When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Chapter 213

"You are much more awesome than me, Lao Zhang." Zhang Yang sighed: "In the game of sacrifice, if you hadn't led the way, the idealized battle plan would not have been implemented at all, and we would have been wiped out."

"Really......?" Zhang Xiaoping said with a complicated expression: "Did I save a lot of people?"

"Of course." Zhang Yang said, "I still remember you said at the time: As for me, I will take the lead in the first sacrifice... I'm afraid I will never be able to say such a cool thing in my life."

"Do you think I did the right thing?"

"Of course."

"What about the classmates who died in that game, will they understand me?" Zhang Xiaoping asked anxiously.

"I'm afraid not, although there was only this one way at the time, but in the face of life and death, people are unreasonable." Zhang Yang answered honestly.

"Is that so..."

Zhang Xiaoping looked up dejectedly, with a smile that was somewhat bitter: "I feel like I have done a lot, but also like I have done nothing. The people who deserve to die will still die. I can't save them at all, and I don't know where the problem lies..."

"Old Zhang." Zhang Yang patted him on the shoulder as if he were a friend: "You are a teacher, but you are also just an ordinary person. There is no need to take everything on yourself."

"..."

The sunset glow burned in the sky, Zhang Xiaoping squinted his eyes, letting the warm but gradually weakening light fall on his face: "Yes, the teacher has actually tried his best... really... really tried his best."

The mountain breeze blew, and the trees all over the mountains made a rustling sound.

The wooden signs with names engraved on them flickered in the sunset, like the light that those lost lives bloomed at the last moment.

In this sad atmosphere, Zhang Xiaoping, who had been silent for a long time, threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stomped it out, and suddenly said: "I think I know where the problem is."

His voice was firm, as if he was relieved after finding the answer.

"Where?" Zhang Yang was still immersed in the beautiful sunset and asked casually.

"Order." Zhang Xiaoping said.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Yang was stunned.

"The game on the first night, IQ quiz, do you remember it?"

"I remember." Zhang Yang nodded: "A brain teaser that looks like a math problem."

"How difficult do you think it is?" Zhang Xiaoping asked.

Zhang Yang thought for a while and answered seriously: "It's not difficult. As long as you examine the questions carefully, most people can answer them."

"Why did Mao Houwang die?" Zhang Xiaoping continued to ask.

This question stumped Zhang Yang, and he carefully recalled the scene on the night when the bloody words appeared.

"Because... because the time to answer the questions was too short, only two minutes. And Mao Houwang was sleeping... People who just woke up are not very clear-headed, and he didn't see the bloody words appear... It can be said that he didn't even look at the questions from beginning to end."

"Yes." Zhang Xiaoping looked in a direction, where there was a wooden sign with Mao Houwang's name engraved on it: "You say, if he didn't sleep during class, would he not have died?"

"This..."

Zhang Yang didn't know how to answer, it sounded a bit like victim blaming.

Because Mao Houwang slept in class, did he deserve to die?

Then how many people have slept in class?

"The more people die, the greater the authority of the blood word will be, and the more difficult the assigned tasks will be."

Zhang Xiaoping continued emotionally: "If he hadn't slept that night, he might not have died. If he hadn't died on the first day, there might not have been such harsh rules in the handkerchief throwing game on the second day, and Song Xiaoxia, Tian Yu... they might not have died."

"By analogy, isn't the source of all this caused by disorder?"

His speech speed became faster and faster, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if a person groping in the dark suddenly saw a ray of light and found the right direction.

"Old Zhang... what are you talking about..." Zhang Yang finally noticed something strange.

Zhang Xiaoping's demeanor at this moment was a little abnormal, which was very different from the image of the steady and calm teacher on weekdays.

So, he quietly moved his buttocks, trying to keep a certain distance from Zhang Xiaoping, and put his hand in his pocket, ready to take out his mobile phone.

"Zhang Yang!"

Zhang Xiaoping suddenly turned his head and stared at him closely.

Zhang Yang was startled and stopped moving his hands: "What, what happened..."

"I'm asking you, students are in class.Can I sleep?"

"No, I can't."

"Can students fall in love early?"

"...No."

"Should students focus their main energy on things other than studying?"

"No."

"Then do you think they should die?"

Zhang Yang: "..."

The sunset glow was like a piece of blood, struggling and spreading in the sky, as if the sky was torn open with a bleeding wound.

Gradually, the blood-like sunset glow was swallowed up by the darkness inch by inch, and the sky turned dark at a frightening speed. Thick darkness came from all directions and quickly filled every inch of space.

The moment the last trace of sunset glow disappeared, the world seemed to be pulled into the abyss by a huge black hand.

Zhang Yang seemed to realize something, and his tone was no longer panic, but became a little calm: "Why is it you?"

"Sooner or later you will be eliminated by society. "Zhang Xiaoping smiled strangely: "Why don't I eliminate you first?"

Zhang Yang did not hesitate, immediately took out his gun and frantically pulled the trigger at Zhang Xiaoping's position.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After three gunshots, Zhang Yang felt a hand holding the back of his head.

The hand exerted a little force and directly took off his head.

"Student Zhang Yang, even if your head is taken off, you will not die."

Zhang Xiaoping smiled and held his head, and walked down the mountain step by step: "You are my kindest student. At the last moment, I want to invite you to witness it together. ”

............

[Tonight's game type is: (Survival in the End of the World)]

[The participants of this game are: all members of the school]

[All main quests have been opened, and the final moment has arrived]

[From now on, all rules and restrictions in Lingyuan have been lifted. All participants are requested to prepare for the final fight]

............

In a room without a door, with a cold iron fence outside the window, Su Yuan sat at the desk and gently opened the first page of the book in front of him.

It was written on it:

[Diary]