: Chapter 25

On the second floor of the training building, the pair of male and female students Xie Chian met in the morning was hiding in the corner of the corridor. Behind them is a dead end.
"That madman with a kitchen knife!" The girl gritted her teeth, "Why just entered this building!"
The boy stretched his index finger to his lips and motioned for the girl to silence.
They don't have a weapon stronger than the opponent, they can only outsmart.
The girl frowned and was a little impatient. The boy patted her shoulder comfortably.
Ye Zehao from the third grade (3) and Ye Zeyu from the third grade (9), few people in the grade know that they are a pair of siblings.
Fraternal twins are not similar enough, let alone a man and a woman. Both of them are more delicate, but they have completely different feelings. The surname Ye is not uncommon, no one will connect them together, even if they occasionally see them walking together after school, they will only think they are lovers.
Almost at the beginning of the chaos, Ye Zehao went to meet his sister. Neither of them is good, and it is even more difficult to deal with them together. They were both physically fit and hard-hearted. They had found a murder target in three days, killed one of them, and snatched their food.
But the food was just a drop in the bucket for the two. Nowadays, there is not much stamina left in the hungry state, and there is no chance of winning against the lunatic who slashes at people.
Their weapon is just a baseball bat. If they encounter a chopper, they will be cut off without scoring minutes.
The soles of the shoes were in contact with the smooth ground, making a "da da" sound in the long corridor, step by step approaching the two people hiding in the corner. The fat boy with a crazy look was carrying a kitchen knife, and there was still blood on the knife, which fell to the ground. The blood blinded eyes scanned the surroundings dangerously. As long as a target is found, he will chop it into meat sauce.
Plop, plop—
The sound of a beating heart.
Ye Zeyu opened his eyes slightly and looked at Ye Zehao silently, with a trace of anxiety—he came.
Ye Zehao remained calm on his face, but the cold sweat dripping from his forehead revealed that he was not at peace at the moment.
His eyes suddenly fell on the fire extinguisher in the wall showcase.
The hammer by the window has been taken away, but Ye Zehao has a baseball bat.
Thanks to the fire drill organized by the school before, Ye Zehao knows how to use fire extinguishers. The problem now is that time is running out.
On the way the kitchen knife man walked from the corridor, he used a baseball bat to smash the window, took out the fire extinguisher, shook it evenly, unplugged the safety plug, and pressed it to open it.
And starting from the first step of smashing the window, the kitchen knife man will change from walking slowly to sprinting...
Is it too late?
All thinking was only within milliseconds. Ye Zehao had already raised his baseball bat and smashed the window where the fire extinguisher was placed.
"Thump!" With the extremely loud sound of fragments, the kitchen knife man heard the movement and ran over immediately. It took less than three seconds for a distance of more than ten meters, and the kitchen knife in his hand was ready to go.
When he was about to turn, a boy suddenly rushed out of the corner and spouted the fire extinguisher in his hand into his eyes.
Suddenly, a heavy gray mist swept over, and the kitchen knife man coughed twice and kept waving the smoke in front of his mouth and nose with his hands. Ye Zehao seized the opportunity, pulled Ye Zeyu and ran out.
The kitchen knife man slashed in the air, but unfortunately he didn't cut anything. When the dense fog cleared, the corridor was already empty.
He stood alone, looking at the fire extinguisher being thrown on the ground, with anger in his eyes.
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Fang Siqi died in extreme pain, and the two of them almost watched her struggling, convulsing, desperate, and gradually losing life.
Xie Chian looked from beginning to end, Gu Jing Wubo, as if it was not a person who died but an ant, as if the dead ant was not crushed to death by his own hands.
He didn't have the slightest fear or pleasure after killing. He is neither a normal mass, nor a twisted pervert, nor a kind savior, nor a vicious executioner. He had nothing, except calm, still calm.
Just like the stagnant water in the same pool, a machine with no emotional program.
Feng Ming just right showed a bewildered expression: "Chi An, is this... not so good. You don't have to kill her." When Xie Chian forced Fang Siqi to pour water just now, Fang Siqi was on the ground waiting for death. , Feng Ming didn't have any hindrance, and he looked frightened.
Now that Fang Siqi is completely dead, he will show his unbearable side after realizing it.
"She just wanted to kill us, do you think it is unnecessary?" Xie Chian asked.
Feng Ming stopped talking.
He thought this was really necessary. Since Xie Chian has already dealt with Fang Siqi, he can save him from doing it again.
How could Feng Ming let go of someone who wanted to kill him?
At twelve noon, the annoying broadcast sounded again, and the survivors heard that they wanted to hit someone.
"It has been detected that many players have not moved the coordinates for a long time, and hereby add a rule: except for the rest time from 9 pm to 6 am, those who do not move the coordinates every two hours during the day and are not in a fighting state are regarded as negative games. One warning, the punishment is an electric shock, the second time is out of the game and executed on the spot. This rule is for players who have not lost their mobility."
The last rule of the organizer is actually very humane, taking into account the inconvenience of those who are tied up, imprisoned, or whose legs are broken...
...
Humanized ass! This is simply inhumane! What the is this breaking the rules! This is simply to force them to die!
After the people wailed and wailed, their hearts cooled down.
Yes, isn't the organizer just trying to force them to die?
Xie Chian has become accustomed to the host's maliciousness, and to be honest, he is surprised that the host does not raise this point. Even if a safe zone is planned, there are always people with an ostrich mentality hiding in a locked room. The existence of negative punishment only further excludes the possibility of fluke.
"It seems that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time." Xie Chian quickly accepted the facts, got up and walked to the door, and paused when he was about to unscrew the door handle.
He looked at the window covered by thick curtains.
Xie Chian gently lifted a corner of the curtain.
He saw a pair of eyes in a very tiny slit.
The man just leaned on the window and looked in.
As long as he just opened the door and went out, he would face this person.
Wu Shengxiong.
Xie Chian gave a tut and decisively jumped out of the window on the other side of the classroom to leave.
Fortunately, this is the first floor, and there is a flower bed outside the classroom. Xie Chian jumped steadily on the soft lawn. Feng Ming jumped down immediately.
When Wu Shengxiong smashed the door in, the classroom was empty, only the opposite window was wide open, indicating that someone was in the room not long ago.
After Xie Chian left the teaching building, he turned into the training building on the side and quickly ran up the stairs, but met the chopper man who had been slashing crazily before.
...Good luck.
Rather than going back to face the trouble of Wu Shengxiong, Xie Chian chose to be positive.
The kitchen knife Nankong has a brute force, looks scary, but in fact wields the knife without any rules, and there are flaws everywhere. It is a hard bone for ordinary people, but it is useless to Xie Chian.
When the kitchen knife man saw Xie Chian and Feng Ming, he was about to come up and chop with a roar, but was blocked by Xie Chian with his bare hands. Xie Chian pressed his wrist severely, and the kitchen knife man's kitchen knife could no longer move forward.
I think Xie Chian was also the invincible person in the class.
The kitchen knife man did not expect that such a thin little white face would have so much strength, and he added even more effort. However, Xie Chi was as steady as a mountain, and the kitchen knife man's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
When the time came, Xie Chian broke the man's chopper's wrist with his backhand, and took his chopper with a chop.
The blood sprayed out, Xie Chian quickly avoided.
The kitchen knife man without a kitchen knife eventually died under the kitchen knife, and he couldn't even leave a name from beginning to end.
Xie Chian knelt down and wiped the blood on the kitchen knife with the kitchen knife man's clothes.
In the current environment where everyone generally lacks weapons, Xie Chian already has a utility knife, a hammer, two javelins, a kitchen knife...
Too much equipment is also an annoyance. To carry it heavy and throw it away is to increase the enemy's strength.
Xie Chian held the kitchen knife and glanced towards the second floor if there was nothing.
Ye Zehao and Ye Zeyu, who had been observing on the second floor for a long time, held their breath instantly.
They didn't expect that the Qingjun boy who had a relationship in the morning was so strong. They had to rack their brains and gamble to get a chance from the kitchen knife man, he killed so easily...
Fortunately, they didn't fight in the morning, otherwise they might have been cold right now.
Perceiving Xie Chian's glance, the scalp of the two brothers and sisters almost exploded in an instant.
But Xie Chian took his gaze back at one glance and lowered his eyes and said, "Let's take a look on the first floor." He swept across the stairs occupied by a large area of ​​blood, showing disgust between his eyebrows, "I don't want to dirty the shoes."
Feng Ming naturally had no objection.
Ye Zehao and Ye Zeyu upstairs let out a sigh of relief.
They shouldn't be found, right? I think should not be?
Xie Chian casually found an empty room on the first floor and went in. As soon as he entered the door, he sat on the swivel chair. The whole person was lazy and lacking energy.
He remembered that he was sick when he almost got the sticky blood just now.
This stain can't be washed off.
Xie Chian is a very clean person, but since the water and electricity cut off, he has not washed his hair or shower for four days. The blood stains on him could not be cleaned up, and he had not changed clothes.
It is simply intolerable.
Compared to killing, Xie Chian felt that this was challenging his limit.
Feng Ming no longer disagrees with Xie Chian's killing, and even expressed a good acceptance: "Chi An, your move just now is really neat."
Xie Chian leaned his head on the swivel chair, and said lazily, "Don't you feel that you can't bear it anymore?"
Feng Ming said: "A person like him deserves to die and is not worthy to live in this world."
"But don't you think that dead souls will ascend to heaven?"
"No, some sinful souls should go to hell. God will not accept him as a demon." Feng Ming said.
"Isn't this hell?" Xie Chian's swivel chair turned around, facing Feng Ming. He raised those beautiful eyes, his thin pale lips opened slightly, and his voice was pleasant.
"Isn't the devil here?"