People are teaching, and Yang Nai at the same table

The night light in the mountains was really dim, even with his eyesight after adding the filter of sunglasses, it was difficult to see things clearly.

Now without the shade of the sunglasses, Wu Yi raised his face slightly, wantonly sizing up the new student president who used to be so arrogant in front of him.

"You must be unable to understand why I did such a thing to you, right?"

"..."

Nagumo didn't speak, and he couldn't speak either.

But the look in his eyes said it all.

It was not a look of hatred or collapse after being tortured by pain, on the contrary, Nagumo's gaze at this moment was unexpectedly calm.

"Actually, the reason is very simple, just because you have gone too far."

Wu Yi said softly.

"I don't want to say that this is a high-sounding nonsense for revenge for Horikita, but I would like to praise you. Your behavior makes me feel a little bit of crisis. After all, you can use this method to deal with Horikita this time. Then you can use the same method to deal with me next time."

"Based on my experience so far, the best way to deal with someone who gives me a sense of crisis is to let him die directly."

"However, it's a pity that you and I met at Uncle Sakayanagi's school. If it were in the outside world, you would probably have been turned into a cold corpse and thrown in some unknown mountain depression by now."

"But it doesn't matter. Although I can't kill you immediately, I can let you know that I have the ability to kill you anytime and anywhere... just like now."

The voice fell again, and Wu Yi shot like lightning, grabbing Nan Yun's right thumb and snapping it lightly.

Gala!

The sound of dislocated joints sounded, and Nagumo, who was hung in mid-air with his face pressed down, made a whining sound again, and his body twitched violently.

He couldn't even raise his leg to kick the opponent to resist the struggle.

It's not that you can't, it's that you dare not.

It's not that Nan Yun hadn't tried it before, and the result was that Wu Yi raised his leg and knocked him back with a knee before he could kick it out, almost knocking Ringo off the line.

The intensity is moderate, just enough that it will not cause obvious damage to it, but it can make people feel painful.

"I can't help it. Who made you act so awesome? I'm afraid ordinary threats won't scare you."

Wu Yi let go of his thumb, and spread it out with one hand.

"But it's different now, I'll tell you directly, as long as you dare to mess around, I'll have a way to kill you directly, turn you into pieces and put them in body bags for your family to pick you up Going back, such a threat is much stronger."

"But then again, does someone like you really have a family?"

"Forget it, I don't expect you to really answer, anyway, whether you have it or not, as long as I think about it, it will become no in the end... But I won't do it, do you know why?"

Facing Nanyun's indescribable gaze, Wu Yi gently held

his index finger.

"Because there is a saying that disasters are not as good as family members, have you heard of it?"

Gala!

There was another crisp sound, and Nanyun twitched violently again.

Under the moonlight, except for the only three remaining intact fingers, all the other joints of his right arm were distorted in a terrifying way. Just looking at the outline, it was like crumpling a piece of crisp printing paper into one. Then let it spread out naturally.

"Do you know why you can't hurt your family?"

Gala!

This time it was replaced with the thumb, the first knuckle of the thumb.

Wu Yi's tone remained calm.

"Because, harming one's family is something only people who do whatever it takes to win."

Gala!

"Then the question arises again, why can't we do whatever we can?"

Gala!

"Because if you do anything against others, others will do anything against you, just like now."

All the knuckles from the thumb to the index finger were unscrewed in one breath, and Nagumo almost passed out from the pain.

Every time Wu Yi opened his joints, he was so fast, precise and ruthless, as if he had practiced the skillful technique countless times.

This guy... is simply an executioner!

Finally, gradually, fear flooded Nagumo's thoughts like a tide.

"Don't worry, your bones are still in good condition. I just loosened the position for you a little bit, but it hurts a lot. Even if you go to the hospital to fix it later, it will be considered a minor injury at most. I am very measured in what I do."

Wu Yi slowly shook his gloved hand.

"The effect is outstanding, leaving no evidence, and we generally call this professional."

"But according to your logic, if you can do whatever you want as long as you have the ability, wouldn't those killers be able to kill whoever they want? But is it really possible? Of course not."

"Speaking of which, have you watched John Wicked? If you haven't, I suggest you watch it carefully when you have time. It's a very good killer series movie. Although the plot in it is not brilliant, the description of the world view is quite good. It It depicts a world full of killers from all walks of life, but there are certain rules that are followed between killers, for example, no hands are allowed in the Continental Hotel."

"By the way, I remember that there was also a female killer in the first movie. She broke the rules for money and tried to assassinate John Wick in the Continental Hotel. Guess what happened to her in the end?"

"She died in the end, and was directly surrounded by a group of thugs and shot to death by the spokesperson of the Continental Hotel in New York. This is the price for breaking the rules."

Wu Yi glanced at it meaningfully, and then continued.

"It's the same for us. Everyone has their own rules that must be abided by. Maybe it's added by yourself, or maybe it's added to you by the world and society. Only those who kill people on orders are called killers. , Those who rely on their ability to kill anyone who is unhappy can only be murderers."

"As for murderers, this society also has measures to deal with them."

"These violent delights have violent ends (violent pleasures will end violently), from Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet", act [-], scene [-], quite a famous line, I like it very much."

Having said this, Wu Yi paused again, and grabbed Nayun's arm with a bone-setting gesture.

"Originally, if you nodded immediately when I was counting down, you wouldn't need to suffer these pains, but you made a wrong choice. Everyone has to pay the price for their own choice. Since you have paid the price now, then I will do it again now." Let you choose once."

"Or, I'm going to destroy you right here now... Believe me, it won't be more difficult for me than killing you."

"Or, you voluntarily give up tomorrow's final assessment, and resign from the position of student council president after the winter vacation, and get out of the student council honestly."

"Give you three seconds and tell me your choice."

Chapter 235 The Crashed Nagumo

After the last night of the training camp, the time came to the final assessment day in a blink of an eye.

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight pierced through the cold mist in the winter mountains and shone into the forest school, there were various sounds of getting up and washing in many dormitories in the school building.

After all, after a whole week of getting up early and going to bed early, no matter how night owls are, their biological clocks should be adjusted.

Especially today is the day of the final assessment, so most of the people went to bed early last night to recharge their energy to prepare for tomorrow's test.

However, in the dormitory of a group in the second grade, the situation is slightly different.

To be precise, only one person is not quite right.

The others in the dormitory were the same as those in the other dormitories. Even though the wake-up call hadn't sounded, they all got up early, washed, dressed, and looked as energetic as warriors about to go into battle.

But there was only one person, until everyone was ready to go, he was still lying on the bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt and curled up into a ball, facing the direction of the side wall inside the bed, like an autistic slacker who was afraid of the cold.

"Hey, it's time to wake up Nagumo, did you not rest last night?"

One of the boys in Class C of the second grade yelled that he didn't notice any abnormality at all, and lightly kicked the metal bed below with his foot as if reminding him that it was getting late.

It was just an extremely slight vibration, but the person lying on the bed curled up into a ball seemed to be greatly frightened, and the whole person shivered violently with their backs turned...then continued to lie in the same position.

"Damn... Nagumo, what kind of plane are you flying, get up!"

The boys in class C urged again, but it still had no effect.

To be honest, there is still a while before the punctual wake-up time, so it is not really urgent.

The boy turned to look at the others.

"By the way, do you know when Nagumo came back last night?"

"I don't know."

"Not yet~"

"I went to bed early yesterday, and I guess I'd already died of sleep when he came back."

All answers like this.

"never mind……"

)【_)

The boy scratched his head helplessly, he turned his head and squatted down, and stretched out his hand to pull Nayunbo up.

However, I didn't know if I didn't dial. This dial directly shocked everyone in the dormitory.

I saw Nan Yun who was lying on his side on the bed was easily turned over, but when he showed his face from under the covers, the boys in Class C almost thought that they had pulled the wrong person.

In his impression, he should be pulling a hateful guy who always has a casual smile with a little bit of smugness, no matter who he is, he looks like "I'm strong, if you don't agree, you can make gestures".

But what appeared in front of them at this moment was a man with a pale face, bloodless lips, withered and skinned to the extreme. The whites of the eyes were bloodshot above the thick dark circles, the eyes were wide open, and the lips were filled with panic And kept trembling slightly, like a dying patient who couldn't even howl.

"This... Why does Nagumo look a little bit wrong!?" Someone in the dormitory said.

In fact, even if he didn't say it, others were aware of it.

Nagumo's state is indeed very wrong. If you want to say that this is pretending to be joking with them, it would be too similar.

At least the red blood in the eyes is not deceiving, obviously did not sleep all night.

"Quick, hurry up and find the teacher to come over and take a look!"

The other person opened the door and rushed out while speaking, while not forgetting to turn around and warn.

"You keep an eye on Nagumo, I'll be right back!"

The current student council president is mentally disturbed, and this heavy news quickly alarmed the teachers.

But after a while, Onodera, the head teacher of Class B of the third grade, rushed over, and frowned when he saw Nagumo who was still lying on the bed, looking like he was dying of terminal illness.

He leaned over and squatted down beside the bed, waved his hand to signal other students to get out of the way, first felt the pulse of Nayun's neck skillfully, and then tested the temperature of his forehead.

None were abnormal.

"It doesn't look like I'm sick..."

Onodera murmured.

After a brief hesitation, he grabbed the quilt around Nanyun's collar instead, and regardless of whether the latter would really catch a cold or have a fever because of this, he pulled it loose with all his strength, and even pulled the whole person from the bed stand up.

The posture of the body changed ninety degrees from lying to sitting, but Nagumo seemed to feel nothing, allowing himself to be pulled up, staring straight ahead with empty eyes.

"...close the door."

Onodera gave the student standing by the dormitory door a look, and then began to unbutton Nagumo's shirt.

But it was still beyond everyone's expectations. Not to mention the wounds on Nanyun's body, he didn't even have a single pimple, and his skin was white and rosy, as if he had just had a full-body massage. He was very healthy.

This doesn't make sense...

Puzzled, Onodera's Sichuan-character lines between his brows deepened.

"Why don't you take off your pants and have a look?" Some students asked cautiously.

"It can only be this way."

He did what he said, and soon Nanyun's pants were taken off.

Like the upper body, there were no signs of injury on the two legs.

I've checked everything up and down, and if there's anything else I might have missed, it's probably... no, it shouldn't be possible.

Onodera made a judgment based on the cleanliness of Nagumo's underwear.

"Old, teacher, how is the situation?"

"……I have no idea."

Onodera straightened up and shook his head, motioning for other students to tuck Nagumo back into the bed to avoid catching a cold.

"At present, it should not be due to injury or illness, but his mental state does not seem normal. Do you know what he did last night?"

"Nayun... he went out last night."