When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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After the few of them came out, Qian Ling saw several teachers standing behind him. This middle-aged male teacher should be the leader of the school.

"You follow the others, this classroom needs to be blocked temporarily."

If it were in real life, if there were such a large-scale poisoning death, the entire school would face suspension.

In the copy, it seems that this option does not exist at all.

Qian Ling blended into the team of students, and no one spoke a word along the way, and some students needed help to barely walk.

They first went to the infirmary.

After checking that there was no problem with the body, the school re-arranged a classroom for them.

Classrooms of the same size.

The difference is that from the original full classroom, to sparse, sporadic distribution.

One-third less people.

Except for a mobile phone, all their textbooks and books were left in the original classroom.

Quiet.

Boundless silence.

Everyone sat in their original positions, but everyone didn't speak, and they were lifeless.

Until the class teacher brought the conclusion of the investigation.

As they had guessed, the dead were all acutely poisoned, and poisons higher than the lethal dose were found in their water glasses.

For a while, various voices rang out in the extremely quiet classroom.

Some couldn't help crying.

There are also those who beat the table angrily to vent.

Some were too frightened to speak out at all.

Because Qian Ling knew all this in advance, his reaction was not too strong.

When the head teacher left, he left behind several sets of test papers.

It's just that at this moment, no one can really calm down and take a look at this boring test paper.

Instead, there were discussions one after another.

Someone asked: "If blacklisting counts as quitting the game, what about asking for leave? Can I ask the teacher for leave?"

"You can try."

"Try? What if something happens to me?"

"Then lie on the board, sleep in the coffin, and then we all bury the mountain together."

"Damn it, when is it, you still have the mood to joke around here!"

"Otherwise, what else can we do?" The man said: "But you don't need to worry, even if everyone bury the mountain together, it won't be your turn to be the next one."

As they spoke, they looked at Guan Zian.

The 'lucky guy' who was selected to carry out the order 24 hours a day, Guan Zian's face turned pale, and his fingers pressing the phone screen trembled uncontrollably.

I typed a line for a long time.

One of them leaned over.

Guan Zian hurriedly hid the phone in the drawer, but unfortunately he was a step too late, and the man snatched the phone regardless of the obstruction.

"What are you hiding, are you doing something bad?"

Guan Zian looked at him angrily, "Give it back to me."

The man ran back with the mobile phone, and after hitting the protruding corner of the table, the mobile phone was thrown out of his hand.

The phone slid to Qianling's feet.

He bent down, picked up the phone, and accidentally glimpsed the text message that had been sent on it.

[As long as you let me go, you can do whatever you want, I beg you, you can do whatever you want. ]

[House, car or cash, I can provide it to you immediately, and promise not to disclose any of your information, do you think it will work? ]

And the recipient is "The King".

— Appeared, money ability!

——Is this the tone of a rich man?

——No way, no way, no one really thinks that the big boss of the dungeon can be bought with money, right?

——The old driver has read so many books, usually those who jump high don't end up very well.

……

There was an interval of 10 minutes between the two text messages, but no reply was received below.

Before Qian Ling could take a closer look, the phone was taken back.

Guan Zian gave him a meaningful look.

The man nuzzled, "You can't afford to play too much, what's so shameful."

Guan Zian glared at the man, and put the phone into his pocket.

"It's none of your business."

Qian Ling saw all this clearly, and then a paper was placed on the table.

Shen Linchuan said: "Have you finished the play?"

"Can you still do the next question?" Qian Ling asked.

"Why can't you do it? Isn't the student's duty just to study?" Shen Linchuan handed the pen into his hand, "Write well, I have to finish the whole set of papers today."

Qianling: "..."

He is holding a pen, actually absent-minded.

Because the classroom was blocked, Ji Jiayu went to the convenience store to buy water and gave him a bottle.

But Qianling now has an inexplicable sense of fear of drinking water because of the incident, so she put it aside and didn't move.

Nearly two hours later.

Qian Ling was so thirsty that she couldn't take it anymore, so she picked up the bottle of mineral water.

He checked the body of the bottle left and right, focusing on the plastic seal on the bottle mouth, and only dared to unscrew it after confirming that there was nothing abnormal.

"Why, are you afraid that I will add ingredients to you in the water?" Ji Jiayu propped his chin in boredom, "How about I taste it first and then give it to you?"

"That's not necessary, I don't have that idea for now."

Ji Jiayu chuckled lightly.

The young man in front of him lifted the water bottle, clasped the mineral water bottle with his slender fingers, pressed his red lips against the mouth of the bottle, raised his snow-white neck, and rolled his small Adam's apple up and down twice.

After drinking a few sips of water, Qian Ling tightened the bottle cap.

Excess drops of water stained his lips, and he gently licked them off with the tip of his tongue, then lowered his head, and poked the barrel of the black marker pen on his cheeks, creating a shallow depression on his cheeks.

Ji Jiayu inexplicably felt his mouth dry, picked up the water bottle next to him, and took a few gulps.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he suddenly felt that the water was much clearer and sweeter than before.

Qianling kept doing the questions until after school in the afternoon.

When school was about to end, a boy walked up to him.

"The person who was supposed to clean up had an accident, and today it's your turn to clean the swimming pool."

Qian Ling hadn't reacted yet.

As the school bell rang, the boy disappeared without giving him any time to hesitate.

In less than half a minute, the classroom was empty.

Qian Ling couldn't even find anyone she wanted to ask.

He packed up the unfinished test papers, locked the doors and windows of the classroom, and went downstairs.

Qianling remembered the swimming pool that the man said.

But the occupied area of ​​his college is more exaggerated than he imagined, and the whole building is like a maze.

It was hard to find a place.

Qian Ling pushed away the iron net, and it was an open-air swimming pool with fallen leaves floating on the water.

"..."

Qian Ling rolled up his sleeves and picked up the salvage net next to him.

He collected all the fallen leaves floating on the water into a bag, and after half an hour of busy work, he was so tired that he sat by the pool.

He didn't even think about it himself, he had to start working and cleaning no matter which dungeon he got to.

At this time.

He heard something from a distance, like the crisp sound of iron nets colliding with steel pipes.

Qian Ling wiped his sweat with his hand, and decided to take a look.