Let the system try to save the world

"What on earth is he going to do?" Xitong kept staring at the child's movements with a camera, his expression solemn.

The child in the picture suddenly turned around. The painting in his hand was already finished. The ordinary monochrome oil pastel turned out to be a colorful picture.

Through the camera, Xitong couldn't see clearly. He could only tell from the blocks of color that it seemed to be a student wearing a Lewiston school uniform.

Xitong was a little frightened by the white mask without facial features. The child slowly raised his hand and removed the mask and the hood on his head.

His mouth opened and closed, and Xitong stared at his lips, trying to read his lip language.

It was a person with a snow-white body, soft hair like a child, thick eyelashes like two small fans, and large round pupils, like a cat.

——If only all of these were not snow-white, and only his lips were bright red like blood, and he was saying something.

"Xi...Tong...Mr....peeping is not a good thing...oh?"

He picked up the oil pastel and drew hard on the eyes of the person he was drawing!

Xitong only felt a sharp pain in his eyes. He reflexively covered his eyeballs as if they were about to be dug out. Xitong staggered and felt a warm liquid in his hands.

At the same time, Xitong reacted immediately and quickly cut off the connection with the surveillance camera.

At the end of his sight, he only saw a silver-white object lashing towards him like a whip. Needless to say, the camera in the broadcasting room must have been smashed to pieces by this blow.

"teacher!"

“…Xitong!”

The successive screams brought Xitong back to consciousness. He tried to open his eyes, but all he saw was darkness.

He felt something in front of him causing a flow of air. Xitong listened attentively. It was Shen Anzhi saying something anxiously, and it was his hand passing before his eyes.

He raised his hand, put it under his nose and sniffed gently. A strong smell of rust entered his nostrils. Xitong waved his hand, "Don't make a fuss. It's just blind."

It turns out that the picture was of me. Xitong sat in his seat accurately based on his last memory. He even had the mood to recall the last picture drawn by the child.

Isn't this painting too abstract? Who can tell that it's me? Can this be a successful practice?

Xitong sat there thinking. Through those few glances, Xitong could judge that the aura of the snow-white child was very clean, not like a demon at all. The matter of the Heart-Eating Demon had not been resolved yet, and another creature of unknown identity came.

He just wanted to throw himself into this plane and strangle the main god to death. Wasn't it agreed to be ten years? Now what kind of demons and monsters are these, all coming to destroy his peaceful life?

Blood was seen all of a sudden, and the only adult here lost consciousness. Xitong fumbled and felt the head teacher's breath, which was a little weak, but the vital signs were still stable. It seemed that the other party really did not intend to hurt anyone's life.

The atmosphere in the air suddenly became tense. The students were discussing something in panic. Xitong also heard several students sobbing softly.

In order not to affect everyone's mood, they suppressed their crying, but the sad mood spread throughout the classroom like an infection.

Xitong felt someone holding his hand. He was not in his original body and his energy was limited, so it was impossible for him to keep scanning all the time.

Xitong tried to connect other cameras to confirm the situation, but all he got was darkness.

After destroying the camera in the broadcasting room, the other party naturally would not hold back. They filed out of the broadcasting room one after another and checked every classroom along the way as they said, as if they were really looking for something.

"What should we do now?" It was Shen Anzhi's hand. He tried to call the police as soon as the incident happened, but all he got was a busy tone.

The Internet was completely paralyzed, and students could not get any information from the outside world. The entire Lewiston became an isolated island in civilized society.

He held Xitong's hand tightly, his palms slightly sweating. His tone was calm, but he was obviously very nervous inside.

Xitong patted the back of his hand to try to comfort him, "Do you have any ideas?"

"Do you want to tell me?" Shen Anzhi said uncertainly, "I don't know..."

"Go ahead." Xitong said. After seeing the orderly layout of the Xihe base, he was shocked by the power of mankind again and again.

Maybe... this catastrophe doesn't require him to personally escort it.

Just like Lu He said, humans have their own way of living.

"We have too little intelligence." Shen Anzhi said. He had probably thought about this for a while and spoke very fluently. "We have two doubts now."

"First, what are these people looking for? People? Or things?" Shen Anzhi talked freely. When the nervous people around heard his words, they couldn't help but cast their eyes over to him.

"I guess it's a person." Shen Anzhi said, "If it's an object, they wouldn't have to go to so much trouble to lock every student in the classroom. The strange white fog outside is trying to restrict our freedom and facilitate their search."

"Their investigation started in the classroom," Xitong reminded him.

"Their target is a student." Shen Anzhi's eyes lit up. "They artificially divided teachers and students, which means their target is one of these two groups."

"I think Shen Anzhi is right." A classmate said in a low voice.

"Here comes the question." Xitong continued to ask, "How do they know that the person they are looking for is a student?"

Shen Anzhi was stunned and couldn't help but lower his head to think.

"Why not change the angle?" Xitong said, "What is the difference between students and teachers? Especially Lewiston students?"

The students gradually gathered together, each of them thinking hard, "Teachers teach skills... students learn skills. Teachers know a lot, but students know little."

"The family is powerful or rich, and the social status is high. Or they are very smart."

“There is no essential difference between teachers and students; they are all human beings.”

“The students are young, and the teachers need to be older.”

"Live within a ten-kilometer radius of Lewiston? Maybe you're a boarding student..."

...

"Think about their attitude." Xitong said, "They don't want human lives, and they didn't ask for money or anything."

"They are not short of money. At least their purpose has nothing to do with money." Shen Anzhi pulled over a piece of draft paper and wrote down their differences one by one. "All we can confirm is that they want to find a student between the ages of 16 and 18, and this student must have had some connection with this group of people since birth."

"Eighteen to sixteen years ago, and now..." Shen Anzhi muttered, "Did anything big happen in Ningcheng?"