Chapter 167: Gao Ming, Are You Scared Now?
The students entered different rooms, walked different paths in life and would have different endings. There were six students in the room that represented the school. They held their voting paper and looked at each other nervously.
Everyone has their own life mission. Dont just stand there. You can start your mission already. Wang Jie looked at the woman across from him. Back then, the girl once confessed to Wang Jie. After so many years, the girl was already another mans wife.
No one expected the killer Wang Jie to enter the school. The woman ran to the door. She wanted to move to another room, but once she touched the doorknob, the lights in the room went out. The door opened. Outside the door was the busy traffic and startling highrises. You De paced nervously around. You Liangs nightmare descended. The real society practical class had begun.
Is everyone in the same nightmare this time? Gao Ming touched the wall. The nightmare was more realistic than last time.
Hmm? Gao Ming noticed the drawings on the school wall. The horrifying drawings were Xia Yangs creation. Xia Yang and he drew them to take revenge on the bad guys when they entered the nightmare last time.
Xia Yangs drawings are still here?! The drawings were fading, but they would need a long time to disappear fully. This is quite embarrassing. I hope You Liang wouldnt mind it.
Gao Ming knew how to clear the nightmare. However, he had other missions to accomplish. Therefore, he had to control the rhythm carefully.
While You De complained to the students, Gao Ming walked over, raised his hand and slapped You De while the others watched in shock!
You De was stunned as he was slapped to the ground.
This person is the key to clear the class. Gao Ming grabbed You De by his arm and dragged him to the other students. Alright. You dont need to do anything anymore. Bring him away. Go play with him.
Wang Jie looked at the collapsed You De and seemed to understand something. He and the other two girls dragged You De away.
Didnt you want to leave earlier? Gao Ming turned to Du Bai, who was still standing there. Why did you stay now? Are you waiting for someone?
It seemed like Gao Ming could see Du Bais every thought. He was both afraid and unwilling. Back in school, he was very hardworking because he believed he could change his fate, but the result was very cruel. He studied hard, but his overall result was lower than Gao Mings. He tried his best to help the girl he liked, but that girl confessed to Wang Jie. After graduation, he worked so hard, but he only became the most normal teacher. He married someone he didnt love through his relatives introduction.
He was only 20 plus, but he could see his life when he was 60.
The memories between the 51st student and us are scattered around the school. We used the spare time between classes to feel and locate them. We found many things. The students following Qian Junran opened their bags. They took out dusty things. There was a ruler, a box to store fruits, a set of jumping ropes, an undelivered love letter
These objects of memories were hidden around the school. Only people from our class can find them. When Qian Junran placed these things close to the student ID, the picture on the ID became clearer. Then, the objects that contained the memory would disintegrate and disappear forever. The students destroyed the memories before Gao Mings eyes.
When the last object disappeared, the face on the ID became colourful. One could see a silhouette. Qian Junran led two bedrooms of people and had been conducting the search around the school. It was their combined effort that created this new student ID.
Are these the memory fragments the investigation centre wants to use us to find? Gao Ming had been busy with other things, but his classmates were excellent at helping him find the fragments.
Gao Ming, are you still pretending to be calm? Qian Junran held the student ID and then took out a bloody knife. Zuo Bos knife can kill ghosts. Even though I dont know how he did it, thats not important. I only care about the results.
The knife tip hovered over the student ID picture. Qian Junran felt like he was the centre of the world. We also dont want to kill you, but you insist on taking revenge on us and trapping us here.
Qian Junran said viciously as he pressed the knife down. After he pierced the picture, the foreign memory in Gao Mings heart bled out tears and blood.
Seeing the lack of pain on Gao Mings face, Du Bai asked with hesitation, Did we get the wrong person? Didnt the voice at the office building say that hurting the memory fragments is like stabbing the school rules? How come hes perfectly fine? Du Bai still felt some guilt.
The voice said that the person who made the rules was hiding in the school. However, we cant find him even though weve searched the whole school. Qian Junran felt like there was no going back. Therefore, there can only be one possibility. The 51st student has always been among us! He is Gao Ming!
The students radiated killing intent. Qian Junran stole Zuo Bos knife. The others didnt lag behind. Some of them obtained the cursed items at the school; some tried to use the items they bought from the canteen with merits; there were some who tricked the ghost students.
Weve attended two days of school, and youve improved so much. If our teachers hadnt died early, they would be so proud of you. Gao Ming held the black death portrait in his hand. He stared at the shadow behind Qian Junran silently. I originally wanted to use the most direct method to punish all of you, but considering how hard things have been for you the past few days, Ill go easy on you. Plus, youve helped me collect all the memory fragments.
Are you so scared that youre rambling? Qian Junran slowly pushed the knife into the picture. His gaze sharpened with malice. I wish Liu Yi was here to see how ugly you are right now.
She probably wont get the chance. Gao Ming smiled as he pointed behind Qian Junran.
Qian Junran turned around subconsciously to see a giant dog about 2 metres tall open its maw!Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
