: Chapter 22

broadcast room.
Xie Chian hit something when he opened the door. He glanced intently, Li Hao's corpse was tilted behind the door panel, his head was injured, his complexion was pale and decayed in the hot weather, and his face and neck had corpse spots.
Feng Ming was taken aback, and almost hung up on Xie Chian.
"Chi An, I'm afraid--" Feng Ming said weakly, don't dare to look too far.
...The scene is over.
"Go out if you're afraid." Xie Chian didn't mean to move the body out at all, and sat down on the office chair blindly.
Feng Ming instantly changed his words: "But I am not afraid of Chi An being here. Chi An feels safe."
Feng Ming sat down beside Xie Chian and put his bag on his knees.
It was already dusk, Xie Chian took out food to replenish his strength, and he did not have any psychological burden for eating in front of a carrion.
Feng Ming didn't seem to have any appetite. After all, most people couldn't live in the same room with a corpse and still drink water and eat calmly.
Feng Ming acted a full set, and refused to reveal any flaws. Of course, Xie Chian would not kindly remind him so that he could go down the hill and have a full meal.
So Feng Ming just watched Xie Chian finish eating a piece of pork floss cake, two pieces of Oreo biscuits, three pieces of Dove chocolate and a bottle of pure milk.
The soft little cake and black chocolate broke apart between the white teeth, and the slight chewing sound was particularly pleasant, which fully aroused people's gluttons.
Feng Ming simply suspected Xie Chian was deliberate.
It's okay to be hungry, but Xie Chi'an is stunned that he can turn nutrition at the scene of the murder into a big food movie. It's like eating and broadcasting, obviously I am not hungry, and I am hungry when I look at it.
After Xie Chian finished eating slowly, he threw the food packaging into the trash can. Then he watched the sky darken outside the window, waiting for nine o'clock.
At nine o'clock there is no threat to the two people in the broadcasting room. But for many people on this campus, that is the sentence of death.
The time limit on the third day was about to end, and those who did not kill were executed.
What kind of scene would it be?
The closer nine o'clock is, the more it oppresses people's nerves. In the last few minutes after eight o'clock, the killing of desperate people broke out everywhere in the school, like a counterattack before death.
Screaming and crying, blood and death, flooded the whole unrecognizable school. The weak pray for time to stop in despair, so that life can go straight to eternity. The slaughter stepped on the bones like crazy, laughing and rejoicing that he had escaped tonight's catastrophe. The cool man stood on a tall building and looked down at the purgatory with cold eyes, his lips sneered and sneered. The Most Good have already seen the King of Hades at this moment, and here is a paradise for evil thoughts that cannot tolerate the good.
Xie Chian lowered his eyes indifferently when he heard one after another screams from the corridor outside.
Feng Ming hesitated and moved, but in the end he did nothing but secretly scratched the paper on the desk.
Time will not stop because of anyone's wish, no matter how many people yell no, nine o'clock still arrives on time.
"The third day of the game is over. The current number of survivors is 951."
951 people, 951 people... how many people died? How many people were there yesterday?
Such a simple arithmetic problem, no one knows it right now. Who cares about the life and death of others at this time? Whether he can survive or not is still unknown.
Xie Chian in the broadcasting room almost instantly figured out today's death toll, 825.
This is a four-fold increase from 208 people yesterday.
Sure enough, there were more slayers on the third day. I just don’t know the remaining 951 people. The package does not include the unkilled persons to be executed...
Xie Chian was thinking so, and the next sentence of the broadcast followed: "But I believe you haven't forgotten the sentence that people who have not killed within three days will be executed, so now-the execution begins."
When the radio said this sentence, Xie Chian was standing by the window and saw with his own eyes a the empty ground downstairs exploding into a pool of minced meat and splashing blood.
The girl didn't even make a scream. Young lives are fleeting like fireworks.
When the principal exploded in public, Xie Chian didn't see it, but now he has seen it with his own eyes.
He clenched his hand in an instant, and his sinking eyes were soaked in thick ink.
Such things are still happening all over the school at the same time.
As Xie Chian expected, no suspicious persons appeared in the nine o'clock broadcast room. If the organizer is caught by him on the spot, he will surely let people know what it means to regret living.
Such a lunatic who treats life as a child's play...
Not worthy of being called a human.
While Xie Chian's anger rose, there was a chill in his heart, and the whole body was cold.
Is the organizer really human?
The principal died alone, which can be explained by being bombed by a human body. But so many people in the school can make them die at the same time and control their lives at will. What kind of power is it?
Could it be that all of them were bombarded invisibly
bombed, bombed if they wanted?
The broadcast was silent for a full minute before it sounded again. This minute was probably the execution time.
"The execution is complete, now we recalculate the number of survivors."
"The current number of survivors is 374."
Another 577 people died in this short minute!
At this point, Xie Chian finally understood why the organizers gave only 7 days for the 2008 students in a school, and they had to fight with them to only one person.
Looking at the huge number of people in 2008, it is impossible for the teachers and students in the school who have never seen blood to kill each other in 7 days. But the fact is that in just three days, more than 80% of the people have been eliminated.
On the first day, the principal was used to slaughter chickens and curse monkeys, and blocked the campus environment, causing panic among teachers and students, resulting in a few deaths.
The food issue got attention the next day. People began to fight for food. Conflicts broke out in a small area. More people chose to flee and stay on the sidelines.
The time limit for the execution on the third day was imminent, and people took risks in order to get a chance and began mass killings.
The number of broadcasts and warnings every night aroused fear and murder in the hearts of teachers and students in the school, and also made people lose their senses.
The psychological warfare was very beautiful step by step, and successfully disintegrated people's psychological defense. In the first three days, there was a big wave scouring the sand, weeding out the weak, the timid, and the kind, and the rule of execution for those who did not kill, even the last bit of lucky was wiped out.
Although these remaining people only accounted for 20% of the total number, all of them had their lives on their hands.
On the fourth day, the weak in the 20% will be eliminated. Waiting until the fifth and sixth days... At last, fewer and fewer people will stay, but the situation will be even more dangerous than the previous three days.
Because every one who survives is a dangerous man out of a hundred.
So what kind of existence are still alive on the seventh day?
Xie Chian didn't know.
A school Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Xie Chian never thought that he must be the one who lived to the end. Not to mention that at this moment, behind him... there is a poisonous snake entrenched.
In the crowded and dark broadcasting room, only the slight breathing of two people could be heard. Although Li Hao's corpse in the corner hadn't stinked yet, only a silhouette could be seen in the dark, but as long as he thought of a rotting corpse lying there, his scalp numb.
It's just that the two living people in the broadcasting room are not afraid of anyone.
In this world, the dead, how can the living be terrible?
No one in the school knows what the outside world is like. Three days have passed clearly, it seems that they are no longer in the same world. The past so many years of life have been like a dream, and the nightmare now is real.
Staying here for a long time, the spirit will really be confused.
Xie Chian stood quietly in front of the window for a moment. The sky is bright and the moon is bright, the silver light is shining, and the stars are shining like eyes.
He thought of many dead people, past and present. Those faces that were thought to be completely forgotten can still show vague shadows, and when he wants to see clearly, they are replaced by new faces in a blink of an eye.
"Brother Xie..."
"Xie Xuechang..."
"Xie..."
"Xie classmate..."
"Xie Chian..."
Familiar faces emerged one after another. They smiled at him as they did in the past, Liang Yifei was still silly, Tong Yihui's eyes twinkled, Teacher Deng was kind and kind, the head teacher was gentle and beautiful, and Chen Huihui bowed her head shyly, all alive and well.
But in an instant those faces changed again. Liang Yifei's face was full of blood, Tong Yihui's starlight died, Teacher Deng died of unfaithfulness, the head teacher's eyes were hollow, Chen Huihui twisted her resentment...
Xie Chian suddenly felt distressed.
It's like a desperately grasping something but unable to grasp it, even if I screamed my throat and drew my tears, it is irreversible despair. That kind of exhaustion, that kind of collapse.
He knew that it was not just because of these days, the despair came from his past, hidden in the memories he had forgotten.
Those memories that can't be completely forgotten even if deeply hypnotized.
Xie Chian doesn't really remember what he has experienced, only knows that it must be terrible, even worse than it is now. Because the scene before him can't make him shudder, and only a little residual feeling in his memory can make him extremely frightened.
My brother asked the top hypnotist to make him forget that memory, and he did. It's just that from now on, I will never cry or yell again. He is indifferent and rational, completely unlike a normal person.
The young man's back in the moonlight was thin and long. Feng Ming looked at it for a while, then said: "Chi An, I'll go to the bathroom."
He didn't say, "I dare not alone, can you accompany me" or something like that. He and Xie Chian met in a strange way, pretending to be too weak is really hypocritical.
Xie Chi'an nodded, saying that he knew.
Feng Ming left temporarily and took the fruit knife to defend himself.
The bathroom was at the left end of the third floor. Feng Ming's expression changed when he left the house. The original nervousness faded away like a tide, and he stepped over the corpse in a corridor without changing his face.
The prey instantly becomes a hunter.
When Feng Ming entered the bathroom, a boy happened to come out.
The boy's face changed when he saw the fruit knife in Feng Ming's hand, and he tried to calm down and said: "Three days have passed, and no one will be executed again. None of us will do it, will it work?"
Feng Ming heard the words and put away the fruit knife.
The boy breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "That's right, we are not enemies...Uh!" Before the words fell, he had been cut by the compass that Feng Ming took out.
Feng Ming didn't use a fruit knife, just didn't want to arouse Xie Chian's suspicion. After all, a boy who was killed by a fruit knife died in the bathroom on the third floor, which was very detrimental to Feng Ming.
"Sorry, to me, all living people are enemies." Feng Ming smiled.
Three days have passed, haven't seven days passed yet?
These people have forgotten, and they can only live one person in the end, right?