Here Lies The Wicked

In fact, the party did not leave the KAC.

He's still at the Körücker Course.

When he heard a few footsteps behind him, he flashed extremely quickly and temporarily hid in a room without a candidate.

And why isn't there a candidate in this room?

There are too many possibilities.

Perhaps death, illness, family change, home flooded, mudslides in the mountains... or natural or man-made disasters fled, or went into the city to chase the test halfway looted and killed by bandits... or fraud caught, stomach pulled out halfway, etc...

Fang is also too lazy to think about the real reason for this.

The sounds of those inquisitors wandering around seemed to be patrolling the area to see if any candidates were cheating.

About half an hour before the examiners left.

When they passed the examination time where Fang was hiding, the inquisitors walked straight past as if they had not seen each other.

It's as if I didn't see the target this big.

Monkeys are two meters tall, and in narrow compartments, there's nowhere to hide.

But with such a big goal, the inquisitors walked over together and just couldn't find the square.

Visually, the examiners left and thought appeared in both eyes.

Obviously, the place is full of weirdness.

It doesn't seem calm at all.

Because!

These are dead things! He's not alive!

Right in the examination room, sweep the room where he is now hiding.

“Ding Wei? ”

“Is the ranking of candidates in this science examination course in accordance with the five branches in heaven and earth as the ranking of candidates? ”

Fang is seeing a wooden plaque painted red as blood in the examination room.

The wooden plaque is engraved with the words "Ding Wei".

Ding was not in the five branches of heaven and earth, against the number forty-four.

Since the beginning of the dramatic changes in the heavens and the earth, he has studied the cultural heritage of his ancestors, so that he can recognize the number not represented by Ding.

“Damn it 44... I'm a little panicked right now, this damn number is not good at all. ”

The ghost only knows why it happens to be 44 when he chooses a random examination room.

I don't know if it's accidental, or if there's something in the underworld that's sneaking around?

Just as Fang was thinking absurdly, suddenly, it had been quiet and extraordinarily calm in the science examination hall, and the husband who knocked on the gong came to play louder.

“Hitachi Ergen, close the doors and windows to prevent theft and theft! ”

Knock, knock!

In a quiet environment, a chirp was heard.

Reminder has entered the second sentence.

“Ergon? ”

“The second corresponds to modern time, which is about 9: 00 p.m. to 11: 00 p.m.… It is already late at night. ”

Night entertainment programmes are lacking for the ancients.

And just a few minutes to build the baby.

So after nine o'clock in the evening, for the ancients, it was already the middle of the night when everyone slept.

Don't ask why the party knows about this cold knowledge.

As he became more and more uneasy outside, he did not hesitate to enquire about various ancient knowledge.

When he heard a louder blow in the KAC, he squared the arm muscles of the knife and suddenly tightened. As soon as something went wrong, he burst out of the examination room to kill the enemy.

The voice of the husband, getting closer and closer, soon, beating the figure of the husband, appeared in front of the square.

An old man with a hunchback appeared in front of Fang!

Fang immediately recognized the old man with the hunchback!

But the old man on the hunchback didn't recognize him, or the old man on the hunchback didn't see him, and went straight away without looking away.

But now the old man on the hunchback, instead of reading those chaotic, weird poems, is like an ordinary husband.

Listening to more and more noise, gradually blurred and disappeared, in the examination room of narrow space, wandering in place.

Take a look at the surroundings from time to time.

I don't know exactly what he's up to.

At the moment of reflection, raise!

There was a pair of eyes spying on him in the dark.

But when Fang was looking for it, his peeping eyes disappeared.

After so many times, Fang is temporarily dismissing the idea.

Until we find the peeper behind the scenes, everything moves without permission and puts itself in danger.

Time passes so quietly.

Ten minutes.

Half an hour.

An hour.

That pair of peeping eyes in the dark, all the time, never disappeared.

Fang has been trying to find out where the peeping eyes came from.

He was about to turn over the narrow, small examination room completely. Just tear down the examination room and break the boards apart to find out if there are any termite cavities!

Ten minutes went by again...

Just as Fang was searching the examination room inch by inch, when he happened to be checking the boards in the examination room, that feeling of peeping appeared again.

“Hmm?”

Fang noticed that this time the snooping felt very close. As soon as he noticed it, he immediately found the root cause.

It's a small piece of fine sewing on the board of the compartment, which is so small that if you don't look closely, you can easily ignore the past.

I don't know if the stitches are artificially excavated, or if they are quality workmanship problems, because they are so small that they are all possible.

And before that, peeping!

It's from the examination room next door behind the stitches!

However, when Fang was finding the fine stitches on the board, the sense of peeping had disappeared.

She looked at the planks in front of her and squinted her eyes.

Instead of immediately exposing the next candidate, he started sitting in the examination room like nobody else, learning from the other candidates, as if he was seriously working on the science paper.

Soon, that kind of peeping appeared again!

Square was like I knew it would happen, and the figure flashed, and people had appeared behind that plank of fine sewing.

After the planks were stitched, something dark disappeared, and the feeling of being spyed on disappeared again.

Next, you're digging up a piece of mud in the soil beneath your feet, blocking the planks.

As a result, the peeping sensation reappeared!

Turning his head, the mud that had blocked the small stitches on the plank had been stabbed.

Fang bowed his head and pondered.

Later, he picked up the pillows he had prepared for the candidates and blocked the small stitches on the boards.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes... this time the peeping sensation never appeared again, i.e. sand, sand, sand... like a rat drilling in the middle of the night, or the fine sound of a rat grinding his teeth, very slightly, very carefully, in a quiet night, such as sneaking, sneaking.

Square eyebrows wrinkled.

He turned his head toward the pillow used to block the planks, and the next second, he took the pillow away and took it in front of him.

Huh.

Square eyes grinned.

I saw the side of the pillow that was used to block the small stitches on the plank, like it had been cut constantly by some kind of sharp instrument. It had already cracked open a mouth and some of the wheat grain shell filling had fallen out.

This seemingly calm science fair is not calm at all.

This time, Fangzhengzheng stopped taking things to clog the small stitches on the wooden board. He put them behind the wooden board in the compartment and squatted quietly in front of the small stitches.

One second.

Two seconds.

Time passes...

All of a sudden, there's an eyeball sewn across the plank, facing each other!