dramatic death

Most fears come from the unknown.

The turbid darkness is like some coagulated colloid, squeezing the air in Yintong's lungs inch by inch.He seemed to be nailed to the cold seat by countless invisible eyes, and the shirt rubbed against his waist and abdomen with the ups and downs of his breathing, as if something was caressing his body blankly.

His body seemed to be clinging to the inner wall of the freezer, cold sweat climbed up the soles of his feet, dense discomfort drilled into his bone marrow layer upon layer, and even the blood seemed to be frozen into ice picks.

On the side of the conference table, the phantom representing Cheng Mingque seemed to smile softly.

This laughter sounded a little weird, but for a moment it was mixed with a trace of girlish charm.Yin Tong saw something moving in the darkness, the soft light of the flashlight was dangling on the table, and the small ovals overlapped back and forth like the shadow left by a pendulum, but the light and shadow changed positions.

The part that should have been dark was almost dazzlingly bright.

He heard Cheng Mingque clear his throat, and said softly: "Then where did those strange 'ants' go in a place that E doesn't know?"

"They lined up, sang songs, and walked up step by step according to the order. The 'goods' loaded in garbage bags were heavy and dirty. They didn't have time to throw them away, so they had to hide them first."

"Hide in a room where no one will enter."

No one remembers when or by whom the order was given.All the active young "ants" invariably opened the activity room at the end of the corridor, and stacked the goods in their hands behind the heavy curtains one by one.

They hummed a nursery rhyme softly, repeating those unfamiliar lyrics over and over again as if in a daze.

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down.*"

They could not tell where the head was, or which bag contained the limbs.They were only responsible for unloading, and even forgot to close the door of the activity room.

"London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady."

Little did they know that in about half an hour a sleepy young man would skip class and come to sleep in the playroom.He lent the key to someone else. Fortunately, the door was unlocked and could be opened with a push of the hand.

When he opened the door he saw nothing and smelled nothing.He fell asleep in the chair until he was awakened by the conversation outside the door.

He stood up, rubbed his eyes and walked towards the door.

Then inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of a person standing behind the heavy curtains.

……

The flashlight on the table was turned upside down, and Cheng Mingque held it up to illuminate his face.

He blinked and smiled under the weird lighting effect, and asked softly: "Are you scared?" He made a face while shaking the flashlight, and shouted, "Don't make such an expression, I just want to tell you something. Stories, what are you afraid of?"

No one answered in the dark, Cheng Mingque shook his head for a while, feeling bored, curled his lips and suddenly turned the flashlight, illuminating An Qi's face in the dark.

He said: "You guys are so unappreciative, you might as well continue."

"Is Senior An ready? You can't be brief and to the point. You must speak for 3 minutes."

……

There is no protagonist in An Qi's story.

His right hand was still intertwined with Yintong's ten fingers, and he didn't intend to let go of the flashlight, but just placed it on the table, facing himself, illuminating a small corner.The dark night was quiet and cold, Yin Tong tilted his head to watch An Qi's slender eyelashes flicker for a moment, and there was a faint soft light in his smoky gray eyes, like a bright firefly hiding.

He didn't turn around, and didn't look at Yintong, his right hand tightened, and his index finger tapped on the back of Yintong's hand three times.

This is their little code that means "I'm lying to you".

What is he going to lie to?

Yin Tong blinked his eyes in the dark.

The prompt "I'm lying to you" covers too wide a range, and can classify An Qi's entire story as a lie, or just pick out a small part of it and leave it in the cold.Yin Tong sat up straight, took out the posture of reviewing before the exam, and prepared to record the "knowledge points" that An Qi would talk about next, who knew that the young man sitting next to him was silent for a long time, cleared his throat, and said: " I don't think there's anything else to say."

"You seem to have said all you could say, and I think," he paused, "I don't think I have anything to add?"

Cheng Mingque sighed in the darkness, he yawned and muttered, "No, everyone has to talk, this is the rule of the game."

"Then what should I say?" An Qi asked.

Cheng Mingque laughed: "How do I know. But senior, you have to hurry up, you don't have so much time for you to dawdle."

An Qi nodded, and asked again: "How long can I think about it?"

Cheng Mingque stopped talking.

On the game board floating in mid-air, the copy progress has reached 80%.Yin Tong looked at An Qi's drooping eyelashes in the dim light, and suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the darkness.

At first it was just the faint sound of dripping water, vague as the tap in the bathroom in the hallway was left open.Then it became the sound of wet footsteps, like some sticky amphibian, slowly crawling into the room.

"pat"

"pat"

He had heard this voice.

Yintong thought of the hall of the dormitory building, his messy room, the corridor of the teaching building at dusk, and the ghost that appeared in his vision more than once.He vaguely felt that something had changed in his peripheral vision, like bugs that got into the display screen, something was climbing up in swarms, devouring the boy around him bit by bit.

He lowered his head and looked at An Qi's legs.

The dim light of the flashlight was not enough to illuminate An Qi's entire body, his legs were hidden in the shadow under the conference table, and at this moment, some strange marks were gradually imprinted on them.

Yin Tong tried to get closer to see the real thing, but An Qi grabbed his hand tightly, his cold fingers were like a piece of ice, which made him tremble, and instantly diverted all his attention.

He raised his head and looked at An Qi.Under the halo of yellow light, the young man was staring at him intently, with a warm smile in his slightly curved brows and eyes.

Then something, gradually climbed onto his clean coat.

"pat"

"pat"

The small bloody handprints were like sticky seals, and the perpetrator, like an innocent child, stepped on the edge of the chair and climbed onto An Qi's back.Its claws dirty An Qi's collar and printed on his cheeks, and the stinky blood left twisted stains on his face, like tiny bugs trying to get into his flesh.

Those hands crawled over his eyebrows, over his eyelids, and finally stayed on the edge of his mouth, as if they wanted to dig in along the corners of his slightly pursed lips, grab his tongue and crawl into his throat.

Yin Tong almost stood up and rushed forward, but An Qi held him back, smiled and shook his head.

He said: "This story must start from a dusk."

……

On special occasions, "doubt" is as common as dinner.

They appear at certain gatherings at certain times, appear in certain people's mouths at certain times, stamp conclusions on certain things at certain times, and incite people's hearts at certain times.

So when one person said, "I think there's something wrong with the new transfer student," half the assembly agreed.

"The timing of her transfer is too coincidental."

"Her attitude is a little strange."

"I think she doesn't seem very normal, like, it doesn't feel like a living person."

"It's an exaggeration to say 'not quite like a living person', but could she be a new thing developed by the neuropaths of the Academy of Sciences? Isn't there a fixed-point experiment before universal seeding? Could she be the experimental product?"

"A fixed-point experiment?" Someone asked, "Wow, you don't want to say that her state is to be promoted, do you?"

"It's hard to say, who of you knows what the results of the reagents that we inject every Friday will produce? At present, the only news we can get is 'this thing is like a seed virus, and it will make people hallucinate after long-term injection'. A hint."

"Maybe it's modified by the seed virus."

"You can't talk nonsense." The only girl in the activity room shook her head at the moment. "The seed virus could have caused a wave of zombies. If the Academy of Sciences uses it for experiments, it will really cause public outrage."

"As far as the mice in our school are all dead, who knows? Maybe our final result is to become like the new transfer student. Every day, the brain is empty and the eyes are dull, just like an empty shell. "

Someone in the team who was similar to the captain knocked on the table and interrupted him: "The investigation hasn't started yet, so don't scare yourself."

"Tan Xiao has already jumped off the building."

The captain shook his head: "She jumped off the building for a reason."

"What's the reason? I think she had too many hallucinations, and she was addicted to [] drugs [], and she played herself to death."

"Don't say that," the captain's voice dropped instantly, he seemed reluctant to bring up this topic, "None of us know what the real situation is like."

"It's too late when you know."

"Then what do you want?" the captain asked, "What do you want to do? Bind the transfer students over to do experiments? Do you have a laboratory bench? Do you have tools? You don't even have the brains to do experiments. What do you want? What are you doing?"

"you!"

"Don't be noisy, don't be noisy," the teacher who has never said a word smiled and smoothed things over, "I'm still here, can you calm down a bit. Sit down when you come and go, and let everyone confess. You come first," he casually pointed The teenager who asked the question, "What do you want to do by asking this question, to cause a struggle within the group?"

The young man shook his head slowly: "Actually, I saw the new transfer student in the square in front of the school hospital yesterday morning. She was 'invited' off the suspension car," the young man raised his hand , made a "hold" gesture, "She looked a little weirder then than she does now."

The teacher asked, "Which aspect?"

The boy replied: "It's not like a human being." He paused, and then added, "Like a puppet, the kind of pure white body model displayed in the window."

"...Young master is different, I don't even know what a body model is."

"Don't interrupt," the girl frowned and thought for a moment, then she said, "Why don't you do this, my sister is very thoughtful, I'll try to lure her to have a look and see what she can observe."

"Then, it's not too late for us to make a decision."