"The people who often seem the most harmless and unrestrained are actually the last enemies. Of course, I said probably, but for the sake of security, it is recommended to kill all those who can be killed, (laughs)." - "Dark World" official TIP

The empty ruined classroom, the black figures patrolling slowly, the diary from a third-person perspective, the safes filled with institutions, the blackboards covered with topics, and the mysterious blue chalk, combined together to form the copy in front of Feng Heng. Each part is weird and terrifying, but combining them all together can reveal many questions.

Feng Heng pinched his nose bridge and forced his mental state to reverse. He turned his eyes to the two red dots outside the window, trying to stimulate his senses with his panicked eyes outside the window, and then wake him up.

Fortunately, my adjustment ability is pretty good. After such a stimulus, I immediately turned around forcibly.

It seems that you should use as little time as possible to find your phone, otherwise you may fall into a coma directly.

I have a bad mental state, who knows what will happen?

I don’t know why this state happened. Will it have a lot to do with the game, no, the rules of the exam room?

Feng Heng thought about it but gave up. Damn, the rules didn't even come out, so he didn't care. As long as he didn't break the rules as much as possible, it would be fine.

Subconsciously, I looked out the window and saw that the two red light spots had left here with streamers. Then I picked up the diary with most of the remaining diary and continued to watch the strange things develop.

“On April 25, XX, it was dark.

It was cloudy again, and it was already familiar weather. It was gone without the dullness I felt before, and there was only an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Perhaps it was because I had adapted to this weather, which was really ridiculous.

Time has been going on now, and all fifty-seven questions have been asked, and those who should answer have been answered, and those who avoid answering have already covered the blood of the people they are closest to have covered the entire blackboard according to another rule. Some people were punished for violating the rules of the question-maker. There were originally only twenty of the 57 students in the class at this moment.

More than 20 classmates, either rich second generation, ruthless, or just classmates who answer questions honestly. I glanced at the people in the classroom. In addition to the familiar Bai Chen and his best friend, I almost forgot the other names.

When all the fifty-seven questions were written and answered by the students, everyone thought they could be spared from the torture of this situation, but the next night, tonight, a question appeared out of thin air on the blackboard, and the new questions that everyone knew.

But this time the handwriting that appeared out of thin air was different from before. It informed us in a tone of telling us in person.

It is better to say it is not a rule, but a letter from the questioner.

There are many handwritings on the blackboard. Because I adhere to the characteristics of my favorite recording in the past, and I usually write my diary very late at night. So if I put it in the night to write the handwriting on the blackboard, I can't remember it very clearly, so the moment the handwriting was written, I copied all the words on the notebook.

Of course, it was not excerpted on this diary, so I tore off the paper recorded on the notebook and put it in the diary.

That’s all for today.”

Is there any question after all fifty-seven questions?

What did this questioner think?

Feng Heng had an illusion that he always felt that so many questions made the students in this class answered to filter out what, right, screen, answer the questions correctly, or use special methods to escape the questions, and you can survive.

What does this mean?

If you continue to use this idea to further think about the purpose of doing this, you can draw a terrifying conclusion—

More than 20 people were screened out, and as for what they were screened out, it is unknown.

However, if you continue to draw questions further, you need to filter them.

Is this guy who screened out again? Does this guy think there are too many more than twenty people?

Also add additional conditions to keep those people separated?

Feng Heng continued to read the diary again, trying to find further clues from it.

Unfortunately, words are words. I have never seen the development of things. No matter how long I analyze them, I can't analyze anything.

Just as Feng Heng saw a sentence in a book about detective reasoning before—

"For us, witnesses, clues, confessions are just placed before us like pieces. We cannot guarantee that we will put them into a complete puzzle every time. As for the truth you are talking about, the truth only exists at the moment when it happened, and after that moment, it no longer exists."

Indeed, it's the same as it is now.

Although there are words and words of the parties involved, who can guarantee that the words of the parties involved are mixed with some special personal emotions and with such horrible experiences, who can know that what she wrote in her diary is real?

I thought something was wrong before, how could a girl kill a boy? It also confirmed that boys are not the kind of cerebral palsy who cannot take care of themselves or have no ability to move.

Now it seems that all the stories in this diary do not have much authenticity.

If a normal person is stimulated, the words she writes must be mixed with some unreal elements, or even fictional. It is possible that the things she writes are still fantasized by herself.

Feng Heng thought so.

With this idea, looking at all the contents in this diary, I have already gained my own qualities.

Just when Feng Heng had such a conscious thought, the loudspeaker behind him rang again, shocking Feng Heng's body.

"Candidate Feng Heng met the indicator [question of the content of the question]. He hereby rewards the candidate with a test prompt, which has been randomly refreshed in any corner of the examination room. Please ask the candidate Feng Heng to search for the prompt as soon as possible. The prompt will be randomly cleared in one hour."

"In addition, this indicator is one-time. After candidate Feng Heng reaches the indicator, even if other candidates do the same behavior, they will not refresh the indicators. I hope all candidates know it well."

"Okay, the notification will be broadcast here. Please continue the exam. The exam time is three days left. Please seize the time and hand in the paper before the exam is over as much as possible."

Meeting the indicator?

Feng Heng had a question in his mind, what are the indicators?

[Question about the content of the question]?

Didn’t I just develop different opinions on the contents in this diary than before?

Wait, if you substitute these words, you can draw a conclusion-

The content in this diary is the title, that is, the diary is the title?

Feng Heng narrowed his eyes. Just as he wanted to continue thinking, a strange "da, da, da" sound suddenly sounded behind him. With his vigilance, Feng Heng immediately looked back and saw a blackboard behind him, and the sound came from the top of his head.

Looking in the sound, it was the sound of the clock that I just watched the time, and it was the sound of the second hand.

Feng Heng frowned. Why didn’t he hear the second hand just now when it turned? It’s so loud now?

Seeing the second hand turning one after another, Feng Heng suddenly felt a little dizzy.

No, I can't do this. I have not found the test questions I just mentioned. If I just fell into a coma here, wouldn't I have wasted a chance?

As the second hand rotates slowly, the sounds in my ears are constantly ringing.

It actually brought Feng Heng a strange hypnotic feeling. He tried desperately to turn his gaze, but found that his body, head, and various limbs could no longer move, and he was already lost in the clock walking.

“Tick, tick…”

The second hand is walking slowly.

"clatter."

When the number twelve was reached, the second hand suddenly shook and the entire examination room fell into silence.

Feng Heng's eyelids gradually closed, and it was obvious that he seemed to be in a deep sleep.

"The rest time for candidates has come. Please enter the rest immediately."

"The rest time for candidates has come. Please enter the rest immediately."

This sentence has been repeated for a long time and has been echoing in the ears of every candidate.

Feng Heng was no exception. Everyone closed their eyes and looked very sweet to sleep.

The two abnormal little red dots outside the window gradually stopped walking back and forth. They climbed straight out of the window into the examination room of each candidate and wandered in the examination room, as if supervising the sleep of Feng Heng and other candidates.

The invigilator who entered the Feng Heng examination room was wandering in the classroom at this moment. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and his steps wandering in the classroom became faster. He directly skipped the tables and chairs drawers he had just looked at, and came straight to Feng Heng, as if he was looking at Feng Heng up and down.

He seemed very strange. Ordinary candidates would not stare at the invigilator. Feng Heng was an exception. When the invigilator walked by the classroom, he stared at himself with a strange expression.

This candidate is interesting?

Just as the invigilator was looking at Feng Heng up and down with two red light spots, Feng Heng's eyes suddenly opened. He glanced at the black shadow in front of him who was about to do something, and subconsciously raised one foot and kicked the guy out.

But when his feet stretched out before he had time to take them back, Feng Heng saw the red light spot and suddenly realized that the black shadow was the invigilator. He subconsciously took a few steps back and then stared at the black shadow in front of him.

[Candidate Feng Heng has entered a state of fatigue. Please wait immediately.]

When Feng Heng opened his eyes and made those actions, a line of small red words suddenly floated in front of Feng Heng's eyes, as if prompting Feng Heng to continue to enter that state of rest.

In fact, it was called a rest. When Feng Heng entered that state just now, he seemed to have closed his eyes, but in fact he was completely forcing the so-called candidates to close their eyes. It felt like his body was suddenly manipulated and he couldn't resist no matter what.

As for why Feng Heng got rid of this state, he also had to thank himself for the action he had just looked at the clock on the wall.

Because the podium is very close to the wall, that is, the wall hanging on the blackboard, if someone wants to look up at the clock, his body will tilt backwards and then tilt his head. In this way, a person's center of gravity will shift a lot.

So when his body is suddenly controlled by someone, his unconscious movements will continue to move backwards with the center of gravity. What is behind it? The podium is behind it, so Feng Heng's back leans against the edge of the podium.

Maybe it was because the podium had existed for too long, or maybe the podium was a tofu project, so a row of weird barbs appeared on the edge of it. If a person leaned up, he would definitely feel pain.

In this state, Feng Heng was awakened by the sting.

Thank you to Newton and the barbs on this podium, so that Feng Heng can completely get rid of that guy's control.

That guy?

Which guy?

Feng Heng didn't know, maybe he was the guy who controlled his body.

[Candidate Feng Heng has entered a state of fatigue. Please wait immediately.]

The lines of small words were still flashing in front of his eyes, but Feng Heng would not listen.

The feeling of being manipulated just now was so weird that he would not accept it voluntarily. Besides, this line of small words did not say whether it would violate the rules of the exam room. What's wrong with the fatigue state? What's wrong with you!

As long as you don't violate the rules of the game, everything is easy to say.

Originally, Feng Heng thought that he would have any punishment for the invigilator when he kicked the invigilator, but he didn't expect nothing to happen.
To be continued...