High school science students save the world

The expression on the back table was quite calm, but Yang Yan jumped up from his seat almost instantly, his pupils constricted violently.

Before Yang Yan could say anything, he glanced at him at the back table and wandered around the classroom again.

"Is there a bigger bag or cloth?"

A few of them were really frightened, tremblingly handed over a plastic bag for clothes, thanked the back table, turned around and went out the door, and saw two boys rushing into the classroom shouting: "Damn it! There are corpses in the mother's toilet and the men's toilet!"

Before anyone could react, someone added: "It's not human, it's a cat, it's that 'sacred beast', its head was chopped off...the skin was also peeled off..."

The girls in the class "wow" loudly, all of them frowned, and some little girls looked like they were about to cry.

Yang Yan put his hand on the shoulder of the back table, and the back table turned around and said in a low voice, "I'll go to it...to collect the body."

Yang Yan kept silent and silently followed behind the back table.

Their class is the furthest away from the toilet, and there is a circle of people around the toilet door. Many of them are frowning and covering their mouths, but they are still staring and looking carefully. A teacher has already rushed over to evacuate them, but the back table seems like Unheard walked in, Yang Yan stopped the teacher for him, bent down at the back table, and carefully put the lump of flesh that couldn't be seen clearly into the bag.

This is just an ordinary wild cat, and it is pure black fur, only the eyes glow faintly with green light.

Now the school is probably not in the city center, and the greenery is good, and stray cats and dogs often sneak into the school.This stray cat seems to have identified this treasured place of geomantic omen, and sprang out from time to time. The students liked it very much when they saw it, and often gave it something to eat. Of course, it was cautious at the beginning. Familiar ones will obediently lie in your arms and let you touch them a few times.

Someone gave him a nickname: "Sacred Beast", as the school's mascot, it's okay to tease and tease it.

But now how can I see how cute it was at the beginning?

The head of the divine beast was rolling in the mop-washing pool, next to it was a pool of blood, and the black shiny fur was all stuck together because of the blood, and when the fur turned over, it became smooth skin with sticky blood.

The skin was completely peeled off.

As the back table put the meat balls into the bag, there was a burst of exclamation. They were frightened, anxious, curious, angry, and sad... Those emotions were mixed on their faces so that everyone looked distorted, and the back table dragged He walked out with the bag, and the people around took a step back subconsciously.

The teacher was stunned before he realized it, and quickly said: "Student, you can't do this, put it down quickly, leave this matter to us, we..."

The back table suddenly stepped forward, holding the bag high, and the mouth was facing the teacher directly. He was suffocated by the stench of the lump of blood and flesh, and couldn't help taking a step back and inhaling heavily.

The corners of the teacher's eyes glistened with tears because of the pain, and from the corner of his eye he looked at him with a calm face like water, his heart felt cold, and he walked out slowly holding the corpse, but the teacher didn't stop him.

Yang Yan whispered behind him: "Where are you going?"

"Bury it," said the back table in a lower voice than usual.

"Do you need help?"

"Need not."

Yang Yan stopped talking and didn't follow him, but just watched his back silently for a while.

When Qin Zheng came back from the library, Yang Yan saw the stack of books that was level with his head and hurried over to share some.

Tanzheng Road had already heard the general idea, and asked worriedly: "Is Hu Zhiwen okay?"

Yang Yan sighed and said, "It's something, it's something. I haven't seen him like this before."

Qin Zheng was silent for a few seconds before saying, "After all, he likes it so much..."

The guy at the back table is a guy with a shaky physique. He likes to raise cats since he was a child. Unfortunately, his parents have always refused because of the trouble. Now he has a little black cat. He looks like a baby. He goes to the grove next to the artificial lake to feed it at noon every day. Things to eat, such as dried fish and fish tofu, he also bought cat food specially, saying that it is good for the cat's health.

It can be said that the black cat is closest to him.

Qin Zheng frowned and said, "It won't let people approach it casually. Those who can approach it are those who are close to it."

Thinking of someone with this kind of purpose, deliberately contacting a silly little wild cat - at first it resisted, even though it was hungry, it took a long time to eat their food carefully, seeing human beings If there was any movement, he ran away quickly, and after a long time, he was awkwardly touched a few times, and licked his paw uneasily-all the soft changes of that little black cat were just human calculations.

Now it paid the price for its sloppiness and softness, it was a fuzzy mass of flesh.

Yang Yan and Tan Zheng went to class honestly, but they didn't see the back desk. They came back at the back desk of the second class in the afternoon. They had some injuries on their hands and sporadic blood stains on their clothes. He sat down in his seat without shouting.

The teacher frowned, but still gave a lecture on his own.

Yang Yan handed him a glass of water: "Drink some water."

The back table hummed, did not refuse, took the water bottle and threw it upside down, a lot of water slipped down his chin into his clothes, he couldn't help shivering, and after drinking the water, he threw the water bottle and lay on the table I went to bed with a Chinese book under my arm.

The classroom was quiet, except for the noisy voice of the Chinese teacher in front of the stage, there was no other sound. Even those who were hiding under the table and talking secretly closed their mouths, staring at the back table with bated breath.

But the back desk was lying on the table with his head down, and his expression could not be seen.

It was still like this until the end of get out of class, motionless like a lonely and lonely sculpture, Yang Yan pulled out the Chinese document from under his elbow, and frowned impatiently at the back table and asked why, his voice was hoarse, and his eyes were darkened. Hong, he quickly got down on the ground again as if to cover up.

Yang Yan pinched a corner of his language document, looking at the crumpled book soaked in tears, he couldn't help looking up at Qin Zheng.

Tan Zheng rubbed his hair and signaled with his eyes: leave him alone.

The third class is English class. Ever since Madame Curie died, Yang Yan felt that English class was really boring, especially when he changed schools this time, the English teacher in this class was disgusting.

There is a lot of homework, she always has a straight face, but she puts half a catty of frightening powder on her loose old skin to show her personality charm, her speech is harsh and unpleasant, and her discipline is worse than that of the class teacher strict.

Tan Zheng knocked on his desk to remind him, "It's English class, I want to go to bed and sleep later."

The back desk blinked his wet eyes when no one saw, but responded.

Tan Zheng couldn't help sighing, he heard Xueba say in a soft tone: "Don't make her angry, if she scolds you, don't talk back, okay?"

The back table faintly wanted to cry, so he faltered and hummed.

The old-fashioned English teacher came, saw the back desk lying on the table, snorted and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Tan Zheng, who was deeply loved by the old woman, hurriedly replied, "He is not feeling well."

The English teacher saw the long-armed and long-legged man at the back table looking sickly, and couldn't help but flattened his mouth and said, "You look dead!"

The two hands at the back table couldn't help pinching the arm of the other hand. The more painful the pinch, the calmer he became.

The back desk is a person with a good personality, but his temper is rather violent. Today's incident made him feel angry and sad. This feeling is almost numb and he didn't react for a while.

The only thing on his mind at the time was—disgusting.

That group of people is disgusting.

People in this building, this building, this school are disgusting.

They don't like it at all.

The few with tears still have a conscience.

Every time a mythical beast appeared, the students would excitedly yell "Mythical beast!" "Xiao Hei!" "Come here for you to eat delicious food!" Waving their arms, they withheld their meal money to buy delicious food for it—but it was just such a group of people, talking about its tortured corpse.

The back desk thought: I'm stupid, my brain is not smart enough and my grades are not good enough, but that doesn't mean I can't see it.

They surrounded the toilets on the third floor and the third floor. They couldn't bear to turn their heads away and peek out of the corner of their eyes. They couldn't bear to cover their noses and sneaked a crack. They frowned and said, "It's too miserable." It's gone." He stared at the scattered corpses again.

The back table thought, am I the only one whose first reaction is to go to the ground and rest in peace.

Pointing wantonly at the corpse, pointing at the corpse he loved turned into, the tears at the back table couldn't help but well up again, but the anger suppressed them forcefully.

He wanted to find the person who killed the beast, no matter who he was, the back desk didn't even think about how to deal with that cruel and perverted murderer, but there was a fire burning in his heart, and there was a stagnation in his chest that kept swelling and rising His throat was already swollen, which made it difficult for him to breathe.

There was a voice, hidden in the corner of his heart, softly said:

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

The back table was obviously startled, his body trembled almost convulsively.

At this time, I heard the English teacher say: "Give the dictation to the classmate who is lying on the stomach, and let him approve it today."

The back desk frowned but still raised his head to take the book, but he didn't know if it was because he raised his head too fast or for some other reason. The moment he raised his head, he felt his eyes darkened, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand to hold the book. I ordered something but suddenly lost strength, I felt my whole body go limp, and then my head hurt sharply, and I didn't know anything.

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