard this, her pupils trembled slightly, she hurriedly picked up the book, and took out a handkerchief to cover Jiang Ling's wound: "You stop the bleeding, go back to your seat and sit down!"

Listening to their conversation, Ji Siwei knocked on the table thoughtfully, and looked at the girl who tripped Jiangling.

The girl was spitting out chewing gum bubbles, looking at Jiang Ling's embarrassed back with a half-smile.

Sensing Ji Siwei's gaze, the girl rolled the popped bubblegum into her mouth, lowered her eyelids and made a face at Ji Siwei.

The round eyeball fell out of the eye socket, and a slender blood vessel connected the end of the eyeball so that it would not fall to the ground.

The blood vessels on the eyeball were still beating, and the bright red blood flowed down the eye socket and onto the cheeks, making the girl's pale face look very creepy.

Feeling empty in his heart, Ji Siwei controlled the expression on his face, pretending not to see her, and very naturally looked at the clock behind her.

Staring at Ji Siwei for a while, but found no flaws, the girl tilted her head, put her eyeballs back into their sockets, and stopped looking at Ji Siwei.

His heartbeat slowed down, and Ji Siwei heard Kuang Muzi's voice of relief.

He's not the only one who can see the bubblegum girls!

There is something wrong with this classroom.

Ji Siwei didn't feel any yin energy, but saw a ghost, and as long as the ghost didn't take the initiative to expose it, it would look like an ordinary person.

This meant that it was difficult for him to judge whether there were other ghosts besides the bubblegum girl among the people in the classroom.

Soon, the classroom was full of people.

"bell……"

All the hands on the clock pointed to seven, the class bell rang, and everyone returned to their seats.

it's getting dark.

A middle-aged man with a triangle board in his hand walked to the door of the classroom and knocked on the door.

The classroom was extremely silent, and all the students looked at the door at the same time.

The middle-aged man cleared his throat: "The new head teacher of your class has not been confirmed yet, so you study independently tonight."

The identity of the middle-aged man should be a teacher. He glanced at the classroom and slowly frowned: "Don't you need to remove the empty tables and chairs and readjust their positions? Who is the monitor now?"

Hearing the teacher's words, many people lowered their heads and their shoulders collapsed as if they were weighed down by some heavy object.

Some people raised the corners of their lips and let out weird chuckles.

"Teacher, I'm the class monitor." A short-haired boy stood up suddenly, clenched his right hand tightly, and said in a timid voice, "Teacher, please leave the empty desks and chairs in the classroom. We...we don't need to adjust the seats."

He seemed to have experienced something terrible, and his shoulders were shaking when he spoke.

"Well, it's not good to keep so many vacancies." The teacher sighed: "It seems that that incident has affected you too much. I'll leave first. You should study hard."

"So many vacancies..." Ji Siwei pursed his lips, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his hands.

The classroom is obviously full of people, where is there any vacancy?

What kind of classroom does this teacher see!

Could it be that people with different identities see different pictures?

……

The teacher's words seemed to mention a certain taboo, and the atmosphere in the classroom became very strange.

The squad leader sat down slowly, opened his tightly clenched right hand tremblingly, and inside lay a piece of paper wet with sweat, on which a line of words was written with a red pen, and the ink blurred like blood:

Dear squad leader, we are always by your side, we can only sit in your place when the tables and chairs are removed.