The Collection of The End

coming.

Jin Jing quickly turned around and looked around the corridor blown by the wind.

"White? What's the matter?"

Obviously, George didn't notice the weird wind, he looked at Jin Jing's movements with a slightly strange look.

"My'intuition' tells me what is about to happen." Jin Jing replied smoothly.

This excuse is really useful.

"..." George did not question, and began to observe the surrounding situation carefully.

Although it is on the fifth floor, it is a closed corridor. Both the classroom and the corridor windows have guardrails. Even if the windows are open, they cannot be thrown out during leisure time.

call-

A gust of wind blew in from outside the corridor window, and at the same time brought in a small piece of confetti, which whirled down at Jin Jing’s feet. It seemed to be a slogan celebrating an event, but it was mostly burned. The word "Happy" only left the two blood-red letters "Ha".

Is it Hannah Abbot? Jin Jing glanced at the scraps of paper, turned around and walked towards the students who were observing from a distance. George motioned to the colleague next to him to put the scraps of paper away and follow her.

Since only one of her classes took the flight 180, students in other classes and grades did not have much thoughts about their "escape from the dead", and more of them were surprised that the invisible "Bai Jingjing" suddenly burst out. With her amazing background, she gave way like Moses dividing the sea when she strode.

Patter, when!

One of the classmates didn’t pay attention to his back when he backed down and knocked down a mop standing in the corner. As a result, the car’s brakes failed and the car began to slide backwards.

"Damn it..." Jin Jing judged that the car was speeding in the direction of her class, so she ran towards it and tried to stop it, but because the water stains on the ground were not dry, Jin Jing slipped under her feet and couldn't catch up with it, so she cleaned the car instead. Go back faster and faster.

In any case, this kind of car can never kill people, right?

Just as Jin Jing had this thought, she heard a voice shouting from the corner ahead:

"—Miss, you can't leave the classroom until our investigation has a result!"

"—Fuck you! Are you going to let me go to the bathroom in the classroom?!"

In the next moment, a black suit FBI chased a girl with curly hair and freckles rushed out from the corner.

Huh! Wow —

The girl was turning her head and pointing her **** to the FBI agent, not paying attention to the front, so she leaned back and hit the cleaning car, but because she was too light, she couldn't stop the car. Instead, she fell directly into the car body and was stacked inside. The white cloth strips that seemed to be curtains were tightly entangled, and the car that was supposed to hit the wall was hit by her. She temporarily changed its direction and drove the girl diagonally to a nearby step ladder.

Because the height of each floor is not low, the steps between each floor of Mount Abraham University are very long, there are 30 steps, if she gets stuck in the car and rolls down, she won’t die...no, she’s definitely dead. Bar.

"Jojo! Hit the wheel of that car!" Jin Jing shouted, pointing to the cleaning car.

"..."

George did not respond, but after about a second, there was a burst of gunfire.

Bang bang bang! Squeak—Boom!

The rear wheel of the cleaning car was directly knocked off, and the whole car instantly lost and deviated from its original trajectory. After traversing an arc crookedly, it crashed and stopped on the wall at the edge of the step ladder.

Hannah, who was still trapped inside, didn't know where she hit, with blood covering her head and face, and she was holding the cleaning car's body blankly and looking out.

[Secondary task: Prevent 3 attacks by the **** of death. (twenty three)】

"Tsk..." Watching the black suits of the FBI crowd around trying to rescue Hannah, Jin Jing stopped and did not continue to approach.

call-

The yin wind blew again, and then gradually disappeared. Although it was only the sound of the wind, Jin Jing heard a faint feeling of anger and disappointment from it.

"It's okay?" George asked while changing the magazine for his gun.

"Not for the time being, but the current order is consistent with what Alex said. It would be great if he had carefully observed the process of the disaster." Jin Jing responded subconsciously.

"Don't you know?" George asked again.

"If I knew the order, would it be so thrilling?" Jin Jing turned her head and glanced at him: "I repeat, I don't know what Alex saw or experienced the events he experienced. It’s just instinct that what he said is true."

There is actually a little problem here.

"Homecoming" is a skill that "leaves the world". After using it, it will give up any gains from the world and leave this world. As a skill produced by the main god, it should not be "predicted" by the indigenous people.

And if Alex’s ability is not “premonition” but “retrospecting time”, then he shouldn’t stay in this world. Can the mere native ability drag him back from the main **** space?

However, these are all trivial matters. The real trouble is that the two people currently attacked by the gods of death are not on Jin Jing’s task list at all. If Alex’s memory is limited to this, she might have to stare at the same plane all the time. All the students of the class.

It can only be determined that before Todd was attacked, the other people required to protect in the side mission were in a safe state.

"So, what do you think we should do now?" In addition to busy liaising with other colleagues and synchronizing intelligence, George continued to try to inquire Jin Jing.

"Lock up all my classmates, keep them in a safe place, and have someone personally protect them at all times," George dared to ask, and Jin Jing dared to answer: "Or, take Alex to a psychiatrist. Or a hypnotist, take everything out of his head."

"The two are not in conflict." George thought for a moment, reached a conclusion, and started to contact other colleagues: "I need a school bus and make an appointment with the best psychologist. The specifications? The one that can accommodate 60 people is best 80%. New, there is no record of any renovation accident, if the psychiatrist is good at hypnosis-what else?"

At first it sounds very outrageous, "Accident survivors will be attacked by the **** of death through another accident and die", unknowingly has become the default rule?

"If it is convenient, send someone to monitor those '180 flight passengers' other than us." Jin Jing thought for a moment when this logic became the theorem, and then decided to give up: "According to Alex, the plane is the first The location where we are bursting should not affect other passengers before the whole machine explodes, but we are not afraid of ten thousand but just in case."

"We have to add more manpower, about three hundred people—" George said as he gestured "OK" to Jin Jing.

I always feel... the background of this agent is not very ordinary.