Hell App

Both severed hands are extremely clumsy simple strokes.

Five fingers are about the same size and five are the same length, with circles on them representing nails. Even kindergarten children can draw better than this.

Bai Yan made a careful comparison and found that beside the severed hand on the left, a big red cross was drawn on the number '6', which was obviously the wrong answer. But Teacher Zhang didn't correct it next to ‘6’. It is possible to draw a picture and let him do it again.

The lights in the classroom are very bright, which makes Bai Yan feel uncomfortable.

After looking at an excessively bright place for a long time, his eyes are a little flowery, and even a thin layer of mist sticks to the eyeballs, tending to condense into teardrops.

Bai Yan rubbed his eyes, his vision became increasingly blurred.

It seems that he has used a lot of mobile phones recently, and his eyesight has declined again.

Feeling that Teacher Zhang is getting more and more impatient, he simply put his face close to the blackboard, and looked closely at the picture inch by inch.

Under close observation, he really found something.

On the nail of each finger, to the right of the circle representing the nail, there is a small arrow that cannot be smaller.

Because the circle is drawn very irregularly, a part of it protrudes from the finger. If you don't look carefully, you really can't find this arrow.

Seeing this arrow, it became clear to me that this question really asked a few fingers.

Old man Zhang is really sinister.

He glanced at Teacher Zhang, and the corner of the teacher's mouth fell further and further, as if he was dissatisfied with his slow answering.

But looking backwards, you can see that the corners of Teacher Zhang's mouth are clearly at the root of his ears, and he is delighted to be able to kill another person soon.

Now that I know the answer, Bai Yan certainly can't make Teacher Zhang happy.

Even if it's a ghost, he can't see that others are happy because of himself.

So, he used a second to get the result. They found a total of 8 severed hands, each of which had 5 fingers. Multiplying them together, there were 40 fingers.

However, one of them had a broken hand and its little finger was gone, so one had to be lost, so the answer was 39.

The digital texts of the two worlds are completely different, but since the App has not instilled knowledge in this area, it means that everything is the same.

Bai Yan filled in 39 beside the severed hand. Seeing this answer, Teacher Zhang stood gloomily on the side, the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

"Yes, let's go down." Teacher Zhang said harshly, looking vicious.

Bai Yan put down the red pen, blew the chalk foam on her hand, turned around and went down naturally.

Bai Yan answered the question correctly, no matter how reluctant Teacher Zhang was, he could only let him go and click on the next player to answer the question.

"In black clothes, how many feet are there in the classroom?"

The black-shirted man walked slowly onto the podium and wrote a 9 on the blackboard with a calm face.

"Red-haired boy, you come up to answer, how many eyeballs are there in the classroom?"

Tom took the chalk and wrote a 7 with joy. Fortunately, Eastern players also use the same set of numbers. If they are still full of Eastern customs like pinching beans, then he will not live.

All three of them answered the question correctly. Teacher Zhang's mouth was cracked high, and on the surface he looked too satisfied.

But the players all know that this old ghost is going to explode.

None of the three players died. Teacher Zhang was very gloomy, but he still had to conform to the personality, and praised the players dryly.

After finishing the insincere compliment, Mr. Zhang picked up a tattered textbook, turned a page, and said with a smile: "Yesterday’s questions are all reviewed, and now I’m starting to learn a new lesson. The students turn to the fifty Eight pages, today we will learn a new question type."

What, lectures?

Bai Yan was stunned. He turned over a math textbook on the desk without slowing his hands. Turning over fifty-eight pages, there were all ghost symbols on it, and he couldn't understand a word.

The players each occupies a desk, so everyone rummaged in their desk hole, trying to find the math textbook.

Soon, most of the players, including Liu Xiyu, opened their textbooks and pretended to'learn'.

Seeing that a player could not find the textbook for a long time, Teacher Zhang pulled his face, and another piece of chalk was passed through the player's cheek on his backhand.

Hiss-it hurts so much.

The player covered his face and dared not say anything. The other players felt pain for him when they saw it, but they all just glanced at them, then withdrew their gazes and focused on the textbook to ‘learn’.

While'studying', Bai Yan glanced at Liu Xiyu. Liu Xiyu looked at the textbook with a confused face, her face wrinkled, as if thinking hard about the above topic.

Seeing this scene, Bai Yan somewhat doubted that this girl might be a scumbag in mathematics in reality, otherwise she wouldn't be so afraid of math teachers, and she would still take math classes in her dreams.

In teacher Zhang's spitting lecture, Liu Xiyu was drowsy, and showed an anxiety of not understanding the lesson.

However, now Bai Yan didn’t care about Liu Xiyu anymore, because as Teacher Zhang gave a lecture, a lot of blood sprayed out of his mouth. Soon, a sea of ​​blood spewed from his mouth and swept the whole thing in an instant. classroom!

"I'm going, what happened? This old ghost lectured and talked about water?"

"It's over as soon as the difficulty triggers the dead end. Fuck, it's not the grandson with a brain that triggered the dead end, right?"

The blood enveloped the classroom, rising along the trouser legs of the crowd, and quickly reached the knees.

This **** water is very strange, not only rising extremely fast, but also sticky.

Once touched by it, everyone was fixed on the ground and could not move.

Seeing that they could not escape, the players were anxious. However, Teacher Zhang is still ‘lecturing’ to the textbook, and the more he talks, the more blood he spews.

The players began to whisper, discussing whether to protest together, and asked Teacher Zhang to stop talking.

"Let's make trouble together, let him stop talking, otherwise everyone will be drowned!" The middle-aged woman said anxiously: "The law does not blame the public, he can't kill so many people together, right?"

"The law doesn't blame the public for your bad ideas, but you can kill the chickens. Who is the chicken, are you?" The black-shirted man disdainfully said: "If you are the first to speak, I will support you!"

The middle-aged woman was speechless, but she was still unwilling to say: "But we can't do nothing, can we? Why wait for death?"

"We don't necessarily die." Ye Shangyu said suddenly: "Look at Liu Xiyu."

Everyone turned their heads to look at Liu Xiyu. The girl fell asleep on the table at some point, and seemed to have given up listening to mathematics that she would never learn.

Because of the previous experience, everyone thought that Liu Xiyu was the relative daughter of the App and had privileges in the game, but now, the blood that grew in the classroom did not avoid her, and still submerged half of her body.

Because of Liu Xiyu lying on the table, the blood will soon engulf her.

"Let's stop calling Teacher Zhang, let's wake up Liu Xiyu first, we have to die if she is dead!"

Teacher Zhang is still devoted to the lecture, deaf to the tweets of the students below.

It may be that he thinks this group of players are dead, so he doesn't care, but the players don't dare to bet on this, the voice is still very low.

During the discussion, someone screamed in a low voice. They whispered Liu Xiyu's name, but Liu Xiyu slept very well and had no intention of waking up.

Upon seeing this, the voices of the players gradually increased, but they still did not dare to speak loudly.

Seeing Liu Xiyu sleeping like a dead body, the black-shirted man grabbed a book and slammed it behind her.

The book slammed Liu Xiyu's back and fell to the ground. Liu Xiyu was still sleeping soundly.

Seeing that the man in the black shirt wanted to smash it again, he said in vain: "Liu Xiyu said that she didn't feel any pain in her dreams, and she probably didn't have any sense of touch.

"What do we do then? We really want to wake up the old ghost?" The black-shirted man originally did not approve of the strike, but now, he is also anxious: "No, just do it like this, I can't wait for death!"

"That's too late!"

Ye Shangyu shook her head, she pointed to the ceiling.

Just as the players were arguing, the ceiling began to rain like a sprinkler.

When the players noticed, the blood column was already very thick, and countless blood water spewed down from the ceiling, which soon flooded Liu Xiyu.

The player closest to Liu Xiyu couldn't pull her up. This was really nothing.

"...Oh my God, she, is she that?" Tom's face turned pale: "Are we going to die too?"

Ye Shangyu opened the app and shook his head and said: "She is not dead yet, and our mission has not failed. Maybe this is just a game plot, and it won't die if it is submerged in blood."

As soon as these words came out, the players settled, but they didn't panic so much.

There have been such posts on the forum, but they are all playing difficult difficulty for the first time, and I didn't expect that for a while.

Seeing that Liu Xiyu had been soaked in blood for a long time and the game had not failed, they were even more convinced of this speculation.

As a result, the players were no longer anxious, letting the blood flow over their heads.

Soon, the blood touched the ceiling.

Bai Yan closed his eyes, feeling something floating in the blood, which would touch his face from time to time.

In the **** water, everyone could not open their eyes or breathe.

When everyone was almost unable to hold on, the chattering teacher Zhang finally shut up. As a result, the blood that had spread to the ceiling quickly fell back, and everyone opened their eyes and was surprised to find that they were very clean, with no trace of blood stains at all.

"This is a dream..."

Bai Yan sighed with emotion and turned to look down at the ground.

The ground is clean and blood-stained. Because of the blood washing, the props originally placed on the table were scattered all over the place.

He counted quickly, his expression gradually becoming weird.

If he counts correctly, there seems to be more learning tools on the ground?

Without him reminding, other people also found something wrong.

The crowd scolded secretly, and took advantage of the effort of Teacher Zhang to memorize the blackboard writing after the lecture, and immediately scattered them, and found the extra ‘learning tools’.

Ye Shangyu sighed, then ventured to go around the podium again and found a few ‘learning tools’.

She carefully followed the learning tools, put them on the table with the gains of others, and sorted them.

After they had counted the number of new learning tools, Teacher Zhang turned around again and said with a sullen face: "Do you understand what I said just now? ... No one is speaking, so you understand.

it is good! I asked people to get up to answer the question, and if I could not answer, I went out and stood! "

Teacher Zhang finished speaking harshly and scanned the classroom, and soon found Liu Xiyu who was still sleeping.

He smiled darkly and his voice was like thunder: "Liu Xiyu, get up and answer my question! How many people died in this classroom?"