Chapter 132
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“Look over there! over there...
.”
“Uh, what should I do? Shall I call the teacher?”
Students gathered in the playground and pointed to the roof.
“What are you going to do, boy?”
"I do not know.
I'm about to fall...
.”
A student was standing on the roof.
"Oh my God?" "crazy! Someone call the teacher!”
“It’s over there! there!" Students kicking soccer balls.
Students walking.
Even students who leave school a little late.
Three or three children, scattered all over the campus, gathered.
It was an instinctive move.
The students felt that something they could not handle on their own was happening, that it would happen.
"this......!" There were also those who chose to act quickly instead of gathering without measures.
“Not good.
Confucius! Call 911.
Name the school and tell them that there is a student about to fall off the roof.
hurry! I'll go up to the roof and try to convince him!" Raviel did not send anyone to call the teacher.
Instead of looking for someone to take responsibility for him, he reacted hastily to the situation.
Raviel didn't wait for my answer and ran to the main building of the school in a hurry.
"Ah… .”
When I saw Raviel's back, my frozen body also loosened.
Yes.
No matter what happened, there is no room for hesitation.
I hurriedly dialed the phone.
number 1.
number 1… … .
Pussack! Something fell on the correction just before pressing 9.
At first, I thought the student had jumped.
However, the sound was too small for a human body to fall.
It was the sound of a student on the roof tossing and dropping a cell phone.
"......." I looked up at the roof while pressing the number 9 dial.
eyes met It was the face I saw in the classroom.
A child who sat in the back row by the window and quietly studied alone.
But it was only at this moment that I seemed to have looked intently into the child's face for the first time.
The child's eyes were black.
The child's cheeks were white.
"------." The child raised an eyebrow and laughed.
The child's lips moved slowly.
silence.
The voice that was obscured by the distance was read by my eyes with the movement of my lips.
It was a two-syllable terminal word that I couldn't help but recognize.
[Die.] And.
A little rake-like finger laid the roof fence.
for letting go The wind.
A person says, "■■■■■■■■!!" The students screamed.
The world was filled with noise.
“Me!”
Someone moaned paroxysmal.
“■■Aaaaah■■■ Evil!”
Someone ripped off someone's sleeve and trembled.
“Teacher! Sun!”
“Mr.■,”
“Chin!”
All of a sudden.
School was no longer a school.
Everything is broken.
The playground was a barren sand desert.
The main building was nothing more than a hideous prison.
Classrooms were either slaughterhouses for slaughtering animals, or kennels for raising animals.
Animals were always hungry for food.
In a world where they were slaughtered and bred, a person was something that would become a corpse.
Red.
a person is dead "......." He looked at the campus in disbelief.
The brick was tinged with red.
More red spread.
Fearing that their toes would be buried in the red color, the students backed away.
Some pulled out their cellphones.
click! An artificial sound rang out.
“Ah.”
The sound moved my body.
“Don’t shoot.”
I approached the students and said, "What are you going to do? Now.
Don't take the picture! Don't do it!" The students flinched, but the students were gathering more and more people, leaving soccer balls in the desert, flowers on the promenade, turning their backs on the summer road, more and more people gathered: "Don't shoot!" When I blocked one side, I pulled out my cell phone from the other side and said, "Don't do it! Fuck you, don't!" An unknown emotion refluxed through the esophagus.
Tears were about to flow.
It was anger.
It was contempt.
It was disgust.
In the main building of the school, on the 1st floor, on the 2nd floor, on the 3rd floor, on the 4th floor, on the 5th floor, Students sticking their heads out and looking at this place.
Countless faces.
Countless eyes.
They looked at people.
"Don't do it!" The sunset was red.
“Damn it,”
why.
“Don’t do that!”
Hundreds of faces were expressionless.
From the first floor, the Black Dragon Lord looked at this place.
From the third floor, the heretic inquisitor came out.
The paladin and the count looked at me on the campus.
The children of the inferno mansion surrounded me.
The church members were on the playground.
They stood at the top, click, click, they moved their fingers to take a picture + I thought you killed me.
Don't forget, you killed me.
+ I looked up at the roof.
"......." Raviel lowered me.
“But, Confucius,”
he was watching.
Raviel's voice echoed through the reddish sky, "Isn't that what you killed?" The world fell apart.
The sky was dyed red.
Red paint fell and wet the ground.
People were red, my eyes were red.
"---You know, something bad happened at our school." In the auditorium, the principal said, the principal had the face of a sword, "But I believe in our Shinseo Middle and High School students..." Red.
"He sent a text message like that.
Are you really crazy?" In the classroom, the students whispered, with the faces of a count and a paladin.
Red.
"Don't worry about the fact that there are a lot of people who make a fuss with it.
Things you can't even make a click in front of are making a fuss with only their fingers alive.
Ew.
Those guys should have their fingers cut off." At home, my father drank whiskey.
It was the face of the mastermind and the sound of laughter.
“Yeah, man.
In life, you get hit and that.
let's go!" The older brother put his arm around my shoulder, and Yeomji said cheerfully.
On the podium, the homeroom teacher said.
The homeroom teacher had the face of a viper.
"This is a very important time for you.
Time flies like crazy in the third year.
Actually, the game is decided in the second year.
What is important to you? Think carefully and calm your mind.”
The students opened their mouths, and everyone answered in unison, “Yes, sir.”
Only the class leader bowed his head silently.
The class leader had the face of a black dragon.
A white flower was placed on the child's desk.
One day, two days, three days.
Within a week, the desk disappeared somewhere.
I don't know who cleaned it.
[ I repeat the trauma.] And.
[Penalty depth is higher.] [It’s a livestock road.] Ding, dong, dang, dong.
A melodious melody rang out.
It was a noise disguised as a sound.
Nature It was an electronic sound that imitated a note.
To hide the fact that it was nothing more than an imitation product, the melody became more lively and lively.
Except for , please leave school now.
We will inform you once again from the broadcasting department.
Things that have failed.
-Recently, there are cases where students who remain on campus have been observed even after school hours have passed.
Among the remaining students on campus, Those who have not signed up for the night self-study, please leave school.
I felt my stomach churn.
I opened my eyes.
"Senior, wake up! Go home!" "......." "Oh, you're already awake." The Inquisitor groaned.
"But sleeping on your back is bad for your body! It's bad for your back, and above all, you can't get a good night's sleep.
It's the midterm exam..." didn't wait I got up and ran out of the library.
The Inquisitor's voice was heard behind his back.
“Oh, senpai! You must not run in the hallway!”
I ran down the hallway and bit my teeth.
'I know.' The question was solved.
This is undoubtedly the trauma of Lephanta Ai Kim.
It was just that [my memory] was overlaid like a [skin] on Lephanta Aigim's nightmare.
same situation.
same cast.
However, the appearance is decorated with people I have seen in my life, not the characters that Lephanta Aikim remembers.
So the Black Dragon Lord, the Paladin, and the Count became students.
Master and Hui-ryeong became parents.
And I.
'I'm going to go.' There was a fishy smell in his mouth.
'The main culprit in this situation is the role I was given.' I've been through a lot of trauma so far, but every time I've been an [observer].
There has always always been the feeling of a first-person observer.
However, is it because the penalty increases as the rank rises? Here I was a party.
Not just me, but everyone I remember.
Except for one person.
'Damn it!' arrived on the stairs.
[Attitude is right♪] [Life is fun♪] [Heart is happy♪] There was a slogan hanging on the stairs, which was not even funny.
don't joke around Really, don't be funny.
I cursed in my mind and looked up the stairs to the roof.
There, in this world, the only [person who is not in my memory] stood there.
'Salence.' He was a small child.
Holding on to the unopened iron door, the student pulled it back and forth.
shudder.
Iron shit! The chain was so strong that it seemed difficult to untie.
"Sigh… .
key… … ." The student sighed and turned his back.
At that moment, our eyes met.
The student held his breath for a moment, but then politely nodded his head.
He bowed his head and greeted me.
'Why not? Did you not realize it?' When I found out that he was a classmate, I should have already noticed that something was wrong.
Isn't it natural? What in the world classmates say hello [bows] to a classmate.
Something is wrong." ....." The student looked at me and walked away quietly.
As he was about to pass me, I called the boy.
"Wait a minute." "Yes?" The student used the polite respectful comments, not looking directly at me, but carefully looking up at me at an angle from his body.
His throat was hoarse.
"...Give me the phone for a second." "......." "Please." The student politely handed the cell phone.
There was a moment of silence, but the silence was not a resistance to my request for a cell phone.
It was simply a question of my use of honorifics.
I opened my cell phone without a password.
+ Unconfirmed messages: 47 + I opened text messages one by one.
saw.
[I feel so sorry for the juniors at my school TTTT ■■ I should call you senior.
Have you thought about their feelings? Don't you have a conscience?] [Hey, are you chewing?] [Shock! There are students who don't wash their uniforms!?] [■■...
Really dirty.
It's dirtier than the math fountain, what happened hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha; That's what I did because I lost at rock, paper, scissors! Please don't get me wrong ㅠㅠ] [■■ lives in a garbage dump.
Indoor shoes and school uniforms are all recycled.
The only garbage that cannot be recycled is ██.] [You smell really bad.
Seriously.] [See you after class.] Tak.
covered the phone.
Couldn't read more.
"......" I closed my eyes and breathed.
He barely calmed down by breathing.
In this trauma, I did not have the hilt of the dagger.
There wasn't even a handkerchief that Raviel gave him.
It took a lot of effort to calm the emotions down.
"Why… “I looked at [Salcheonseong's past].
“Why do you bring your cell phone to school? Just don’t bring it.”
Then the student answered.
“… … You said that if you don't bring it, I'll kill you." Cold saliva ran down his throat.
My head was dizzy.
“Then, let it go.
Throw it away.
If you say you lost it, there is nothing you can do about it.”
"this." student.
The person who would later be called Salcheonseong opened his lips.
“This is the cell phone that Confucius gave me.
Something I used a long time ago...
.”
"......." "We don't have money at home...
Instead, you are paying a fee.
When Confucius tells you to come, come right away.
for that purpose.
You said that if I lose you, I will kill you again...
.”
A building that has become a monster.
Friendship that imitates friendship, love that imitates love, meaninglessness that imitates meaning, in this masked kennel that pretends to be special and creates extraordinary, only malice.
“Can I really throw it away?”
Only malice was not fake.
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