Chapter 1 The Horror of the Academy
The autumn wind is rustling, and the phoenix flowers are rolling and dancing.
In Yihe High School, Class 7 of the third year of senior high school did not read aloud in the past, and the students in the corner of the classroom looked surprised. An Hong, a Chinese teacher at the podium, frowned. She was hesitating whether to find a head teacher to deal with the current situation.
The classroom was in a mess, and the desks, books and chairs were upside down.
In the center, a student stepped on the chair with his left foot, his eyes under the rimless glasses were focused, his high nose was covered with sweat beads, and he twisted the Phillips screwdriver to skillfully disassemble the desk, completely ignoring the eyes around him. Next to his low-top canvas shoes, there are a few metal chair legs and a toolbox printed with the white lacquer characters of Class 7.
The student's name is Chen Qinghe. His grades are above average in the class. In his impression, he is quiet and low-key, and he is very addicted to online games. However, half a year ago, his father's company went bankrupt and committed suicide. After the family suffered great changes, he became taciturn. He was drowsy at the end of the classroom all day long, and Ben was increasingly marginalized in the class.
"Qinghe, what the hell are you going to do--"
Sports committee member Huang Zicheng asked carefully.
He has been staring nervously at the cross screwdriver in Chen Qinghe's hand. Just a few minutes ago, all the classmates who were close to Chen Qinghe were driven away by him waving the screwdriver.
Although I don't know the reason!
But Huang Zicheng feels that Chen Qinghe is very dangerous at this moment. He is completely different from the former taciturn, sitting in the last row as a decadent and depravity, like a rotten guy.
"Shut up!"
Chen Qinghe looked up and glanced at Huang Zicheng coldly.
"..."
Huang Zicheng was hit by his eyes and was fixed in place. He opened his mouth for a while and finally closed his mouth. Chen Qinghe's eyes were like staring at the fierce beast of his prey, and his sharp indifference made him frightening.
8:27 points.
There are five minutes left...or three minutes!
Chen Qinghe has been silently paying attention to time.
"Mys--"
He took out the tape from the toolbox, tore it hard, tangled the metal chair leg and the cross screwdriver grip, repeated it more than a dozen times, and a simple weapon was finished.
"What is he doing?"
"Spear?"
"Oh, what's the use of making this kind of toy?"
"..."
There were a lot of comments. Chen Qinghe was unmoved, but just immersed himself in mechanically making it. His expression was terribly focused, as if life was at the last moment, and the passage of every second meant that he was one step closer to death.
Tear the tape and wrap it around.
Repeat, repeat - until a simple short spear is completed.
"No, no."
When Huang Zicheng saw Chen Qinghe finish his weapon, he immediately emptied his schoolbag and picked up the mineral water and snacks scattered around him. There was an inexplicable anxiety in his heart.
"He's not crazy. What must he do for!"
For no reason, it is impossible for a normal person to suddenly completely ignore the existence of people around him, rudely interrupt the ongoing Chinese class, pull out the dusty toolbox from the locker in the corner of the classroom, and then dismantle the desk like a demon and make weapons.
But Huang Zicheng racked his brains and couldn't figure out the reason.
Now I can only watch it...
Many people have the same idea as Huang Zicheng. After all, he will not react dangerously if he is not close to Chen Qinghe, which is also the reason why the Chinese teacher An Hong is not in a hurry to call Duan Chang.
- Huh.
Chen Qinghe took a breath.
He picked up his Adi schoolbag full of necessities, on tiptoe, picked up the schoolbag to confirm the weight, and then looked up at the quartz clock directly above the Red Star Red Flag.
The second hand has passed half a circle, and the minute hand almost coincides with the thirty-tenth scale.
"What time does the first class end?"
Chen Qinghe asked.
Huang Zicheng replied, "At 8:30, what's wrong?"
When the second hand passes twelve hours, the Chinese class will be over... But what's the point of this question?
It's just after class!
Many people think that Chen Qinghe's problem is really not nutritious. Are there any students who don't know the time after class? ... Based on this idea, many people secretly shake their heads.
There is no point in continuing such a farce.
Anhong has walked off the podium, and her plump buttocks under her skirt twisted out of the classroom, preparing to call someone to deal with the students who destroy the classroom. Yihe High School is a first-level standard school in the province.
This kind of student is not allowed to appear!
Chen Qinghe bent down to pick up the weapon, tightened the elastic belt of the schoolbag, and said to everyone with a serious expression: "They are coming..."
"What are they?"
Huang Zicheng is puzzled.
"A foreign creature--"
"Monsters who destroy the world."
Chen Qinghe held a weapon and looked around the laughing classmates with indifferent eyes. The owners familiar with strange faces in front of him awakened his deep memory.
Lin Jing,
Li Xiyu, Yan Xinting,
Ma Nan, Zhang Yixue, Jin Zhiwen...
Huang Zicheng was stunned and didn't know how to respond.
At this moment, even he inevitably felt ridiculous, and he felt that Chen Qinghe was deeply poisoned by the doomsday movie.
"Haha, it's been a long time..."
Lin Jing, a member of the study committee, walked out of the crowd.
He laughed loudly and said, "Chen Qinghe, are you going to tell everyone now that you are going to be a hero to save the world?"
What he said!
Many people followed, saying what to wear superman as underwear, and what kind of biochemical crisis is said one after another.
And Chen Qinghe just smiled and looked at it quietly.
Dip-
The quartz clock passed twelve hours in seconds, and the bell echoed in the quiet campus, and the sound was like the final sound of the arrival of hell, and the great changes in the world opened.
November 2013, 8:30 a.m.
Ji!!!!
A burst of hissing between bats and rats, like a ghost wailing at midnight, resounded over the whole Baihai City, followed by the shaking of the earthquake mountain.
Rumble, rumble.
It has a history of 20 years. The teaching building that has been renovated several times is like a swaying paper building. The brick wall cracks crack after another, and the chandeliers in each floor are shaken like a swing. At this moment, all the teachers and students of the school are at a loss and follow the earthquake drill.
Earthquake?
or tsunami? But what is this cry?
Lin Jing, who made fun of him for the first time, the smile on his face froze like dried dog shit, and the feeling of anger and embarrassment emerged in the hearts of students like him who made fun of him.
"Daw, what's going on?"
Lin Jing stared at Chen Qinghe and felt that such a abnormal movement had something to do with him.
"Go and see for yourself."
Chen Qinghe looked at Lin Jing coldly.
He remembered the study committee. Three days later, the man would be as crazy as a hungry wild dog, stabbed to death the mother of the girl who had just entered primary school this year, and finally disappeared.
Look?
Lin Jing stared at Chen Qinghe and walked to the window.
suddenly.
"Monster, monster, monster!!"
An Hong turned back to the classroom like a frightened bird. She didn't have the demeanor of a teacher at all. Her face was as pale as snow. She screamed, "There are monsters outside, and the sky is full of monsters like bats!!"
Bat?!
The faces of the whole class suddenly changed. They looked at Chen Qinghe strangely. They clearly remembered what he said not long ago - "They are coming... monsters that destroy the world!"
Impossible!
Chen Qinghe stopped at the back door of the classroom and turned around to meet the eyes of the whole class like a ghost.
"What a monster!"
"It's 2013, Chen Qinghe, don't play 2012..."
Lin Jing came to the window with disdain on his face. He wanted to expose Chen Qinghe's boring lies, so he leaned out his head and saw a blue sky.
Nothing!
The white clouds are shining brightly.
"Look, there are no bullshit monsters!"
Lin Jing withdrew half of his head with a sneer on his face.
At this moment, the clear sky above his head gave him the capital to laugh at Chen Qinghe. He leaned his back against the window and was in a mood, admiring the appearance of his classmates who he didn't know who to believe.
Idiot!
What kind of shit Mayan prophecy has gone bankrupt, and he still believes these things that fool children.
Chen Qinghe shook his head silently.
At this moment, Lin Jing did not find an endless "blood cloud" covering the blue sky. The blood cloud swept through Yihe High School like undulating waves. Suddenly, a blood shadow swooped down and rushed to Lin Jing, who showed his head from the window with an L-shaped movement track.
"Chen Qinghe, you..."
Before Lin Jing finished speaking, a black claw pressed his head.
The creaking sound of the cracked skull suddenly sounded.
His head was like a broken watermelon, and half of his head was cut out of the tofu-shaped pink brain tissue by black claws, followed by blood sprayed like a burst of durian. Several students around the blackboard of the podium took the brunt and were splashed all over.
I don't know if the warmth is blood or something from brain tissue. It sticks to the faces of these students and slowly slid into their mouths like slugs, until the smell of the taste buds came from them, and they suddenly woke up--
The pores all over the body are erect, and I have witnessed a Lin Jing's eyeball, like meat. The ball rolled slowly towards them.
In an all, the whole classroom is full of blood!
The horrible visual impact was like a midnight nightmare. The timid girl had nausea and vomiting on the spot, and Mr. An was even more unbearable. She fainted as soon as her eyes closed.
The bloody scene was in front of him, and the boy's face turned white and he didn't dare to look.
Only Chen Qinghe's expression remained unchanged, staring at Lin Jing's headless corpse leaning against the window. The blood sprayed like a spring and stained the surroundings with blood, and then fell into the pool of blood.
The body remained motionless, as if silently announcing that the era of hell had come.
-huhu,
Everyone was so bold that they didn't even dare to scream. Outside the window, the black claw "master" patted a pair of two-meter-long blood wings, smashed a row of window glass and rushed to the sky.
Pa, Pa, Pa.
A few pieces of glass slag fell from the flying window, which was particularly clear in the dead classroom.
Huang Zicheng's eyes widened and swallowed saliva repeatedly.
He stared at Chen Qinghe, who looked calm, and suddenly realized that everything he had just now was to deal with the present. He said, "You already knew it? What was the monster just now?
Most people don't see the monster clearly.
However, for a moment, the horrible and strange power of crushing a living person's head is obvious to all and makes people's spines and tails feel cold.
"Blood bat."
"A monster whose extreme flight speed can be close to Mach, with weak vision, sensitive sense of smell, bloodthirsty, and double claw grip can easily pinch 5 centimeters of thick iron plate." Chen Qinghe stared at a pair of eyes occupied by fear, calmly stared at Lin Jing's headless body lying in a pool of blood, and indifferently introduced the characteristics of monsters such as blood bats.
"Guru."
Many people swallow saliva repeatedly, and they can completely imagine the horror of such a monster.
"Those who don't want to die, come with me now."
Chen Qinghe glanced at the lost classmate.
The reason why I didn't escape from the classroom at the first time and found a safe haven to hide was that I stayed in the classroom waiting for his panicked classmates--
It's not ridiculous sympathy!
On the first day of the end of the world, endless monsters will land on the southeast coast of China and then push forward rapidly towards the mainland. Such a bad situation urgently needs a safe haven, and this group of classmates are the best "cannon fodder" on the way to escape.
A group of students living in ivory towers are far more accessible than independent adult strangers.
Come on?
Most people are still stunned. Growing up in a greenhouse environment, they don't have much thinking ability under the impact of the terrible reality, and even most of them have the idea of rescue to come to deal with it.
Look at me, look at you...
Either crying silently or being stunned.
"Well, keep it if you want to die."
Chen Qinghe left a sentence and turned around and walked out of the classroom without hesitation.
In addition to the accurate "prophecy" just now, based on the nature of human beings at the time of crisis, he is quite confident that these students will keep up, and they want to live on the first day--
The only choice is to keep up with him!
In Baihai City, which has a population of 3 million on the first day of the world, more than 90% of the people died under the claws of torrent-like monsters.
People who have never experienced hell!
It is hard to imagine what kind of bloody horror this most terrible first day of the end of the world will evolve into, and he... Chen Qinghe not only went to hell in person, but also survived tenaciously.
In the empty corridor, Chen Qinghe walked quickly.
Class 6, Class 5, Class 4... All the classes that passed by, without exception, hid under the desk according to the earthquake emergency drill and fell motionless. The hissing of the blood bat was mistaken for an air defense alarm by them, so no one found his existence at all--
Sure enough, it's less than a few seconds away.
As Chen Qinghe expected, someone left the classroom. The first person was none other than Huang Zicheng, a sports committee member. He deliberately left the "weapon" in the classroom with him in his hand.
Metal chair legs and a rough spear made of a screwdriver.
Chen Qinghe accelerated down the stairs.
The whole class followed closely, and the boys were in front of the girls in order.
......
After a while, everyone stopped on the second floor.
All the people anxiously stared at Chen Qinghe, who was standing at the top of the stairs and looking at the playground from the back through the window. Such a "wasting time" behavior has caused dissatisfaction among many people.
"He didn't leave on purpose!"
"Do you want to kill us?"
Yan Xinting, the English representative, is one of them. Lin Jing has a very close relationship with her in the class. Many students think that they are about to develop into lovers. You can imagine Lin Jing's unfortunate death, which makes her feel resentful for Chen Qinghe.
"Xinting, stop it."
Li Xiyu pulled off Yan Xinting's sleeve.
Humph!
Although Yan Xinting resented Chen Qinghe, she listened to her good friend's words.
On weekdays, monitor Li Xiyu is a good person. Even Chen Qinghe, a marginalized classmate, did not deliberately ignore him, but it was her personality that earned her an excellent reputation in the school. Previously, she proposed to follow Chen Qinghe to the whole class.
"What is he looking at?"
"This waste of time will cause everyone's dissatisfaction."
Li Xiyu stood by the garbage can in the corridor and worried about him.
There was a dark head in front of her, and he couldn't see the situation in front of him at all. Except for seeing Chen Qinghe for a long time, he couldn't see the window view.
The anxiety of the passage of time!
has spread in the hearts of people in the back row, but none of the students in the front row are silent, and their eyes are more and more afraid.
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