Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 5: Qianhua Road

Yin Shi Experimental Middle School was founded in the 1930s. Its predecessor was Jingyang Middle School, which was built by local squires to raise funds for charity. After several changes, it has become Yin Shi with the best academic performance, the most abundant teachers and comprehensive students. One of the highest quality secondary schools.

On Monday, at 7:50 in the morning, the morning reading in the experimental middle school gradually stopped as the bell rang.

The first class started immediately, and the students on duty, who were wearing blue and white school uniforms and standing guard at the school gate, hurried to the teaching building.

The electric retractable door was completely closed under the instructions of the established program, and outside the door, Li Ang, who was carrying a schoolbag, walked over, not in a hurry.

He didn't go through the main gate, but came to the iron fence without electronic monitoring and only covered by protective trees, sprinted a little, kicked abruptly, and then the force of stepping on the ground rose into the air,

Like a gymnast jumping over a vaulting machine, he gracefully climbed over a man-high iron fence, patted the leaves on his body, and walked into the teaching building as if nothing happened.

Tee, Tee, Tee.

Knocked on the door and entered the classroom. All the students and Shi Qingsong, the head teacher who was teaching history class on the podium, all turned their attention to Li Ang.

"Late again."

A middle-aged man with a scholarly temperament, Shi Qingsong, pushed his glasses and tapped on the podium with his knuckles, "What's the reason this time?

Last time I said that you ate Mapo tofu at a street restaurant and was hunted down by Mapo and her husband on Shiba Street,

The last time you saw a homeless man falling asleep on the street, you built three shared bicycles on him for fear of catching a cold.

Last time I said that you were afraid of the awkward atmosphere when you were taking a bath, so you took the initiative to talk to the bathing master and asked him: 'Have you eaten yet? ’ As a result, the bathing master, who felt that his professional dignity was provoked, rubbed off two layers of skin, resulting in unbearable pain and being late for school the next day. "

Oh, I still remember it quite well.

Li Ang said humbly: "Teacher Report, I fought a ghost last night and killed it on the spot, successfully blocking the news of the real existence of cows, ghosts and snakes."

Shi Qingsong was very happy, "Zibuyu is strange, how can there be any monsters in the world?"

Li Ang nodded, "Look how successful the information blocking is."

Shi Qingsong's eyes twitched, ".... go back and sit, and come to the office after class."

Li Ang returned to his seat as if he had been granted amnesty.

His roommate was a girl, Wang Congshan, who served as the monitor and half of Li Ang's childhood sweetheart.

When we were in elementary school together, Wang Congshan was afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, so the caring Li Ang grabbed a toad from the ditch and pressed it on her head to help her eat the mosquitoes that dared to fly over;

When we were raising silkworm babies together, Wang Congshan's silkworm baby died. For the sake of his friends, Li Ang caught a bunch of white-flowered maggots to comfort her and let her keep raising them. Sure enough, they raised a lot of blowflies. raging in the classroom;

When we were playing hide and seek together, Wang Congshan hid in the big wooden cabinet. The kind-hearted Li Ang was afraid of hurting her self-esteem.

Hmm...Thinking about it this way, it seems that the childhood memories of the two of them are quite "sweet"...

Li Ang sat down, rummaging through the textbooks in his schoolbag, and said softly to Wang Congshan, "Good morning, Biaozi."

The monitor, who has long been accustomed to the style of the same table, squinted his eyes, "Who is Biaozi? Don't give people such an inexplicable nickname, you are mentally retarded."

"Good Biaozi, I know Biaozi."

"..." Wang Congshan took a breath and automatically blocked the harassment.

At the end of get out of class, Shi Qingsong went to the classroom to pick up a phone and went to the newly built teacher's office building to get a document, so he asked Li Ang to come to him at noon to talk about the student code of conduct.

After the class teacher left, the students could finally have fun and chat in groups of three or five.

"Hey, have you heard? There is another dead person on Qianhua Road. Just this morning, more than a dozen police cars went and blocked four streets."

"Ah, what's the matter, didn't there just happen a car accident there a few days ago? A traveler suddenly stuck his head out of the window of the tourist bus,

As a result, a bus happened to pass by.... He was still in the car, but his head broke off like a sugar cane and flew out, just smashing into the bowl of a buddy who was eating noodles on the street. ..”

"Sigh..." The classmates who were listening took a deep breath.

"This time is not just a traffic accident. I heard that when the sanitation workers went to work early in the morning, they saw a man's body embedded in a telephone pole at the intersection of Qianhua Road..."

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"Have you ever tried to pierce a bun with chopsticks? The man just lay flat on the ground with a 12-meter-long telephone pole growing from his chest..."

"How is that possible? Fake?"

"Tsk, the police said that he just couldn't think about it, he jumped from a tall building and was just penetrated by a concrete pole, but the tallest house near the intersection is only three or four stories high, and the height of the fall is simply not enough.

In addition, the wires at the top of the pole are intact, and there is no blood on the entire cement pole. The corpse seems to have 'grown' out of the pole, completely natural..."

The expressions on the faces of the classmates who were chatting together were a little unnatural~IndoMTL.com~ The classmate who told the story secretly took out the mobile phone from the bag and searched the Internet, hehe laughed: "Oh, at that time, there were hundreds of intersections. Everyone saw it, my uncle happened to be there, and he uploaded photos to the family group and Weibo, but now, there is no relevant information in the Weibo post bar, and the words Qian Hualu are also blocked... .”

After all, he showed the phone to others, and Li Ang also took a peek.

The photo is estimated to have been taken from a long distance and is somewhat blurry. A man in a suit can be seen lying under a concrete utility pole, surrounded by police officers and some firefighters with concrete saws.

Obviously, the police estimated that there was no way for the police to completely remove the body without damaging the telephone pole, so the fire department had to cut the pole in the middle.

On the screen of the mobile phone, the bizarre and even terrifying picture made the girls around them pale, while the boys pretended to be calm and smiled reluctantly.

As the saying goes, Lord Ye loves the dragon. In recent months, cases of unnatural deaths of this type of urban bizarre talk have emerged one after another.

Seeing the timid expressions on the faces of the classmates, Wang Congshan, the monitor, hurriedly said, "Alright, alright, it's best not to communicate and spread such content in the school. The class is about to start, and everyone should go back to their seats."

The crowd dispersed in silence in the depressed atmosphere, while Li Ang narrowed his eyes and recalled the photo.

That's not something that a serial killer or accidental man-made disaster can do at all. The only explanation is illusory ghosts and gods.

This is the real world the player faces.

Li Ang was silent, and wrote the words "Qian Hua Road" in his notebook.