My Healing Game

The latest website: Han Fei used master-level acting skills, but some of his words were true. It's a pity that Gao Cheng's impression on Yan Lan was too bad. It will take a long time to change his image.

The two sides confronted each other on the second floor of the hotel. Han Fei had just awakened his greedy personality, so he was not too afraid of Yan Lan. Chase in.

The cold wind blew up the paper money on the ground. Yan Lan glanced up and down at Han Fei, as if she wanted to see through Han Fei's true thoughts. She didn't smell a lie in Han Fei.

"A lunatic who is greedy for life and afraid of death, who can sacrifice the whole building for himself, actually wants to protect his own students?" Yan Lan originally thought that Han Fei was using the students of Class 7 as bargaining chips. She found that this did not seem to be the case.

"There are still three days before the assessment. I don't need your help, as long as you don't interfere." Han Fei is very confident, as if he has already figured out how to deal with the school. In fact, he has no plan. If three days later If he didn't protect all the students well, then he might never be able to leave this world, so he must be "confident".

"I'll give you two days. If you don't let me see the change the day before the assessment starts, I will still take away the survivor's place in your class." Yan Lan didn't choose to fight Han Fei in the end.

"Thugs will rampage within the rules, and lunatics will overturn the card table and create new rules." Han Fei showed a signature warm smile on his face: "Two days are enough for me."

"The school is connected to the black building. I don't know where your confidence comes from?" Yan Lan turned around, and the special metal on her back slowly melted: "There are indeed many people in the school who hate the current rules. , but most of them will only help the winners, how big is your chance of winning?"

Jumping down from the second floor, Yan Lan quickly disappeared into the night.

All kinds of negative emotions flooded into Han Fei's mind, and the ravings of the devil in the abyss also made him uneasy.

Picking up the smashed boards on the ground, Han Fei simply repaired the compartment. He didn't dare to go back to school, so he stayed here until dawn.

The city was shrouded in dark clouds that never dissipated, the sunrise could not be seen, and the daylight hours were shortened a lot. Most of the survivors would hide at home and would not go out until noon.

After a full meal, Han Fei walked towards the school. As soon as he arrived at the school gate, he found that the atmosphere on campus today was not right.

The high wall was entwined with thorns, and two security guards stood beside the iron gate, and they were checking all the living people who entered the campus.

"Did something happen?" Han Fei looked terminally ill, so weak that he could barely speak.

"Teacher Gao?" The security guards also knew what happened to Gao Cheng, and knew that the other party's life was not long, so they backed up one after another: "Ms. They will possess the teachers and students of the school and sneak into the school."

"The teacher was killed?" Han Fei was very surprised. The school's head teachers are all very strong, and it is very difficult to kill them.

Taking a breath, Han Fei always felt that this matter had something to do with the thirty students in his class. It was a coincidence that the teacher in the college was killed just after they woke up one night.

"If you have any clues, please inform us immediately. The principal has issued a reward. We must catch the murderer before the assessment begins, so that the semi-annual assessment can go smoothly!" After the security guard asked Han Fei for some information, he let him in. off campus.

They didn't think that Han Fei had the ability to commit crimes. It was already very difficult for a person with a **** pollution of 39 to stay awake.

Entering the teaching building, Han Fei was climbing the stairs "weakly", when the teacher Ma Jing wearing glasses suddenly appeared behind Han Fei: "Why did you come to class now? I almost thought you were killed yesterday."

Ma Jing made a joke that wasn't funny. He reached out and hooked Han Fei's shoulder: "Director Ya has been looking for you for a long time, let's go there together."

"What did he want from me?"

"Probably want to confirm whether you are still alive."

Han Fei and Ma Jing, the leader of the third class, entered the office. Director Ya was sitting at the desk, and there was another person in the room—Yan Lan.

"It's all here?" Director Ya's face didn't look very good. He threw the documents on the table in front of several teachers: "Xu Hui was killed on the way home last night. The murderer's method of killing was extremely cruel and destroyed With all the evidence and clues, he should be a repeat offender."

"Xu Hui has a research personality. He is good at investigation, thinking, observation and analysis. He likes intellectual games. He is the one with the highest IQ and the sharpest among the eight teachers." Director Ya put his chin in both hands: "Why is the person who was killed? Could it be him?"

"Could the murderer want to target our school? Get rid of the smartest intelligent personality first?" Ma Jing also realized the problem. Normally, Xu Hui is not so easy to be killed unless he encounters someone far beyond his imagination. The sudden incident made it too late for him to react.

"There are still two and a half days until the assessment. Every year, there will be various accidents in the assessment. The teacher was killed not once or twice." Yan Lan didn't care about Xu Hui's death at all. In this school, except her own class Except for the students, she didn't care much about it.

"The murderer seems to know our school very well." Director Ya said pointedly: "The three of you teachers were not in the school last night. Can you tell me where did the three of you go last night?"

"My apartment was burglarized, and all the furniture in the house was destroyed. In my current state, I dare not continue to live in the school." Han Fei sneered: "I have no ability to kill, and I have no motive to kill , on the contrary, the next one to be killed is likely to be me."

Director Ya nodded. He didn't think Han Fei was the murderer either.

"I went out to check the assessment route last night. This is the task assigned by the principal. I don't have time to go to the other side of the school to kill people." Ma Jing pushed his glasses and glanced at Yan Lan lightly. That terrifying woman is object of his suspicions.

"Yan Lan, what were you doing last night?" Director Ya narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice changed slightly.

"Go hunting and kill ghosts." Yan Lan's answer was very concise.

"Really?" Director Ya opened the file bag, and there were a few photos of Xu Hui's body inside: "Xu Hui was punched through the chest from behind. The only one in the school who can do this is you, Yan Lan."

"If it were me, the ribs would not be the ones he would shatter first." There was no emotion in Yan Lan's voice: "I only punched from the front."

"What you said makes sense." Director Ya threw the file bag into the trash can casually: "I brought you here mainly to remind you that there must be no more trouble. Now that Xu Hui is dead, his class I can give some of the places on the list to you in other classes, but I hope you know enough is enough."

"Understood." Ma Jing bowed his head respectfully.

"You all stay in the school today, and the principal should be back in the afternoon. At that time, I will call all the teachers to draw lots and choose the assessment place for each class." Director Ya signaled the three of them to leave, but Yan Lan still stood there: " Do you have anything else to do?"

"Xu Hui is dead, so is there still a lottery?"

"Of course." Director Ya said firmly: "Go back to class and cherish the last time you spend together."

The three walked out of the office, and after Ma Jing left, Han Fei asked Yan Lan in a low voice, "What does the lottery mean?"

Yan Lan glanced at Han Fei with some doubts, and slowly explained: "The assessment locations of the eight classes are different, including one white building, one black building and six red buildings. The white building is basically the whole class. They can all survive, but if they draw a black building, even the teacher may die in it."

"I heard Director Ya say that these assessment sites are all selected by the principal?"

"That's right, there is a special connection between the principal and Heilou. The so-called assessment is actually a deal." Yan Lan was a little annoyed. It wasn't her or Han Fei who killed Xu Hui, because they were together last night , but besides them, who else would kill the school teacher?

"I see." Han Fei followed behind Yan Lan, without any intention of going back to his class.

"Are you going to follow me all the time?" If it wasn't at school, Yan Lan might have punched him in the face. She knew Han Fei was acting, but it was hard to expose him.

"That... I want to borrow your courseware to teach my students, is it convenient?"

Holding a thick stack of materials, Han Fei returned to Class 7 contentedly. The 30 children did not need to worry about him at all, and they were all earnestly absorbing all the knowledge.

"It's still self-study today, just pretend that I don't exist." Han Fei put all the materials on the podium: "If you feel that I have influenced you, I can also stay in the corridor."

There are very few self-conscious children like Class 7, and even fewer self-conscious teachers like Han Fei. There is a special tacit understanding between teachers and students, and many things can be understood with just one look without words.

"This is the information I found from other classes. You need to judge whether the content is true or not. I will put it here. I hope it can help you."

Han Fei's memory is very good. He can read ten lines at a glance. After he wrote two big characters for self-study on the blackboard, he began to read quickly. After reading the courseware, he handed it directly to the students in the front row.

A class ended soon, and Han Fei filled the blackboard with what he thought was the key points.

When the bell rang, Han Fei picked up a small chair and walked off the podium: "This is the end of today's class, and I won't disturb you."

Under the watchful eyes of the students, Han Fei "struggled" and left the classroom of Class 7 with his chair in his arms.

In order not to affect those children, Han Fei sat alone on the stairs. When the class bell rang, he picked up his chair and sneaked to the back door of other classes to sit down.

Han Fei, who has art appreciation ability and is good at observing strangers through facial micro-expressions, wants to see how other teachers on campus are doing.

He was a little embarrassed at the beginning, but then he gradually let himself go, completely undisguised, sticking his face to the back window, just like the dean inspecting.

"The general teaching direction of this school is correct, helping students develop the strength of personality, and then conducting different training for different students."

On the surface, the school is indeed cultivating talents for Xinhu to fight against ghosts.

"It's strange, it doesn't feel right..."

"Hello!" The classroom door was opened, and Wang Chuqing, the leader of Class Five, came out with a dark face: "Are you okay?"

"I just want to listen to your lecture." Han Fei picked up the chair behind him and prepared to change to another classroom.

"Why do you, a teacher, go to the back of other people's classes during class time?" The scar on Wang Chuqing's face became distorted. He looked fierce and terrifying, which didn't match his name at all.

"Okay~www.readwn.com~Actually, I do want to ask you something." Han Fei lowered his voice: "Do you still have ghost blood? Make a price."

"Do the students in your class know that you are trading their lives?" Wang Chuqing looked down on such people, and he didn't have any affection for Gao Cheng: "I've given you my last bottle of ghost blood, hurry up and leave. Forget it."

"Then can you tell me that you got those ghost blood from that building?" Han Fei had a gloomy smile on his face, "I'm dying, but a lunatic can do anything."

"The Red Building in District B4—Food Taste." Wang Chuqing closed the door of the classroom: "There is more than one resentment in there, and you are courting death by going there now."

After Teacher Wang warned Han Fei, a system prompt sounded in Han Fei's mind.

"Attention, player number 0000! You have triggered the shrine's random mission—Blood Feast."

"Blood Feast: Enter the taste, participate in the blood feast, and survive until the end of the banquet."