Chapter 104: first Middle school (1/2)

This tall tower is likely to be a sign.

In the Genesis of the Old Testament of the Bible, in order to be able to reach heaven, mankind gathered together on the plain and planned to build a high tower directly connected to heaven.

This act angered God, and God quietly incarnates into the world, imparting countless different languages ​​to humans, making it impossible for them to communicate with each other, so the act of building Tongtian Pagoda was shelved.

This also represents an unfinished plan, a destruction.

Zong Jiu twisted his eyebrows and thought for a long time, and didn't even listen to this lesson.

Fortunately, this class is not a biology class, and there is no teacher Nan who will always call him and only know to ask him to get up and answer questions, so occasionally, the faceless teacher on the podium also opens one eye and closes one eye. It won't be right. He is punished for this kind of honor student.

The situation this time is definitely not the same as before, but the real danger.

The white-haired young man pressed his eyebrows to think, and finally opened the system backpack again and drew a card.

The question he asked this time was: how to find a solution to the game.

The card drawn this time is a Hanged Man.

The hanged man means contemplation, scrutiny, and self-sacrifice.

Zong Jiu glanced, as if he was aware of something, lowered his eyes and stuffed it back into the deck again.

If there is really no way, he can only find the devil and let the other party complete the so-called ”npc cooperation reward”.

But to be honest, even the teachers hired by the No. 1 Middle School may not be able to stop the executions in the school rules. In addition, Zong Jiu lacks trust in the character of the devil, and thinks that the other party will definitely get in the way.

However, the appearance of the game-solving card just now made Zong Jiu feel unusually unhappy.

Sure enough, the devil told him regretfully that he didn't have that much authority in this copy.

Of course, with no.1's ability, it is not difficult to destroy this copy, but why does he want to do this?

This copy allows the selfishness and malice among the trainees to be displayed unreservedly, which is no.1's favorite drama.

The man curled his mouth and said, ”Don't worry, since it's a reward exchange, I certainly won't put you in danger. But others...”

He spread his hands, ”Then I can't help.”

Fortunately, there is not only bad news these days, but also good news.

The half-vampire put the paper **** of the Tōyumen behind the iron gate under the teaching building. The Tōyumen has been seizing the time these days and nights, racing against the clock to manipulate the gods to explore the area, and obtained a lot of clues.

The paper **** is a bit bad and slow to act.

In addition, the Yin Qi in the corpse pool was too heavy, causing the Onmyoji's spiritual power transmission to be slightly hindered and difficult, so the progress was much slower.

But three weeks, no matter how slow it was, it was enough for Tuyumen to inquire about the ground underneath.

Behind the iron gate is a corridor.

The end seemed to be a secret road. The paper gods followed to explore and found that the place led to an earth wall outside the school. On weekdays, it was inaccessible, and in the past it was only for school leaders to travel. After all, the gate was glued with cement and iron railings, and the school was surrounded by high walls with a power grid entwined with sections. Just let the students not go out on weekdays, but can the school leaders be the same as the students?

This secret path is likely to be the clue that the girl left in the diary, and it was also the way their classmates wanted to find a way to survive and escape from school.

On the right side of the corridor is the sinking pond.

Students who commit crimes on weekdays will be thrown into this room.

That kind of cold resentment coiled around the sinking pond, even through the thick door panel, you could smell the unpleasant rancid smell behind it, as well as the unswerving rumbling of the biogas digester generator.

Countless broken limbs, blood and brain marrow were swept in here mercilessly, red and white things piled up, and eventually turned into foul smelling black, convolved with dead branches and leaves, becoming the best in the first middle school. Of raw materials for feeding.

Those faceless teaching assistants and teachers even talked complacently, saying that many more students died this year than in previous years. There are more nutrients, and more electricity is generated by the biogas. The hot water in the staff dormitory is comfortable, and the air-conditioning can be turned on for heating. The people who heard it were scared.

The door on the left side of the corridor is always locked, but according to the message sent back from the paper god, there seems to be someone inside this door.

Not only people, but also school teachers will take turns to stay in this gate every other month and then come out again. In order to avoid suspicion, the paper **** did not dare to move forward, so he had to act by chance by the side.

As a result, one night, Tu Yumen suddenly looked serious and handed Zong Jiu a counseling book.

He knew it clearly. After opening the counseling book, he saw a small note written on it.

[The grievance is too heavy, the paper-like god’s connection has been intermittent since early this morning]

[The number of faceless people entering the door on the left has increased in the past two days, and the last scene that came back was that the lights were turned on. Someone picked up the shikigami paper from the ground, and then completely lost contact]

Lost contact.

Zong Jiu's eyes sank.

Even if a secret passage that could escape the school was found in the sinking pool, it was useless, because their mission was to survive for 120 days in the No. 1 Middle School. No one can predict whether this time of survival will continue to be counted after leaving school. If it is not counted, what awaits them is a dead end.

Zong Jiu remembered his bad idea again.

Now it seems that bad ideas are not bad ideas, but you have to wait for the final exam to be used.

After all, the top priority now is how to take Class 9 to pass the second monthly exam.

He put the note back into the counseling book, rolled over and got off the bed.

It is only four hours before getting up in the middle of the night. No matter how superhuman the trainees are, they have to rest. Now the lights have begun to go out at this time, and only a few are left.