Escape Game

“Since Thursday, the school’s safety zone will be updated at 6:00 a.m., and those who are not within the safety zone for more than one hour will be executed.”

"Today's safety zone, North Campus."

Xie Chian opened his eyes instantly.

Feng Ming rubbed his sleepy eyes: "What is this broadcast saying...Huh? Why is it ringing in the morning!" Feng Ming immediately sat upright, and he became energetic.

Except for the first day, the radio only sounded at nine o'clock in the evening, but now it is six o'clock in the morning. The two broadcasts of the broadcast corresponded to the students' light-off time and wake-up time.

Xie Chian got up and picked up the backpack with his hand: "Get out of here."

Three days later, the number of people was greatly reduced, and the campus became empty. People are no longer so easy to encounter, so you can find a hidden place to hide in the old days and take advantage of the fishermen.

The establishment of a safe zone for broadcasting at this time is to eliminate this possibility. Drive the sheep to a sheep pen, and then... let them kill each other.

The North Campus is the teaching area for the first and second year of high school. Xie Chi'an has been active in the South Campus where his senior year is almost the last three days, and now he has to move.

Knowing the seriousness of the matter, Feng Ming immediately put his bag on his back to keep up.

It is only a few hundred meters from the south campus to the north campus, and it takes about five minutes to walk. This is usually a short journey, but it is different now.

This is the distance between life and death.

When Xie Chian and Feng Ming came downstairs, they met another man and a woman. The boy was still holding the girl's hand. They didn't know if it was a partner or a couple who had survived together.

The boy looked at Xie Chian and Feng Ming vigilantly, grabbed the girl's hand and ran away. They don't have time to spend halfway now, and the top priority is to rush to the North Campus as soon as possible to hide.

If you go too late, who knows if someone else will follow you.

Xie Chian chose a different path from boys and girls. He tried his best to walk in remote places, and he didn't meet anyone on the way, and arrived safely at the North Campus.

The north campus is an integral part of a six-story teaching building, next to it is a training building, and a small playground. After Xie Chian entered the teaching building, he planned to find a room to hide first, but most of the classrooms and offices were locked from inside. Two people dangled too much in the corridor, and the more they stayed, the more dangerous they became.

When Xie Chian was about to give up this floor and go upstairs, a gap was suddenly opened in the classroom of Grade 1 (4), and then a girl poked her head out and hurriedly pulled Xie Chian and Feng Ming in.

There are only girls in this classroom...if the corpses are not human.

But which classroom has few corpses now? Nothing to fuss about.

"Thank you." Xie Chian politely thanked the girl, while looking around the classroom for a week.

On the ground are the corpses of students in a mess, and a dead teacher is lying on the podium. It can be seen that they have also experienced fierce fights during their lives, and there are various injuries on their bodies. However, there were also a few corpses with no obvious traces of trauma, and the cause of death was unknown.

Xie Chian turned his attention to the girl in front of him after scanning a circle.

The girl has a square face and short hair, her appearance is not good, and she looks a little timid. I don't know how long she spent alone in this classroom full of corpses.

But there is no difference outside, now there are dead bodies everywhere. Last night, those students were overwhelmed with blood and blood after being executed. Xie Chian had seen a lot of them on the way there, and Feng Ming's face was a little pale.

Abi Hell may not have such a terrible scene.

At least these corpses in the classroom are still whole bodies, and the psychological impact is not so great.

"No thanks...that, my name is Fang Siqi." The girl said Nane.

Xie Chian nodded, but didn't say what his name meant.

On the fourth day, there is no need for this.

Exchanging names is like being fettered, and when the other party has an accident, it will be more hurt. It's better to never meet.

It's not that Xie Chi'an cursed her, Xie Chi'an really felt that people who hadn't been wary of letting strangers come in on the fourth day would not live long. Of course she can be said to be kind, but this game has never been able to be cleared by a kind person.

What's more, Xie Chian didn't have the other side Siqi put down his guard at all.

No matter how timid and good this girl looked, she still lived to the fourth day.

She killed people.

Feng Ming said with a gentle smile to Siqi: "Hello, my name is Feng Ming. Thank you for your help."

Fang Siqi reluctantly smiled as a response.

People kept coming from outside, and clear movements could be heard from the classroom on the first floor. Xie Chian heard the sound of turning the doorknob several times, and soon the sound faded away with the hurried footsteps.

Fang Siqi didn't let anyone in again. I don’t know if she made an exception to let Xie Chi’an and Feng Ming come in because of his good looks...

Xie Chian walked slowly across the messy desks. On the desks spread out a series of textbooks for the first year of high school. The content was familiar and unfamiliar.

He suddenly stopped, his gaze stopped somewhere.

A stack of books is neatly stacked on the desk, and the top cover has a neat name—Tong Yihui stroke by stroke.

Xie Chian pulled out a stack of test papers sandwiched between a pile of books and flipped through it casually.

Tong Yihui studied very hard, and all the papers were sorted into different categories. Xie Chian turned over one by one, each with excellent grades, and was definitely among the top students in the class.

He scanned Tong Yihui's math papers roughly. Those problem-solving ideas were quite satisfactory, the steps were complicated, and one step was not missed. Xie Chian could solve it in three different and simpler ways at a glance, and Tong Yihui chose the most troublesome one.

Tong Yihui may not be a smart person, but he is definitely a hardworking and persistent person. He can't compete with the sun and the moon, but is trying his best to release the beauty of a star.

Just such a star...fallen.

Xie Chian put the stack of test papers back, and found a diary at the bottom-two plain large letters on the cover.

diary.

Xie Chian thought for a moment, and pulled out the diary from underneath.

Xie Chian wanted to know more about the young man with stars in his eyes.

For Tong Yihui, after his death, Xie Chian was the only person who remembered him except the dean's mother.

I remember that a star once descended on the world.

Tong Yihui's Diary——

June 21

I was admitted to the second high school. A good high school is equivalent to half a good university, which is one step closer to my dream, which is great. The tuition fee is a bit expensive, and it seems that I have to find another part-time job tomorrow.

June 22

When I went to work in a cafe today, a guest sister said that her friend's studio lacked a cleaning staff and asked if I wanted to go. I was missing a job and it rained just in time. The world is still very beautiful for me.

June 24

The work is settled. Their paintings are so beautiful. When I was a kid, I also dreamed of becoming a painter and drawing the stars in my heart, but unfortunately I didn't have the money to learn. It shouldn’t matter if I listen to the secret teacher while cleaning.

June 28

I saw a very good looking boy in the studio today, and he painted superbly. I really admire him.

July 1

I found out that he is also a senior in the second middle school. I don't know if I can see him at the beginning of school. It shouldn't be possible... He was in his third year at the beginning of school. I heard that the third year and the first year of high school are not on the same campus and the time is staggered.

July 12

Today I muster up the courage to ask him about his painting skills. He generously shared with me many experiences. How could there be such a gentle, humble and good person, standing in the crowd like the sun. I also want to be such a good person.

July 15

When I went to the restaurant to be a waiter today, I was overthrown by a customer, knocked over the plate, and lost money after being scolded, but it was obviously not my fault... Forget it, it's not the first time this happened anyway. Little Xingxing, cheer up, think about seniors, persistence is victory!

July 16

He is the sun, all beings bow to salute, he is the moon, the stars hold the moon. He is a chasing light.

July 29

He gave me a painting with a sky full of stars and a meteor shower. He said that if you make a wish to the meteor shower, your dream will come true.

August 10

The work in the studio is about to end, and I feel a bit reluctant to let everyone and seniors as well. I don't know if I can see it again in school.

Little Xingxing, you have to come on.

Tong Yihui's diary records are very trivial, but the teenagers in the studio undoubtedly account for a large proportion. He seems to have become Tong Yihui's inner guide and a model for learning.

People living in the darkness can't see the light, either they cling to the light as a guiding light, or they want to drag the light down and sink into the darkness together.

Xie Chian suddenly thought of the two sunflowers and the other side flowers in the art classroom.

Is it the same person?

Senior high school senior, good at painting, warm sunshine, flawless...

When Xie Chian first saw the sunflower painting, he had such a personal image in his mind.

No matter what the artist thinks, it must be perfect on the surface.

And so far, the most qualified person he has encountered in school——

It is Feng Ming.

The classroom was silent, only the rustle of Xie Chian's pages turning. He gradually finished reading the entire diary, and Tong Yihui's image of only seeing a few sides became three-dimensional and vivid.

Finally, he closed the diary, put it back as if he was just reading a normal workbook, and then picked up another extracurricular book to read it.

"Feng Ming." Xie Chian chatted casually, "The first time I saw you, you were playing the piano, what else do you do? I heard that you are very talented."

Feng Ming humbled: "Just laughed, but piano, guitar, drawing, singing, and dancing are good at it."

Xie Chian raised his eyes: "Compared to you, I seem to be worthless."

Feng Ming smiled and said, "How come? Everyone has their own strengths, Chi An, your study is not bad. I haven't even touched the throne of the first grade."

Xie Chian said: "I also know how to speak English, politics, history, geography, and metamorphosis."

Fang Siqi: "..." As if watching a fight with gods.

Fang Siqi felt distressed when the two big men talked about each other in business.