Lord God decides to die

After a long time, the sky gradually brightened.The second floor is very close to the ground. You can see the magnificent stone statues standing on the central lawn and the flower beds in the distance. Occasionally, you can hear birdsong and hurried footsteps outside the building.

The clock on the wall pointed to 06:30, and Lin Pei shook Ni Zijiao awake.

The morning sun was already very strong, but the campus was eerily quiet, except for the scraping noise of high-altitude helicopters, there was no sound at all.The light is dazzling, frozen in the air, exuding death, as if you will be stabbed if you touch it.

Ni Zijiao rubbed his eyes, and wanted to turn on the faucet, but Lin Pei held down his hand.

The tap water rushing out of the faucet made a lot of noise, and they didn't know if there was anyone else in the building, and releasing the water was tantamount to revealing their whereabouts.Since yesterday, the term "classmate" has disappeared.As long as there is only one person alive, there will be no real companions in the school.

Ni Zijiao let out a small snort, and took drinking water and antipyretics from Lin Pei.He took the medicine and gnawed on the biscuits. Lin Pei uncovered his forehead hair and put the back of his hand on his forehead.

Still very hot.

At seven o'clock, the helicopter made an announcement on time.

From a distance, they heard the sound of the school gate being opened, and bursts of arrogant laughter drifted over.The hunter enters the paddock.

The best-case scenario is that no one finds a trace of them for two days.But this is impossible, the hunters have three full days to search every corner of the campus, sitting here is no different from committing suicide.

Ni Zijiao knew the hunter's route very well, and he was not interested in avoiding them.Anyway, when this group of NPCs saw him, they just knelt down and worshiped him in fear, without any interest.

He folded the medicine box that Lin Pei gave him, and saw Lin Pei walk out the door without a sound, and returned to the laboratory after a while to pack up his things.

Ni Zijiao suddenly regained his spirits: "Let's go?"

Lin Pei: "I'll go, you stay."

"Where are you going?"

Lin Pei didn't answer him, and pulled the dagger out of his pocket, and put it between his distinct knuckles.

"If I don't come back in half an hour, wait for me in the duty room on the east side of the first floor. If anyone finds out, run away, and remember to leave a signal for me." His eyes froze, and his eyes slid to Ni Zijiao, "They dare not kill you Right? Just stay here."

When Ni Zijiao heard that he had to wait for orders again, he couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Lin Pei worked carefully and carefully, trying to minimize the loss. He knew that following him would only get in the way, but...

The main god, who didn't think it was a big deal, still wanted to watch them fight.In this desperate situation, fighting with one's life on the line is fun!

Ni Zijiao was lying on the table playing with the cardboard box in boredom, and suddenly remembered something, and asked him: "What if you don't come back?"

Lin Pei was silent.

He is not a three-year-old child, so he would not naively think that Ni Zijiao was concerned about him.The person sitting in front of him is not a real child, but an evil god who regards life as nothing and is so bored that he wants to end everything with death.

His life was given by this demon.If he didn't come back, the demon wouldn't die, and it was useless to save him.

The reality is so simple, so simple that it is somewhat realistic.

Lin Pei turned around, no emotion could be seen on his green face.

"Don't worry, there is no such possibility."

Ni Zijiao smiled: "Well, have a good trip."

The boy walked away, and the laboratory fell into dead silence again.Ni Zijiao looked down at the badly folded medicine box and threw it out of the window.

Suddenly, the front door was knocked open, and a slightly embarrassed person rushed into the laboratory.

Adults.

The head teacher in disheveled clothes was panting and scolding his mother.

As the only adult among the prey, he had a big advantage in this game—although he was missing a hand, fortunately, this middle-aged man had learned emergency hemostasis for a long enough time. The bandage looks a bit ugly, but it is practical.

The homeroom teacher wiped off his sweat and raised his head, stunned in place.

He didn't expect someone here, luckily he was the least aggressive student in his class, but——

She is very cute, and the head teacher always knows it.But he didn't discover until today that her beauty is the beauty that can make people regardless of black and white.

In front of the dim wall, the boy sat with his head bowed, as if a priceless porcelain doll was hidden in a quiet ancient temple, his pale and magnificent red eyes glanced at the golden sun outside the window, the faint sunlight brushed against his crystal chin, his hands folded, Pale as a flower of ice.

Hearing the movement, the boy turned his face away.At that moment, the teacher in charge only felt that the eyes that never changed had swept across his whole world.

It doesn't matter if you go bankrupt, steal the sky for another day, or take it by force... As long as you can possess it, even if you are punished by heaven and earth, and the ten clans are exterminated, as long as you take a look at him, it doesn't matter!

The homeroom teacher was stunned, swallowed, and asked cautiously: "Jiaozi, why are you here?"

Ni Zijiao chuckled, "I'm afraid of death, so I hid here."

The head teacher was shaken by the smile, and stretched out his hand, about to touch the artwork.The boy seemed to notice it, raised his head, made a gun gesture with his immature five fingers, aimed at his head, and softly called out "Boom".

Suddenly, he heard an explosion.A few drops of red splashed from his eyes, turning into a blood mist.

He smelled the blood and gunpowder smoke coming from his temple, turned around in a daze, and saw the muzzle of the gun and the hunter with a livid face behind him.

The corpse fell to the ground.

The hunter pressed the pocket camera on the brooch, rolled to the ground in panic, and slammed his forehead against the smooth tiles.

"It's too late!"

The rough cardboard drifted down the wind to the lawn downstairs, and hit the stone-carved apple of the father of mechanics with a bang.

The radio rang again.

"No.2 victim appeared. Name, Yang Fan; cause of death, hunter killed."