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"Plague?" Fu Qitang raised his eyebrows with a puzzled expression.

"Well," Wang Fei nodded, but changed the subject, "Do you know about the 'Dancing Plague' that broke out in Strasbourg, France in 1518?"

Gong Zijun was silent.

Fu Qitang thought for a while and said, "I remember that at the beginning, a woman suddenly danced on the street, causing passers-by to watch. Later, people joined in and danced with her. These people danced from day to night, and then to the second. On the third day, everyone went into some kind of frenzy, laughing and screaming. There were over 40 people dancing together on the first day, but by the third day, it had grown to over 400 people. You said this something?"

"As expected of Mr. Fu, you know even this," Wang Fei repeated his uninspired admiration, then glanced at Gong Zijun with a smile on purpose, and continued, "In fact, according to the records, this kind of 'dancing plague' was the earliest It can be traced back to the 7th century AD, and then erupted many times until it suddenly disappeared in the 17th century. Strasbourg was the most influential this time.

"The scientific community describes this phenomenon as a 'collective mental disorder'. In layman's terms, it is an inexplicable mental infectious disease. No one knows how it is produced, only that once it breaks out, it will be in a very short time. Infect those around you, turning them into their own kind.

"In addition, those who dance are basically in a state of unconsciousness during the dance process, unable to control themselves, and often accompanied by hallucinations or seizures, some people will jump to broken ribs or heart failure, and then die like this.

"But they're also very aggressive. They'll yell at each other and fight, go berserk and commit suicide, or attack people who aren't infected."

Wang Fei paused, speaking slowly, and then showed a meaningful smile, "This is the type of 'plague' that happened in this school."

While talking, the people at the table next to them finished their meal and left, and the two girls who were waiting sat down immediately.

"Boss, here's a bowl of rice noodles, and half a basket of steamed stuffed buns." The long-haired girl had a beautiful face and a soft and ethereal voice. As soon as she sat down, she picked up the toilet paper on the dining table and began to wipe the table.

"Tingting, what do you eat?" the girl asked her companion.

The companion seemed a little embarrassed, her eyes flickered under the cover of her bangs, and even her fingers holding the book tightened. After a while, she said slowly in a very calm voice, "I don't want to eat, you Let's eat, I'll wait for you."

"No, you have to eat. You haven't eaten since this morning. You can see what you want to eat. I invite you."

"What are you looking at?" Fu Qitang suddenly reached out and waved his hand in front of Gong Zijun's eyes, then he turned his head to look at the two girls, suppressed his smile and coughed lightly, "Gong Zijun, I don't care if others fall in love early. , because I'm not their class teacher, but you can't, I have to take care of you, you know?"

Hearing what he said, Gong Zijun couldn't help laughing, a feeling of satisfaction swelled up in his chest little by little.

Gong Zijun nodded, half happy and half helpless said, "Understood, Mr. Fu."

Only then did Fu Qitang "hum" in satisfaction.

Wang Fei was dissatisfied, he clicked his tongue, "What's going on, do you still want to hear it?"

Gong Zijun didn't take it seriously, and told him in a good mood, "Go ahead."

Wang Fei looked at him, the expression on his face became weird for a moment, but he finally sighed, and continued the conversation just now.

"The beginning of the story was uneventful. A student suddenly started talking loudly and laughing unbearably in class. The teacher in class was very angry, criticized him severely, and punished him to stand in the corridor. He went out But even if he was standing outside, he kept talking, and what he said was very logical, as if he was discussing and arguing with an invisible person. The teacher was furious, and chased him out to scold him, which was quite ugly However, the student talked and laughed as if he couldn't see the teacher at all.

"The teacher had no choice but to return to the classroom angrily. Then he was horrified to find that the whole class was staring at him as if bewitched. The corners of their mouths turned up a little bit, revealing two rows of teeth and pink gums. Then there was a simultaneous burst of high-pitched laughter and started talking loudly."

"This is infected." Gong Zijun said in a low voice.

"That's right, isn't it scary? There was no warning at all. Except for the teacher, everyone in the class was infected." Wang Fei said,

"The teacher and classmates in the next class heard the movement and came to check the situation, and then they were also infected. They talked and laughed together, excited and crazy, and danced in the classroom and corridors. At first it was a class, then a floor, and it has not yet been confirmed. By the time school ended at noon, the plague had spread to the whole school.

"You can imagine that scene. Thousands of people are scattered in every corner of the school. Everyone has an excited expression on their faces, and they are arguing with non-existent people on a certain topic. Some people Obviously standing face to face, looking at each other, but there is no shadow of each other in the eyes, and the topics in the mouth are irrelevant, and it will not be long before they will fight, there is no reason, and there is no reason at all."

"Where's that teacher?" Gong Zijun asked, he watched Fu Qitang eat a wonton with his head down, the soup painted a thin layer of water on his lips.

"I said, it's really unfortunate that he wasn't infected. He didn't know what happened, he only knew that everything was abnormal, and he certainly couldn't solve it by himself. He left the teaching building and found other people one after another. A few people who were also not infected, out of a sense of responsibility, they didn't run away, but first found a place to hide, and then called the police."

"It seems that the future development is not good." Fu Qitang said, he looked at Wang Fei, "Otherwise, it is not qualified to become a legend, is it?"

"That's right," Wang Fei nodded with a smile, then changed the topic again, and suddenly brought up an irrelevant topic, "Remember what I said just now, in the story of the school belle, those people judged that the school belle couldn't get over the wall One of the most important reasons for leaving is that the walls of the school are very high, basically five or six meters high, and barbed wire has been installed in some places, which is so tight that it does not look like a school wall...Now you understand these walls When was it built, and what was it used for?"

"You mean those survivors are not rescued, but completely... abandoned?" Fu Qitang said softly.

"Of course! If you dare to let them out, it's a mental disease, and even the current technological means are helpless, let alone at that time. How do you know whether they are infected or not, and whether they will suddenly attack , and then infect more people?" Wang Fei sneered.

"Those idiots are full of hope that they will be rescued, so they persist even in extremely terrifying situations, encourage each other, and at the same time try to convey information to the outside world, hoping to help the subsequent rescue work. But what they don't know It was people outside who built high walls long ago, and at the same time moved all the nearby residents away."

"What happened later?" Gong Zijun asked, his face expressionless, as if he was just perfunctory Wang Fei, and didn't really care about what happened afterwards.

"Then? Afterwards, of course everyone died. As I said, the infected people were very aggressive, so they killed each other and found the survivors from all corners and killed them one by one. But they couldn't leave This school can only wander around the campus, arguing and laughing loudly, attacking others and being attacked by others. They all died within a week."

After Wang Fei finished speaking, the atmosphere froze for a moment.

At this time, the long-haired girl's companion at the next table still didn't seem to have decided what to eat. She hesitated for a moment, grabbed the book in her arms again, and leaned over half of her body cautiously, lowering her eyes and not daring to eat. Looking at Gong Zijun, he just asked in a low voice, "Well, are the wontons here delicious?"

Wang Fei suddenly showed a very astonished expression.

Fu Qitang couldn't help laughing, he patted Gong Zijun, deliberately teasing him, "I asked you, how is it, is it delicious?"

Ignoring Fu Qitang, Gong Zijun glanced at the girl and said coldly: "Your sense of taste is out of order? Can't you taste it yourself?"

The girl was also stunned, blinked her eyes, and stared blankly at Gong Zijun.

Gong Zijun turned back, but did not look at Fu Qitang, his eyes fell directly on Wang Fei.

"Go ahead." He urged lazily.

Wang Fei coughed dryly, raised his hand and scratched his head and said, "It's over. I'm afraid you don't want to hear some other news."

"Then do you dare to say it?" Gong Zijun said.

A look of anger flashed across Wang Fei's face, "Is there anything I dare not say?"

"Really, tell me then."

"..." Wang Fei took a deep breath, "Okay, then I'll say it. A week after the plague broke out, the whole area was sealed off, and it was forbidden to approach it for a long time. The original town soon became The empty city turned into a wasteland and a cemetery where even wild dogs dare not come. It took many years for the blockade to be lifted, and some people dared to find out. According to them, it was completely abandoned, and there was no trace of it. Lively, and from time to time at night there is something like a mirage.”

"——There is still a school with a lot of students in it. They attend classes during the day and work hard to get a good grade in the exam. At night after school, they will go to the nearby snack street and play games in the Internet cafe with fear. , Buy an ice cream and eat it with the person you like, or go to eat barbecue, go to eat wonton, just like now."

At the end, Wang Fei's voice suddenly became stiff. In just a few seconds, his face was covered in an absolutely abnormal blue color, and a dark purple scar protruded from his neckline, spreading rapidly upwards.

The originally clear black and white eyes were only dead, smudged white, with tiny blood vessels bulging, as if they would explode at any moment.

Wang Fei turned his head and looked at Gong Zijun with a lifeless look.

Then, he grinned, his facial muscles trembling violently, as if he would fall into the bowl of wontons in the next second, "How about it, do you regret it now? Is this story good?"

Gong Zijun was still sitting there, he seemed to think about it seriously, and then said: "It's average."

"..."

Wang Fei was choked for a moment.

"So is there anything better to hear?"

"..."

"As for being so surprised? Didn't you just want to say that you all died in that plague a long time ago, but some people realized that they were dead, while others didn't. The stories that happened after that, whether it is a school girl or a school bully, are all It’s a real ghost story. And now I’ve stumbled into your base camp by mistake.” Gong Zijun An sat motionless as a mountain, just crossed his arms and sneered, “And then it’s gone, that’s it?”

pat.

A piece of meat on Wang Fei's cheek finally fell off, he didn't care, just stared at Gong Zijun fiercely, "How do you know?"

"I'm not blind." With a slight lift of his chin, Gong Zijun gestured to the long-haired girl, "She's really pretty."

The long-haired girl froze for a moment, then smiled, her face became brighter, "You think I'm pretty too?"

"Don't ask me, your good looks have nothing to do with me." Gong Zijun was very indifferent, "I like men."

Girl with long hair: "..."

"I'm not stupid. She has been holding a book since she appeared, and asked me, a stranger, if the wontons are delicious. The overlap rate with the second story is too high. And no one said ghosts You can ask questions about your study."

The girl holding the book nodded slowly, and with her movements, the title of the book, which had been deliberately covered by her arms, was gradually revealed—"Looking for the World·Night Market Chapter".

The girl who died suddenly because of studying for the exam and became a ghost likes to ask others questions, and the questions are not fixed. The only rule is that her questions must be related to the book in her hand.

"You are amazing. But I really want to know if the wontons are good or not?" The girl spoke slowly again, her tone was very sincere.

Gong Zijun didn't answer, but just made no secret of his sarcasm, and sneered at her.

At this time, he was still inducing him to answer questions, and he was just laughing at this ghost who owed his IQ.

"Since you know everything, why do you..."

"Because it's something I haven't had."

Wang Fei's words were interrupted, and Gong Zijun looked around indifferently, and found that the bustling and crowded night market seemed to have been pressed the pause button by an invisible hand, and everything was still.

The ice cream stopped melting, the flames from the grill stopped flickering, and the steam rising from the wonton bowls was like solidified white smoke.

And all the people on this street...or all the ghosts turned their heads at this moment and stared at him eeriely.

"I want to go through all stages of life with him, but there is no way, we met too late, and it is impossible to go back to the student days anyway. It is so hard to meet such a scene, I want to stay with him for a while."

Gong Zijun chuckled, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw Fu Qitang beside him was dumbfounded, like a doll covered in human skin, rigid and stiff.

"But a fake is a fake, even if it looks alike, it's still fake. And I can't let the real wait for me for too long." Gong Zijun said, taking out a pair of wooden chopsticks from the chopstick holder on the table, and lifted Seeing the ghostly shadows in front of him, "So hurry up, let's make a quick decision."

……

With a "crash", the illusion shattered.

In an elegant coffee shop, Gong Zijun opened his eyes at a wooden round table.

The numbers on the square timer jumped one last time, 03:42:18.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." Exhaling lightly, Gong Zijun smiled and said to the person opposite.

"It's not too late, and I just arrived." Fu Qitang said.