Chapter 18
The reason was simple. The principal's office was covered in blood. At a glance, it was bright red everywhere. The coagulated blood intertwined into strange lines, and those twisted lines formed an indescribable pattern that was difficult to describe in words.
The bright red pattern occupied the entire floor area and spread along the walls to the ceiling. In the dim light, all the bright red seemed to form a wriggling cavity, dazzling and dazzling.
Everything is so evil and disgusting that it gives people a splitting headache just by looking at it. If you look at it for a long time, you will feel a sense of chaos as your consciousness gradually becomes blurred.
Cen Xun forced himself to look away: "What is that?"
Zhang San was obviously also affected by the unknown evil formation. He covered one eye and muffled his voice: "A ritual to summon the evil god requires drawing a special totem with blood and then offering flesh and blood as a sacrifice."
At this moment, Cen Xun finally understood why Principal Hong had become so thin as a skeleton.
The principal is actually using his own flesh and blood to feed the evil god!
Facing the weirdness for the first time, Cen Xun felt a dull pain in his head and could hardly maintain his normal sanity, but Zhang San beside him seemed to accept it well. Not only did he recover quickly, he was even able to analyze the current situation with a clear mind.
"It seems this is where the principal first summoned the evil god." Zhang San pulled out a pack of tissues from somewhere, wiped his face, and said seriously, "The contract should be here."
Cen Xun's heartbeat was pounding, and he reached out and pressed it: "Just go down like this?"
"No, the pollution level down there is too high. Going down directly will pollute my spirit." Zhang San crumpled up the blood-stained tissue and stuffed it back into his pocket. Then he pulled out a pair of sunglasses from somewhere and put them on, his lips curled up. "I only need one set of items that can resist pollution. You wait here for me. I'll go down and find the contract."
Cen Xun remained silent as he watched him walk down the last step. Then, expressionlessly, he took out a note from his pocket, folded it a few times, and used his "Paper Makes Reality" skill to transform it into a pair of sunglasses.
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When Zhang San was quickly searching the principal's desk, he suddenly saw a pair of snow-like hands in the corner of his eye. Even though they were covered by special sunglasses, they were still too white to be noticed. His eyelids jumped and he turned around to see Cen Xun wearing the same sunglasses, unceremoniously pouring out the information in the information bag.
"Zhang San sighed slightly, his tone unclear whether it was helplessness or ridicule: "Teacher Cen, has anyone ever told you that you are really very competitive?"
Cen Xun didn't even raise his eyelids: "Everyone who said that is dead."
Zhang San shut up silently, lowered his head and continued to search intently.
They turned over the entire desk and found some ordinary documents on the desk and in the drawers, as well as some crazy notebooks with the word "kill" written all over them in blood.
Realizing that the desk would hold no other clues, they looked elsewhere.
Zhang San lifted the carpet and knocked on the floorboards one by one, listening carefully for any empty tiles. Cen Xun flipped through all the books on the shelf, even checking the silk banners hanging on the wall.
At this moment, the phone in Cen Xun's pocket began to vibrate wildly. Cen Xun frowned slightly, quickly took out his phone, turned on the screen, and saw that the player group had been flooded with messages:
"Ahhh, the principal suddenly went berserk. He's heading to the principal's office. Teacher Cen, are you still in the principal's office? Get out of there!"
"Damn it, Teacher Cen, what on earth did you do? Why did the principal suddenly turn into a monster? [Picture] [Picture]"
"I can't stop him. I can't stop him at all. The principal looks skinny, but he can knock over a dozen people with one hand. Teacher Cen, run! He's coming for you!"
"Oh my god! The principal got on all fours and ran towards the principal's office like a mad dog. Is the principal still human? The principal has turned into a monster!"
"Teacher Cen, have you seen the message? Urgent! The principal has already run to the Muzang Building! Run! Run!!"
The smell of blood in the air grew stronger. Cen Xun thought to himself that something was wrong and immediately pulled Zhang San up to the bell tower, "Let's go!"
Zhang San also obeyed and followed Cen Xun without saying a word. The two rushed up the spiral staircase leading to the attic in one breath. As soon as they stepped on the last step, they heard a loud sound of a door breaking from below.
Then came a wild beast-like howl of anger.
"Thump, thump, thump" the spiral staircase shook wildly, as if someone was walking up it quickly with angry footsteps.
It’s too fast, the principal is really too fast.
The moment he jumped down from the top floor, Cen Xun saw the principal appear at the door and rush towards them with a ferocious face.
Cen Xun, who was too late, realized this fact almost instantly. Knowing that the principal's office was on the 18th floor, even if it was a free fall, it would take a full three seconds.
Three seconds was enough time for the principal to catch up with them along the rope, or cut the rope and let them fall to their death on the ground.
Before Cen Xun could say anything, the arm around his waist suddenly tightened, and Zhang San's cold voice came from above his head: "Hold tight."
Without waiting for Cen Xun's answer, Zhang San suddenly kicked the wall and swung outward. Using the inertia of falling back, he kicked a window on the sixth floor and broke it.
Accompanied by the crackling sound of broken glass, the two men rolled to the ground together, and a piece of broken rope fell with them.
Zhang San rolled over and got up, not bothering to brush off the glass shards on his body. He turned around and looked at Cen Xun beside him.
Cen Xun's expression was equally grim. He sniffed the air and found that the stench had not dissipated, but had become even stronger. Cen Xun quickly determined what had happened and said in a deep voice, "He's coming down."
Zhang San said simply: "Hide."
Most of the rooms on the sixth floor are meeting rooms. In addition to the meeting rooms, the Propaganda Department of H University is also on the sixth floor. At this time, no one is attending a meeting in the meeting room, and the Propaganda Department is also dead silent. The corridor is poorly lit and very dim.
Compared with Zhang San, Cen Xun was more familiar with the administrative building. Without much hesitation, he directly chose a small meeting room to hide in.
"Why did you choose this place?" Zhang San asked Cen Xun in a low voice, with his back against the door.
Cen Xun did not answer, but listened carefully to the movement outside.
"Clatter, creak, creak" a vague sound came from outside the door panel, as if someone smashed the remaining glass and then rolled on the glass shards.
An unknown monster was approaching the small room they were in. Its voice echoed in the empty corridor, sounding like both crying and laughing. It was so hoarse as if thousands of ghosts were wailing together, and so distorted as if it were a demon from hell. It was difficult to distinguish its original tone.
Invaders
"I will kill the intruder"
"Killed"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The source of the sound was getting closer and closer to the room they were in. Zhang San leaned against the door and asked Cen Xun with his mouth: What should we do?
Cen Xun glanced at him, then stood there calmly without making any movement.
Zhang San was anxious, really anxious this time. He plucked up the courage to poke him in the waist and abdomen, and made crazy gestures with his eyes.
Cen Xun's expression was slightly cold. He closed his eyes, grasped the finger that Zhang San had poked him with, and bent it in the opposite direction.
With a snap, Zhang San bared his teeth and became obedient.
During this period, the murderous intent outside the door was still approaching.
As the monster approached, an invisible sense of oppression enveloped the two people. With every step closer, the sense of oppression became stronger.
Even the air in the room seemed to be squeezed out, breathing became increasingly difficult, and beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of both men.
Wisps of shadow emerged from under the door, and the shadows turned into dense tentacles, pouring in like a tide.
"The intruder has been found."
The monster said this as he stood outside their door.
Zhang San subconsciously pulled Cen Xun behind him. He didn't notice the strange look Cen Xun gave him from behind, and stared at the crumbling door panel.
Black, dense tentacles with a fishy smell rushed into the crack of the door and had already reached Zhang San's toes. Just as they were about to touch him, a shrill alarm suddenly rang out.
The tentacles reaching out to Zhang San suddenly stopped and quickly retracted the next second.
"Intruder!"
The furious voice quickly faded away, and the powerful pressure dissipated along with it.
The air in the dim conference room began to flow again. Zhang San leaned against the door panel and listened for a moment before letting out a breath: "Gone."
Cen Xun didn't respond, instead staring down at his fingertips. A puppet thread was rapidly retracting from the crack in the window, quietly sinking into the pad of his index finger.
At this moment, Zhang San suddenly turned around and asked him: "How did you know the alarm would sound?"
Cen Xun opened the door and walked out: "Good luck."
"Then we're really too lucky," Zhang San followed him out, kicked the broken glass on the ground, and said something veiled, "If we were a second later, we would have died together."
Cen Xun sneered silently.
It's certainly not luck.
In fact, the reason why Cen Xun chose to hide in this conference room was precisely because the window of this conference room faced the office on the third floor below, which was the security department of H University.
The windows in the conference room are very small, just enough for ventilation. People cannot go out, but the puppet threads can go out.
Just before the principal came in, Cen Xun had used puppet strings to sound the security department's alarm. This alarm would only be sounded in the event of an emergency. So, to the principal, which was more important: the two intruders or the crisis facing the entire school?
Just as Cen Xun thought, the principal was led away by the alarm and chose to let them go temporarily to deal with the higher priority school crisis first.
The two walked from the dim corridor to the window where the sun was streaming in. Only then did they see each other's wounds clearly. The situation was urgent, and they had no time to care about so much, but the impact of falling into the pile of glass was real. The glass shards hit everyone equally, leaving different degrees of cuts on both of them.
Zhang San was fine, as his combat uniform was made of a special material, so only a few shallow scratches were left on his exposed face and neck. The only serious wound was on the palm of his hand.
Cen Xun's injury was more serious. He was not as experienced as Zhang San. Even though he was protected by Zhang San, he still suffered a lot of injuries due to his improper landing posture.
Zhang San looked Cen Xun up and down, wanting to say something but stopping himself. He wanted to reach out and lift up his clothes to examine him more closely, but he was afraid of getting beaten. In the end, he could only frown and say, "Let's go out first."
The two quickly left the administrative building and went to the infirmary of H University.
As soon as he entered the infirmary, Zhang San skillfully went to look for tweezers, hydrogen peroxide and other supplies. When he came back with the tray, he found Cen Xun sitting on the hospital bed, biting the corner of his shirt hem, and pouring hydrogen peroxide directly on the wound on his waist and abdomen without blinking, as if he didn't feel any pain.
Ancestors! Zhang San instantly let out a sharp explosion in his heart, and rushed over in one step, stopping Cen Xun's cruel and inhumane self-abuse.
Cen Xun was still biting the hem of his clothes, staring at him unhappily, and mumbling, "Let go."
Zhang San put the tray aside, snatched the hydrogen peroxide from his hand, lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves: "I'll help you."
Cen Xun spit out the hem of his clothes and looked down at Zhang San, who was bending over in front of him. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Student Zhang, are you always so enthusiastic about killing strangers?"
"I just like to do good deeds every day. If you don't understand, just leave it alone."
Zhang San lifted up the fallen hem of his clothes and looked at the wound on his waist. It was obvious that a piece of glass of medium size had just pierced here, and Cen Xun silently pulled out the glass, leaving such a bloody hole.
As Zhang San poured hydrogen peroxide onto the gauze, he asked Cen Xun, "When did you get pricked?"
"Broken window."
Zhang San said sarcastically: "Didn't you say you are very lucky?"
Cen Xun stared at his head, a little nonchalantly: "Sometimes good, sometimes bad."
"Zhang San was so angry that he laughed. He wiped the blood clean and then disinfected him with iodine.
Zhang San was busy working when he suddenly felt someone ruffling his messy black hair and he froze in place.
Cen Xun's tone was a little weary: "Zhang San is your pseudonym, what is your real name?"
Zhang San: "Guess why I came in using a fake name?"
"It's boring." Cen Xun grabbed his hair and commented, "Ugly."
Zhang San didn't want to dwell on this issue any further, so he changed the subject: "Did you find anything in the principal's office just now?"
Cen Xun looked down at his hands and denied it flatly: "No."
"What a coincidence! I don't have any either," Zhang San said nonchalantly. "So, did we make this trip for nothing?"
Cen Xun then said, "It's not that there is no gain."
Zhang San became interested: "For example?"
"I've gained a lot of injuries," Cen Xun said with a gloomy face, "and also gained the principal's hatred."
"Zhang San was speechless: "Teacher Cen, you are really..."
Cen Xun looked over coldly, and Zhang San changed his tone as if nothing had happened: "You are truly wise and brave."
Cen Xun: "Can you please shut your mouth?"
Zhang San: "Sure."
The infirmary finally quieted down. Cen Xun closed his eyes and thought, while Zhang San diligently treated his wounds. Although it was inappropriate for him to glance at the tight waist and abdomen, he couldn't help but feel a little distracted.
His throat had become dry at some point, and he repeatedly traced the lines and direction of those beautiful muscles with his eyes, his gaze gradually becoming deeper.
"He's suddenly so generous, it's a bit unlike him. Is he trying to seduce me on purpose?"
The huge 3D surround sound filled Cen Xun's ears with a strong presence.
"You already have a husband, but you still casually expose your body to other men. You really have no manly ethics."
Cen Xun: “”
He slowly opened his eyes and lowered his gaze calmly.
"You're still saying you haven't found any clues. You're lying again, Teacher Cen."
"I found it, there's no way he didn't find it."
"You found it but didn't share it with me. It seems you found the key information."
After thinking about the serious business for a while, this person's mind wandered again.
"Ah, this waist, I want to lick it."
Cen Xun took a deep breath and forced himself to hold back so as not to kill the man immediately.
He wanted to hear what other secrets this person was thinking about.
However, there were no secrets, but a lot of unbearable voices came out.
Finally, a relatively normal message emerged, which was about the principal.
"If I'm not mistaken, the principal's rank has reached the level of Red Robe, or even higher. This is a bit tricky."
"He's so determined to become the principal, has he ever been bullied by the principal in the past?"
"No, he's the only one who can bully his colleagues. Who else can bully him?"
"What bad intentions could Mr. Cen have? He's simply uncultured."
Cen Xun: "That's enough!"
Cen Xun couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed his messy hair and pulled it back, sneered and said word by word, "No need for you, I can do it myself."
"You change your face faster than the weather changes. I won't serve you anymore!"
Cen Xun bandaged the wounds on his waist and abdomen himself, and then treated the minor wounds on his hands and arms. Zhang San sat aside, took out his mobile phone, and began to browse the messages in the player group.
"Oh shit, why did the school alarm suddenly go off? Did you all hear it?"
"Muzhilou heard it!"
"Dormitory 16 heard it!"
"The cafeteria heard it!"
"The experimental field heard it!"
"Yuanhu heard it!"
"Damn, damn, damn, do you know who I just saw? It was the principal! Didn't he go to the principal's office? Why is he running towards the north gate again?"
"I feel like this is Teacher Cen's fault. Professor Cen, what on earth is going on?"
"I saw Teacher Cen and a man going to the infirmary. Teacher Cen seemed injured!"
"What, what, Teacher Cen, are you okay?"
Scrolling further, the players' topic suddenly changed.
"Brothers and sisters, have you received the questionnaire message from the school office?"
"I received it, but it's hard to comment on the content of this message."
"So are we going to follow the message?"
"Let's ask Teacher Cen first. What if this is a conspiracy by the fake principal?"
What news? Zhang San narrowed his eyes, opened the message bar on his phone, and found the questionnaire message sent by the school office.
After reading all the contents of the message, he couldn't help but let out a low laugh, his chest shaking.
Cen Xun looked over unkindly: "What are you laughing at?"
Zhang San shook his phone at him and sighed, "Teacher Cen, you are indeed worthy of being me."
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