Qi Wenyue said that he felt so.

Lu Qing became more direct and looked at Chen Ziming and frowned: "Let's sit farther, I don't want his blood to touch me."

Xiang Jiangming didn't even look over there, and pulled Zhou Ran and said happily: "Let's make small biscuits!"

Although the plastic molds sent by the woman were simple, there were quite a lot of them. Each person sent two, and there were four molds in each group, most of which were of various small animal patterns and some other styles.

If they were really four-year-old kids, they might be interested in this, but the youngest here is also a high school student, and they have basically finished nine years of compulsory education, especially in such a thrilling death game, if you accidentally explode an individual, you have no intention of making any small biscuits.

However, Xiang Jiangming looked very interested when he grabbed the mold: "Let's pick the mold!"

Zhou Ran: "You choose."

Xiang Jiangming: "Then I'll choose it!"

Xiang Jiangming glanced over his plate and saw that they were all lions and rabbits. He felt that they were not good-looking. He tilted his head and saw Lu Qing holding a rose mold in his hand.

He pointed to the rose in Lu Qing's hand and acted coquettishly: "I want that."

Zhou Ran pointed to the tray: "Pick from us."

Xiang Jiangming shook his hands and his cheeks bulged: "I just want that!"

Zhou Ran felt soft and coaxed him, "...be good, that one is not good-looking."

Xiang Jiangming: "Yes, I know it's not good-looking, but things are only interesting if you steal something from others."

Zhou Ran: "..." You know everything.

Zhou Ran took the dough out of the small bowl, picked up the rolling pin and rolled it out. She lowered her head and made it carefully, and then pressed all four of her molds on it.

As she did it, Xiang Jiangming disappeared.

After a while, Xiang Jiangming hurriedly ran back, holding a small rose mold in his hand. Another boy shouted, "What the hell do you have to steal me!" while chasing him from behind.

Xiang Jiangming ran quickly, raised his little hand and patted it down, pressing a rose pattern on the dough that Zhou Ran had kneaded. He turned around and returned the thing to Lu Qing, and shouted, "Oh, I'll give it to you, stingy."

"Am I stingy?"

"Otherwise, is it that I'm chasing you now?"

"You you you you." Lu Qing turned into a thorny puffer fish in anger.

The woman did not stop this time, and looked at the little boys playing, showing a look of relief.

After everyone finished the cookies, they put them in baking trays and brought them to the kitchen for baking.

Everyone was waiting in the classroom, while Zhou Ran sat in her seat and observed the surroundings. She saw Xu Lang talking to a girl.

The little girl was very thin, long hair, and a malnourished yellow complexion, but her facial features were delicate, and her smile was very delicate. Xu Langgang formed a team to make biscuits with her. The two of them sat behind the small table and said something. Then Xu Lang reached out and scratched the back of his head, and his face was a little red.

Zhou Ran took a look at the girl's level, which was Lv.5.

Like them, she was also a player in the sixth game that took the initiative to challenge, but she seemed to be alone and did not form a team. Xu Lang happened to be the extra one, so she got along with her.

Zhou Ran withdrew her gaze and looked at the other side. She saw Chen Ziming, who was covered in blood and hair at first glance.

More than an hour has passed, and he is still sitting there intact.

At first, everyone thought he would die suddenly. In addition, there was a problem with his character and everyone was far away from him. But now it seemed calm and nothing was going to happen, so everyone relaxed and was less careful about him.

Chen Ziming's expression obviously relaxed a lot. He rubbed some flour and put it on his hands, covering some of the blood stains on his body. He lowered his head and covered it carefully, as if that would make him feel at ease.

In the evening, the small biscuits made by everyone were released.

Zhou Ran thought that such a dry dough would not look good when baked, but unexpectedly, every biscuit was golden and the aroma of milk came to her nose. She looked very appetizing at first glance. Especially the rose that Xiang Jiangming snatched looked particularly delicate, and the petals were as clear as carved.

Xiang Jiangming handed Zhou Ran the little rose, chose a little rabbit himself, and then distributed the remaining three little animals to three roommates.

Xiang Jiangming whispered to his roommates: "Save it, this one has therapeutic effects, and you can eat it if you are injured." After he said that, he stolen the biscuits they made without waiting for his roommates to express their gratitude.

Lu Qing snorted: "Bandit."

Xiang Jiangming: "Who do the bandits scold?"

Lu Qing: "The bandits scold you!"

Qi Wenyue pulled Lu Qing and shook his head speechlessly. He felt that although Lu Qing had a high game rank, he could not get any advantage when he really wanted to fight, so he still grabbed him and told him not to go over and embarrass him...

Zhou Ran put the rose biscuits in her pocket and ate the stolen biscuits with Xiang Jiangming.

Because it was a cookie made with skills for "exchange", Zhou Ran was not guilty. She took a bite and the sweet and crispy taste suddenly spread in her mouth, and Zhou Ran's eyes lit up.

Zhou Ran: "You are right."

Xiang Jiangming: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Ran: "The things are still delicious when you snatched."

Xiang Jiangming smiled and said, "Little bandit."

Zhou Ran raised her eyebrows gently: "Who are the little bandits scolding?"

Xiang Jiangming covered his stomach and giggled: "The little bandit scolds me, you can scold me, you are a little fox."

After the two of them had their daily confrontation, Zhou Ran became much more happy and began to discuss Chen Ziming's affairs.

Zhou Ran: "I have watched him for a long time, and there is really nothing unusual. Maybe the puppet is not the condition to trigger death, only that game will trigger it."

Xiang Jiangming: "It seems like this for the time being. After all, that person lives well and there is no trace of being cold."

Zhou Ran: "It may also be that the triggering conditions are incomplete. After all, the man's purpose is to kill all the children here. It may not be good if he only relies on game triggers. The things written in that newspaper are very strange. If the plot can be unlocked, his thinking will probably be clearer."

Xiang Jiangming said, "It's best to unlock it, but you still have to find a way to escape in advance just in case. Otherwise, let's go outside the kindergarten and see how we should leave here."

Zhou Ran nodded in agreement: "The way you leave looks different every time. The first time was to unlock the key, and the second time was to ride a carriage. I don't know what this time was. Do you take the kindergarten school bus?"

Xiang Jiangming: "Maybe there are, let's go and ask in the evening."

After dinner, the children were allowed to move freely for a while. Zhou Ran and Xiang Jiangming ran out secretly and ran to the gate of the Fifth Railway Kindergarten.

There was a security booth, and an old man with gray hair was wearing a wide security uniform, lying on a bamboo chair to listen to the radio.

"Grandpa." Xiang Jiangming pushed his thigh.

The old man raised his head, rubbed his face, and saw that the child's tone became gentler: "What's wrong with the child?"

Xiang Jiangming asked directly: "When will the school bus come?"

The old man smiled and bent down to touch his head: "Silly kid, how can there be any school bus? Our small broken county town only has three wheels. But if you ask what you do, you won't want to take three wheels to go to that place to play again."

Which place?

Zhou Ran stood behind and was slightly stunned. She thought, "That place" should refer to the place where they entered the copy.

Wheat straw, gravel road, train lanes, street signs, and the words that the woman said when she came to pick them up, "I've been dead here..."

Is it true that the child with low intelligence was really killed by other children in kindergarten?

But Zhou Ran could never imagine how four or five-year-old children could kill another child. Could it be that when the train arrived, they reached out and pushed the child into the train track?

Xiang Jiangming raised his face and smiled, "Don't worry, grandpa, we won't go there."

The old man nodded: "It's good if you don't go. It's too dangerous. Because it's wasteland, there is no guardrail or anyone else to take care of it. I don't know how many people have been killed. Go back quickly, you can't run out any longer. Your teacher should be anxious."

After saying that, the old man stood up and chased Zhou Ran and Xiang Jiangming into the classroom.

At this time, a tricycle passed by the gate of the courtyard. A thin black man pressed the brake and stood on the pedal and poked his head and shouted: "Hey, little ones, are you going to see the train!"

The old security guard immediately frowned, pulled Zhou Ran and Xiang Jiangming to curse at the man: "Boy, I told you not to come and pull the child again!"

The young man grinned: "It's them who like it, and I won't make money from them."

The security guard said angrily: "Let's go, hurry up, don't come here again!"

The young man released the brake and sat back on the seat, but he still shouted to Zhou Ran and Xiang Jiangming: "Isn't you really not coming? The train will come at 7 o'clock in the evening. Don't you want to take the train? Come quickly!"

"Who said I'm going to see the man-eating thing?" The security guard scolded him a few more times, led Xiang Jiangming and Zhou Ran into the building, and told them not to run around with that person.

Before the security guard left, he specifically told them that the train required a ticket to take. If they didn’t have a ticket, it would be useless to run there to see it.

Zhou Ran stood at the door of the classroom, and her eyebrows finally let go: "I know, there is no school bus, I have to take the train to leave here."

Xiang Jiangming: "The train passed by 7 o'clock in the evening, but now it's about 7 o'clock, so it's definitely too late. I hope we can get the ticket before 7 o'clock in the evening tomorrow."

Zhou Ran: "Where do you think the ticket will be?"

Xiang Jiangming: "I don't know, but maybe I'm hiding somewhere on the fourth floor."

The two agreed to go to the fourth floor to look for it tomorrow at noon. Zhou Ran turned around and wanted to push the door back to the classroom. As soon as she reached out her hand, the door handle suddenly trembled, and a harsh scream rang inside the house.

Xiang Jiangming quickly pulled Zhou Ran behind him and stepped forward to open the classroom door.

As soon as the door opened, an indescribable smell came to my nose. Even Zhou Ran, who was standing behind, could feel the pungent smell of blood. The entire classroom was covered with blood, and broken human tissue was hanging on the window frames. For a moment, blood was everywhere on the window, on the bench, and on the tray.

Everyone was huddled in a corner with less blood. The girl who was temporarily partnering with Xu Lang had blood on her face. She screamed a few times and fell to the ground. Xu Lang suppressed the discomfort and reached out to help her up.

Xiang Jiangming did not intend to let Zhou Ran in, but just glanced at them and frowned and said to Zhou Ran, "That person is gone."

There were twelve children in the corner, and Zhou Ran and Xiang Jiangming were only fourteen people left, and there were no Chen Ziming in the fourteen people. In the pool of blood, in addition to the bones and minced meat, there was also a crushed and crooked frame lying. Although it was not the same, it could be seen that it was the one worn by Chen Ziming.

Zhou Ran felt her heart beating again, and two things that seemed to have nothing to do with each other instantly stuck together, and blurted out, "What time is it now?"

Xiang Jiangming looked up at the small clock at the front of the classroom: "Seven o'clock, more than ten seconds passed."

Zhou Ran crossed Xiang Jiangming's arm and stared at the bent frame, her pupils almost shrank into a line: "Can he be crushed to death by a train?"

"Press to death?" This may undoubtedly make people feel numb. Because the sudden crushing method of death is indeed consistent with being crushed to death by a train. It happened to be seven o'clock in the evening, which is simply a coincidence.

But is this really the case? Zhou Ran frowned.
Chapter completed!