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“I remember now, it sprayed on my face back then… that drop of blood…” Gan Ze stared blankly at Xu Guoxian sitting next to him, pointing to the large black mole on his chin: “It was black and soft.”

"What are you talking about?" Xu Guoxian felt uncomfortable all over.

"It feels like this." Gan Ze poked at the large black mole blankly, poking and poking.

"Hey... I told you not to overthink it!" Xu Guoxian frowned, his tone displeased.

For the past three days, he has been trying to tolerate Gan Ze's mental instability, and his patience is almost worn out.

“I remember I didn’t wipe it off… I used my finger… I flicked it off with my finger…” Gan Ze continued to dwell on the memories from three days ago: “What I flicked off was this soft, fleshy touch… yes, that was it…” His fingernail left obvious marks on the large black mole on his face.

"..." Xu Guoxian didn't know how to respond, so he pretended not to hear.

"That DNA... four more days..."

"?"

"What if it really is me? What should I do?" Gan Ze's fingernails dug deeper and deeper into the fat mole, as if he wanted to pry it off: "DNA...only one in millions..."

"That's impossible!"

Xu Guoxian rolled his eyes, his face full of disdain. But in his heart, Xu Guoxian had made up his mind that if the DNA test results showed that the corpse was "the same person" as Gan Ze, he would definitely stay far away from Gan Ze.

The farther the better... What if bad luck is contagious!

"What if it is? What if it is? What if it is?" Gan Ze's features contorted, and his dark circles under his eyes deepened instantly.

Xu Guoxian ignored him.

Everyone was writing furiously, but they all secretly glanced at Gan Ze, who was sitting in the last row, out of the corner of their eyes.

Everyone was puzzled. They really didn't know why Gan Ze was still coming to school. A bad student like him should have taken the opportunity to ask for sick leave and mess around at home. Why did he have to come to school and scare everyone? Could it be that even a scoundrel like Gan Ze, who doesn't respect anyone, is afraid of being alone?

"Li Fanglin! How did you do your job as a monitor today?!"

The homeroom teacher yelled at Fang Lin again.

That's amazing, or rather, unbelievable? While the focus of the entire class, and even the entire school, was solely on the living dead Gan Ze, the homeroom teacher stubbornly continued to rage at Fang Lin alone.

"The flower pots in the corridor aren't aligned properly, the chalk dust isn't cleaned up, and... look at this? Why don't you throw away this bit of chalk residue? What were you doing during your lunch break! Don't bring your home-style rules here, school has its own rules, don't you understand!" The homeroom teacher scolded a whole bunch of things, but her eyes were checking Fang Lin's composition book to see if she could be punished by standing on the podium.

Gan Ze stared blankly at Fang Lin's back, which was hunched over with nervousness, and muttered to himself, "It must be this stinky woman."

"?" Xu Guoxian was puzzled.

"Yes, it must be this wretched woman who ruined my luck..." Gan Ze's shoulders twitched.

Although they were absolutely unrelated, Xu Guoxian could only go along with Gan Ze's words at this point. He casually said, "That's right, she cursed you because she wouldn't let you see her underwear that day."

“Yes, it must be…” Gan Ze’s throat bobbed.

"Alright, I think you'll be fine after a good night's sleep," Xu Guoxian said, his voice growing softer and softer.

"You filthy woman...you damn filthy woman, you're...you're a filthy woman raised by a murderer...you want to harm me? How are you going to harm me? Ha...let me tell you, I'm not someone to be trifled with..."

"..."

Xu Guoxian noticed that Gan Ze's gaze as he stared at Fang Lin's back was filled with twisted anger.

He shivered.

7

A stack of essays was piled up on the podium.

As the school bell rang, everyone in the classroom eagerly packed their bags and sprinted away.

Curiosity aside, and gossip aside, no one really wanted to be in the same space as Gan Ze for too long. Even Wang Naiqiang and Xu Guoxian, who used to be inseparable, hurriedly left Gan Ze as if they had "an emergency to deal with after school," without even saying goodbye until tomorrow.

The classroom was cleared.

Gan Ze sat silently in the last row of the classroom, like a black hole filled with negative energy.

"What is he going to do?" Fang Lin wondered to herself.

As the student on duty, Fang Lin had no choice but to carefully wipe the blackboard clean, wipe the chalk dust from the grooves with a damp cloth, and roughly arrange the somewhat messy desks and chairs. Finally, she arranged the stack of composition books on the teacher's desk according to student ID numbers.

That's about it, right?

As Fang Lin put her textbooks and pencils into her bag and was about to turn off all the lights, Gan Ze was still sitting at the back of the classroom, glaring at her like a fierce demon. Fang Lin hesitated for a moment... Should she wait for Gan Ze, who was leaving last, to turn off the lights and fan himself?

No... I should wait until Gan Ze leaves the classroom before I leave, lest he deliberately makes a mess of the classroom and gets me a scolding from the homeroom teacher tomorrow? That bastard Gan Ze will definitely do that.

Fang Lin glanced at Gan Ze. No, she didn't want to. She didn't want to spend so much time in the same room with someone like that.

Never mind, let's deal with tomorrow's problems tomorrow.

Just as Fang Lin picked up her schoolbag to leave, Gan Ze suddenly shouted, "Li Fang Lin! What are you doing!"

"!" Fang Lin was startled, and half of her face went numb instantly.

Gan Ze slowly stood up and closed the back door of the classroom.

This is no ordinary prank.

...Gan Ze's eyes revealed a boundless madness as he walked over step by step.

As he walked, he pulled up all the windows along the way.

"What are you doing?" Fang Lin looked at Gan Ze warily.

These three short words were probably the first time Fang Lin had spoken to Gan Ze in the past year and a half.

Gan Ze closed and locked the front door.

Why are the doors closed? Locked? And why are all the curtains drawn?

Gan Ze's shoulders twitched.

At this moment, Fang Lin's hair stood on end.

"Li Fanglin, I know... it was you who did this."

The dark circles etched on Gan Ze's eyes seemed to be growing deeper and deeper, as if they were trying to swallow his reason.

The words that came out of Gan Ze's mouth at this moment were like a copy of the nonsense that the homeroom teacher maliciously spouted against Fang Lin.

"I want to go home." Fang Lin walked quickly towards the back door.

After taking only two steps, Fang Lin felt a violent dizziness at the back of her head and staggered forward, falling to the ground.

The dizziness disappeared, replaced by a flame that quickly burned on the back of Fang Lin's head... Ouch!

it hurts!

Was that Gan Ze who just hit him? Has he gone mad?

Fang Lin, lying on the floor, had no time to be angry at Gan Ze's unreasonable behavior; she was about to face...

"Li Fanglin!"

Gan Ze crouched down and quickly threw a second punch.

This time, it was a direct, head-on, and completely unreserved blow to Fang Lin's face.

Before Fang Lin could close her eyes, the back of her head slammed heavily against the floor behind her.

"Tell me how you did it! If you don't tell me, don't expect me to let you off the hook!"

Smash it!

Gan Ze completely lost control, giving Fang Lin no chance to reply. The third, fourth, and fifth punches landed hard on Fang Lin's face, silencing her terrified screams and leaving only muffled groans.

"..." Fang Lin looked at Gan Ze with blurred vision. There were two... two and a half Gan Zes?

"Was her eye hit too? Or did she suffer a severe blow to the head?" Fang Lin wondered groggily.

Then came the sixth punch, which landed squarely on the bridge of the nose.

Thump!

Fang Lin's head slammed against the floor again.

"Your father killed so many people... and now you want to do the same... right?!" Gan Ze grabbed Fang Lin's hair forcefully and said viciously, "Tell me, what do you want? What do you want to do to me!"

"I...don't want to..." Fang Lin was so scared that she forgot to cry.

"If you don't tell, of course you won't tell... Otherwise, if I knew, you wouldn't be able to do those things to me, hahaha!" The usually aggressive Gan Ze revealed an unusually fearful expression, showing that his mind was already confused: "It's okay, I'll kill you first, then you won't be able to do anything to me!"

The seventh and eighth punches landed heavily, one second apart.

This is the fourth floor, the top floor of this teaching building.

Unless something very unusual happens, students from other floors wouldn't go upstairs. Sometimes even the janitors are too lazy to climb up to patrol, simply making an announcement to tell students to go home quickly. If students from other classes on the same floor didn't happen to pass by that classroom, they wouldn't be able to discover the danger Fang Lin was facing.

Probability?

Fifteen minutes have passed since the school bell rang. For a school that has absolutely nothing to do with academic advancement, the world outside is full of all sorts of attractions, and the chances of other students walking around on this floor are almost zero.

Is it time to despair?

Her nasal cavity was filled with thick, fresh blood, which kept flowing back in, choking Fang Lin so much that she could barely breathe, let alone cry for help. If she did scream, Gan Ze's even more ferocious fists would immediately knock her unconscious.

Through her blurry vision, she saw an unbelievable scene.

Gan Ze took off his pants and also forcibly pulled Fang Lin's underwear out from under her skirt.

"So it was white." Gan Ze tossed the underwear aside, muttering angrily, "If you had shown me your underwear that day, none of this would have happened! You want me dead! I'll make you die!"

?

"What kind of look is that? I said I want you dead!"

What are they saying? ...

Fang Lin burst into tears.

Will what happens next be the same as you imagined?

Gan Ze pressed his face against Fang Lin's face.

That ugly, fat mole stuck to Fang Lin's nose.

His lower body was roughly stretched open and drenched with intense, scorching heat.

pain.

it hurts.