* Cough cough *
In the darkness, Yang Ling opened his eyes.
The pain of struggling and suffocating just now made Yang Ling feel double the pain just thinking about it. It was also at this moment that Yang Ling was certain of one thing: he was still alive.
He sat in front of the desk and could see everything on it. There were many people's names written on the desk, and there was only one " me " followed by many other people's names.
It was signed as Third Grade Class Two.
If that was the case, the names in front of him were the names of everyone in the third grade's class two on the third floor. In other words, this table was exactly the same as the one that had disappeared from the third grade's class two classroom.
As for whether it was true or not, Yang Ling had already made up his mind.
However, further verification was needed.
At this moment, the young lady who was sitting with her back facing Yang Ling began to play the zither again. As the young lady began to play the zither again, Yang Ling's heart tensed up once again. But unexpectedly, Yang Ling was not entangled by the countless strands of hair this time. Instead, layers of black hair appeared before his eyes, and it was as if countless images were appearing in the hair.
The first thing Yang Ling saw was a burly man in a black coat. He held a terrifying machete in his hand, and at this moment, the machete was wildly slashing at the third-grade students in class. Some of them even had their heads chopped off.
For a moment, the entire classroom was in a mess. As the entire classroom was in a mess, countless students thought of running out.
Unfortunately, the classroom doors were sealed shut.
As the black-robed thug continued to kill, countless students were slashed to death…
The scene was unbearable and extremely terrifying.
In the end, the black-clothed thug dropped the machete in his hand. He simply grabbed the necks of the students who were still alive and strangled them to death.
Yang Ling could almost imagine the despair of the children at that time.
At this moment, a girl finally opened the door. She rushed out desperately. The black-clothed thug rushed out without thinking. Without a knife, he smashed the glass with a punch. He used a piece of glass as a weapon and slashed at the girl's neck.
Ah...
Following a piercing sound, Yang Ling's entire body trembled.
The next moment, he opened his eyes.
It was also at this moment that Yang Ling suddenly connected a few images that he had thought were useless in his mind.
Then who was this little girl playing the piano in front of him?
Why did he tell her the whole story?
Even though Yang Ling did not understand, he could confirm a guess in his heart.
Although this guess had yet to be verified.
When Yang Ling opened his eyes, the young lady playing the zither still hadn't turned around, her back facing Yang Ling. She was no longer playing the zither, but the moonlight shone on the lonely and thin figure. Yang Ling suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of melancholy. He had a feeling that he had seen this girl somewhere before.
However, he couldn't remember for a moment.
The dense hair scattered in all directions, and at the same time, it sealed all the doors and windows that could be used to get out.
Yang Ling knew that he had to fulfill some other conditions if he wanted to leave this place, and all of these conditions were fulfilled by the little girl who had her back to him.
Just as Yang Ling stood up, the words on the table in front of him miraculously changed.
Miraculously, crooked words began to appear on the desk, and it looked like it was drenched in blood. Even though it was extremely terrifying, Yang Ling was reading it very seriously.
"I'm an orphan. I didn't know who my parents were since I was young..."
This was more like a self-introduction, and through this self-introduction, Yang Ling learned some important information about the girl playing the zither.
Her name was Zhao Xiaoying. She was an orphan who loved music since she was young and was very talented. She was eccentric and eccentric. On the day the murderer attacked, he was practicing in the piano classroom. The person who killed her was his piano teacher, a piano teacher named Zhou Dakang. He was a genius and also a pervert...
There was no more information.
After Yang Ling finished reading the words on the desk, the entire desk suddenly turned into clumps of hair, and finally disappeared completely.
"I…"
At this moment, Yang Ling's body trembled, and his expression changed drastically.
At this moment, he confirmed his previous guess. The girl in front of him was also a student of the third grade class two, and she was also the cultural and entertainment committee member of the third grade class two.
This was because when Yang Ling was sitting on the podium of the third grade's class two, there were two empty seats in the first row in front of him.
One was the class monitor's, and the other was Zhao Xiaoying's.
People would grow, especially in such an extreme environment.
Yang Ling began to memorize the details of everything he had seen, starting from the words on the glass piece that had become the last question.
Although the classroom was very chaotic and many students had left their seats, there were actually two people absent from third grade class two.
If one of them is Zhao Xiaoying, then the other must be the "examiner" who gave me the questions.
And the desk that disappeared just now was not the one that disappeared from the third grade class two classroom. If it was, according to the rules of the game, he would have died!
"Candidate Yang Ling, please look at the answer board and answer the fourth question. You have fifteen minutes left!”
What was that?
The fourth question?
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