Chapter 177 The Weak Are Out
Chen Xiao'er leaned forward, stood on tiptoe, and pressed the paper ball into Xinnaya's palm. The moment their fingers touched, she immediately stepped back, taking a few shy steps toward the front door.
One step, two steps... and the third step fell on the doorway, but she hesitated. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the dark muzzle of a gun: there was still a mercenary at the back door, still holding his gun.
There was only one chance to escape, and that was the moment Xinaya suddenly realized what was going on after seeing the name.
As the financial backer, she must be the person that all the bad guys are paying the most attention to. Once Xinaya reacts inappropriately, others will most likely not shoot rashly.
Besides——I have companions too.
Chen Xiao'er had her back to the blackboard, and from this angle she could clearly see a tall figure flash by the back door of the corridor.
Brush.
Zero flashed from the corner and pounced on the mercenary like a stream of light. He punched the wrist twice and quickly grabbed the opponent's gun handle and broke it in his hand.
The others were startled by her sneak attack, and two seconds later they all raised their guns and tried to aim.
Zero held the gun in one hand and grabbed the mercenary's arm with the other to block his chest.
Bang!
Gunshots rang out, but the front door.
Teacher Milo held up a silver-white revolver and stepped into the classroom.
A mercenary who had just raised his gun at the back door collapsed. The bullet struck his temple from a tricky angle and exited from the back of his head, perfectly avoiding his half-face mask and bulletproof vest.
Click.
The cylinder turned, and she pulled the trigger again after a few brief seconds, and the bullet exploded a scarlet flower behind the other person's head.
"I... don't really want to use violence in front of my students." Milo's lips opened and closed slightly, as if he was chanting a funeral prayer.
“Aaaaaaaa——”
The rich second generation guys in the front row were screaming in fear. They only wanted to play the killing game, not the game of being killed!
The mercenaries quickly entered combat mode, their weapons drawn, ready to strike back. There were only two enemies, so they had to defeat them before the others could... Uh uh uh?!
Bang!
A stool came crashing down on him, followed by all sorts of stationery, tin boxes and thermoses.
The students were not frightened by the gunshots at all. They jumped out from behind their desks and scrambled to grab chairs to rush towards the armed enemies.
What's going on?
Bang! The mercenaries hurriedly fired their weapons in a threatening manner. This time, they didn't have time to aim at the super scary teacher or the super powerful silver-haired girl, and only hit one student's shoulder.
The students gathered around with red eyes. There was no fear on their faces. They were completely focused on the battle.
What the hell? Faced with the high school students' overwhelming numerical superiority, the mercenaries finally broke down.
You didn't even run away when you saw the gun, are you some kind of specially trained combat maniacs?!
…
"Haha, guess why our people are so good at fighting?"
The observers behind the screen smiled in a mystified way: "The closer to Chen Xiao'er, the more people she taught. Most of this class had transferred from Class A. What do you think?"
How could an elite specially trained to fight against abnormalities be afraid of ordinary people holding guns?
Fortunately, Instructor Joshua also went in, otherwise he would definitely squat beside the screen with a small notebook, draw a circle on any student who performed poorly, and then train them hard after coming back!
…
Plop, clang!
The mercenary fell to the ground with a look of pain on his face, and was pinned down by the students who rushed over.
"Woo, ugh!" The hairy man turned pale with fear and quickly rolled down from the podium. He had just seen a tall, silver-haired woman as strong as a ghost, who had knocked someone's face crooked with a single punch!
I, I can’t let my handsome face ruin everything.
He felt his pants were a little damp, and shivered with a sad face: "Big sister, let's retreat... Big sister? * Big sister, where are you?!"
The area around the podium was empty. Not only Xinaya, but also the other rich second-generations were nowhere to be seen.
Snap, bulge, pop!
The students approached with chairs in their hands and grinning, and dark shadows pressed forward.
The hairy man covered his head in pain and squatted down obediently: "Don't, don't hit my face..."
A group of people ran around him and chased the others, leaving only a few to punch and kick him.
Bang, clang!
The last mercenary had his hood pulled off by a student. He fell to the ground, clutching his bullet-stricken thigh and howling, "You, you can't be called a teacher! What kind of teacher would bring a revolver to school?"
Click.
"Hmm? Surprised?"
Miroku calmly put away his gun and moved his high heels away from the other mercenary's head. "Carrying something that can protect my lovely students is how I love them."
No, there's definitely something wrong with you.
The rich second generation who were caught rolled on the ground. They looked at her reflective glasses, but dared not say anything.
"Okay, next we should chase the little rascal who escaped." Milo's tone was intimate and dangerous. She pulled the edge of her gloves and turned outside, suddenly stopping in front of the door.
Ding ding~ding ding ding ding.
A melodious melody echoed from the campus radio, signaling the 6:00 p.m. time.
Buzz...
Everyone looked up at the same time, looking thoughtful.
A deep-seated common sense emerged in their minds: night is an extremely dangerous time, with all kinds of abnormal situations occurring. Humans have no way to deal with it except by relying on divine magic.
It’s time to go home, to stay under the protection of light, family and God.
“…”
Miroku pushed his glasses up, feeling inexplicably annoyed at being given the wrong instructions. But this feeling of dissatisfaction was fleeting, leaving no trace.
She quickly recalled what she was about to do and snapped her fingers softly while standing in the classroom: "Come back to your senses, my dears. Come with me to save people."
Miroku smiled somewhat wantonly: "It's really a bit dangerous for new students now."
…
There was a commotion behind the screen, then it quickly died down.
"Is Bishop Milo's condition a little off?"
"It's an illusion inside. My identity and memories have changed, so my personality certainly can't be exactly the same as it is outside."
"That's true."
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Xinnaya’s only target is me. As long as I run away, my classmates will be safer!
Chen Xiao'er rushed out of the front door, brushed past Teacher Mi Luo, and ran desperately towards the stairs.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo."
She kept running, panting: Run, run faster, go back quickly to stop the car accident.
Chen Xiao'er rushed down the stairs, jumping down in two steps at a time, wishing she could jump directly to the school gate.
One step, two steps, three steps...dong dong, dong.
The footsteps suddenly stopped.
Chen Xiao'er stood on the stairs and looked hesitantly at the corner in front: That's not right, the first grade is clearly on the second floor. I have already turned around one floor, so how come there is another floor?
She swallowed, held the handrail with both hands and looked down——
Whoosh, whoosh... Circle after circle of stairs wound in a circle, like an endless spiral in an abstract painting. The abyss at the bottom could not be seen at all, and only a black spot that was getting darker and darker could be vaguely seen.
What's going on? Could it be that some error occurred during the time reversal process, trapping me in the cracks of time?
Chen Xiao'er suddenly turned around: the stairs leading up behind her came to an abrupt stop and sank into nothingness.
…
"Chen Xiao'er, Chen Xiao'er can correctly recognize the existence of anomalies in the illusion!" An observer stood up excitedly.
"It's not surprising. This illusion is based on Chen Xiao'er, so it could have caused her to lose her memory."
The expert panel's comments seemed calm, yet everyone was inexplicably excited. Finally, the Devouring Snake had appeared.
Due to the existence of zero, it is impossible for an anomaly to appear in an illusion based purely on Chen Xiao'er, so the time and place of the anomaly almost clearly indicate the "location" of the Devouring Snake.
"It should be time."
More than one observer concluded: "Before 6 p.m. is Chen Xiao'er's time, and after 6 p.m. is the Devouring Snake's time."
[The factor affecting the ownership of the fantasy realm is tentatively determined to be "time"] Another important inference was successfully born.
Since the illusion can be constructed with Chen Xiao'er as the cornerstone, and the time period must be clearly divided into "daytime without abnormalities" and "nighttime with abnormalities", the meaning behind it is intriguing.
Either the alien snake is still unable to devour Chen Xiao'er, and must continue to assimilate her strictly according to a certain process.
Either Chen Xiao'er's current state can still harm the Devouring Snake, so it hides in its own territory and only dares to fight Chen Xiao'er in an indirect way.
In any case, Chen Xiao'er happened to enter an abnormal place and recognize the existence of the abnormality during the time when she had the abnormality. This is an extremely valuable scene.
"Continue observing."
The expert group gave the following advice: "Collect any information you can and do your best to deduce the hiding place of the Devouring Snake."
Everyone's eyes were stern. There were already many inferences about the state of the Devouring Snake in the illusion, such as Chen Yunshu, Chen Xiaotong, and even the river that runs through Changhe City, as well as the mountains and mountain roads in the villa area.
Those observations were basically concentrated in the daytime, and now - the opportunity has come.
…
Click.
Chen Xiao'er took a tentative step down. The stairs behind her became shorter, while the stairs in front of her extended infinitely, and it was unclear whether there was another floor.
The fear turned into tremendous pressure, and an inexplicable sense of common sense flooded into my mind.
This phenomenon is called an anomaly, and it only occurs at night, making it extremely rare to encounter one. However, humans are powerless against anomalies, and can only try to avoid or escape them.
My teacher and mother have taught me this knowledge, but I never think of it once during the day.
It’s not surprising. I don’t worry about low-probability events all day long... Wait, could the death of my mother and Xiaotong also be - no, that’s impossible.
Common sense firmly told her: unusual events could only occur at night. Her mother and Xiaotong had died several times during the day. Furthermore, unusual phenomena were difficult to exploit. If someone truly wanted to take advantage of them, it would be more convenient to hire a hitman.
“Huh~”
She took a deep breath, clenched her fists and began to walk down, counting the steps as she went.
1, 2, 3...56, 57...
The girl's footsteps were exceptionally clear in the endless corridor, and the people behind the screen could see the light spots emerging under her feet and the emptiness beyond the light spots.
[The cognitive filter appears to be ineffective, but resetting it to zero still works (?) Note: The effect has undergone unknown changes.]
They watched intently as the pixelated figure representing Chen Xiao'er walked down the stairs one level at a time.
The detector showed that the Paster value under her feet was constantly decreasing, which means that no matter how different the abnormality in the illusion was from the abnormality outside the illusion, it became weak under the effect of zeroing.
An assistant sitting in the corner whispered, "I'm curious what other people would think if they encountered this staircase."
The colleague next to her tapped the screen: "Look, there's a control group."
A red pixel man walked down the stairs into the endless corridor, with three words on his head.
【Sinaya】
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