Global thriller: My organs have a mind of their own

The games played by the students in the classroom are somewhat similar to drumming and passing flowers.

It's just that their drums are desks in the classroom, and the flowers they pass are a pair of sharp scissors stained with blood.

Each drum stops.

Whoever the scissors fall into, the student will use the scissors to cut something off his body.

Fingers, ears, nose, lips.

Blood splattered, and pieces of flesh fell from their bodies.

The students who had their pieces cut off were screaming.

The students who were not cut were laughing in schadenfreude, full of cruelty.

Lin Soul, who was lying in front of the window, looked at this cruel game, and there was no change in his expression.

He's watching.

Observe the rules of this game.

He found that there was something unfair about this brutal drumming and flower passing.

A full classroom of students has been targeting several students.

A schoolgirl in a sailor suit.

A male classmate with a wooden expression.

A male student who pretends to be fierce.

There is also a schoolgirl with a mature body.

Every time the flowers were passed to them, most of the students in the classroom would stop tapping on the table.

So much so that while these people are still knocking on the table.

But there is no longer the role of passing flowers.

Therefore, these people suffered the most injuries.

At the same time, the resentment of these people is also the highest.

However, for some reason, although they have the resentment to crush other students, they are unable to retaliate against these students who are full of malice.

"Is it some kind of rule?"

The negative emotions that were full of resentment had been embodied in the four targeted students, except for the black fog that resembled substance.

But that's it, none of them did their hands.

Lin Soul thought about it with his toes, and knew that there was something greasy in it.

It's just that he, who didn't participate in this game, didn't know what the specific rules were here.

Bang bang bang!

The gleeful banging on the table continued, and the scissors that had cut a piece of flesh became even more bloody.

A student sitting by the window had just taken the scissors from the front desk and was about to pass them to the next classmate.

Suddenly, I found that there was a masked head floating in the window, staring at it.

"Ahh

The sudden change made the student's body agitated, and the scissors in his frightened hands fell off.

Its action caused the entire classroom to fall into an eerie silence.

All the students turned their heads and stared at the student at this time.

"yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. "

The already pale face was even whiter because of your fear, and the student who had dropped the scissors raised his hand in horror and pointed out the window.

"Yes, there are teachers peeking around, and that's why I let the scissors get out of my hands. "

"What nonsense are you talking about, what kind of teacher is there outside the window. "

One of the students sitting in the front row pushed his eyes, his face cold and cold.

"If you drop the scissors, you will be punished, and you will be the fifth person. "

"Don't ...... Don't!"

Listening to the student's words, the student who dropped the scissors collapsed.

He cried and resisted, but his body bent down in disobedience, picked up the fallen scissors, stretched out the little finger of his left hand, and cut it down with a pair of scissors.

"Woooooo

I don't know if there is a problem with the scissors, but the treacherous student who had his finger cut off let out a terrible scream and began to cry.

But the game didn't stop because of his crying, the sound of banging on the table sounded again, and the round of drumming and passing flowers was still going on.

With a bang, the blood-stained scissors slammed into the mature student's hand.

"Ahh

However, at this moment, the boy who had just taken the scissors and was about to pass them to the plump student suddenly let out an exclamation, and the scissors in his hand were thrown out by him and inserted into the window frame of the classroom.

His action plunged the classroom into a dead silence.

"Cong Shaoyi, what do you want to do!"

A voice filled with intense anger came as an extraordinarily strong student stood up, angrily looking at the student who threw the scissors out, and a terrifying blue and black veins bulged into his pale face.

"Out of the window, out of the window...... There are teachers!"

The student named Cong Shaoyi trembled and pointed out the window.

But outside the window, it was pitch black and empty, and there was not the slightest sign of people.

"You're the sixth!"

Glancing out of the empty window, the sturdy student glanced at Cong Shaoyi coldly and snorted coldly.

"No! I don't!"

Listening to the words of the sturdy student, Cong Shaoyi collapsed, he stood up, left his seat and turned around to leave the classroom.

But just as he was less than a meter away, his body suddenly burst and turned into a puddle of exploding plasma.

Stained the classroom red.

"Idiot!"

Looking at the dead Cong Shaoyi, the sturdy student took a sip of saliva and said coldly.

"Go on!"

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of percussion sounded again, but this time I don't know if it was because of the two strange changes, and all the students were panicked.

They unconsciously look at the window as they pass the scissors.

Breathe a sigh of relief when you stop the drumming.

But they did not forget.

Every time I stopped, I stopped the scissors in the hands of the five people.

"So...... Is it some kind of rule that makes them target the students who make the scissors fall to the ground?"

Outside the window, Lin Soul, who was hidden by the ghost, looked at the fifth person who had lost two fingers with a crying face, and Cong Shaoyi's blood stains.

Nodding silently, the blockade of the ghost snake was completely canceled.

With this movement, his breath was transmitted directly into the classroom.

"Ahh

At this time, the scissors passed happened to fall into the hands of a female student.

It suddenly felt the breath of Lin Soul, and the unsteady hand made the blood-stained scissors fall to the ground.

"There are teachers!"

This time, none of the students doubted its words, because the masked forest soul no longer covered himself with a ghost.

He looked through the black hole hole of the twin mask, looked at the students in the classroom whose expressions had become resentful and distorted, and said indifferently.

"Who told you to play games in the classroom? Now I'm going to confiscate your game tools...... Also, no one has to write me a review of more than 1,000 words, and I'll take it later. "