[A few days ago]
Former site of Tianqing College.
White snow has covered the whole campus. Except for a few clock towers and spires of high-rise buildings, this top aristocratic school covering an area of 2,000 mu has completely disappeared from the ground level.
It is hard to believe that there are still people alive in this bustling campus covered with snow and ice.
This depends on the firmness of the school building of Tianqing College and the huge amount of money invested in its construction.
After all, the children who go to school in this place are the children of officials and tycoons.
The quality of the schools they build for their children is more than a hundred times better than that of public schools.
At this time, a group of students took refuge in a gymnasium in the school.
Under the snow, the air is thin, and the terrorist incidents in recent days have exhausted everyone.
Everyone gathered in groups of three or five, and their faces were haggard and fearful.
The teacher who just took care of them went to the warehouse to find food, leaving them to rest here.
In the corner of the stadium, a girl with long hair is sitting in a wheelchair, looking down at the floor of the basketball court.
Her skin was morbidly white, even paler than the snow outside.
The slender body seems to be blown down by a gust of wind, and it is delicate.
But under the long black hair, there is a beautiful face.
Exquisite and small, less than palm-sized, the appearance is six points similar to Yang Siya, but it is completely two styles with Yang Siya.
Yang Siya's face is always stubborn and self-reliant.
And her face that kind of weak and delicate pitiful, absolutely can let every man's heart protection desire burst!
In a word, it is-absolutely poor girl, as beautiful as a flower that will wither at any time.
She is Yang Siya's cousin Yang Xinxin.
But at this time, this talented hacker girl seems a little lonely.
She has only one good friend for many years around her.
While other students are far away from them and don't want to get involved.
Even looking at Yang Xinxin's eyes took a look of disgust.
It's not because Yang Xinxin did something wrong.
Just because her legs are disabled, and she is still alive.
Nowadays, everyone is in danger, and no one knows when the dark terrorist creatures will appear.
Having a cripple around is equivalent to having an extra burden.
It happened that their teacher is a person who attaches great importance to teachers' morality. Every time she is in danger, she must be taken with her.
At first, everyone had no complaints about Yang Xinxin, but would care for her and take care of her.
However, as more and more people die, they have changed from more than 100 people at first to more than 40 people today, and everyone's mentality has undergone distorted changes.
Yang Xinxin, who can only sit in a wheelchair, is regarded as a burden even if he does nothing.
Some people even put the death of their friends on Yang Xinxin's head.
"When everyone else is dead, why can you still live when you are disabled?"
"Is it because of your existence that everyone is killed?"
In the desperate situation of human death, either generate shows extremely rare kindness, or generate shows evil hidden in the heart.
The latter is easier, because disgust is always easier to learn than forgiveness.
And this evil makes their hearts distorted.
In the depression of death, people always need to find some ways to release their negative emotions.
If you can get pleasure by bullying the weak, they are happy to squander this evil when their life and death are unknown.
While the strong are angry and draw knives against the stronger, while the weak are angry and draw knives against the weaker.
Breathing thin oxygen, the students in the gymnasium have no extra strength to move.
Everyone leaned against the wall, or sat on the gymnastics mat, and began to talk.
A young girl spoke slowly: "You say... can we still live?"
Several girls around smell words, and their tired faces show fear and helplessness.
Another girl hugged her knee tightly and trembled and said, "We can definitely live! Definitely."
"But too many people have died!"
"Li Huimin, Yuan Sisi, Zhao Huan, Tong Siya..."
When the names are read out one by one, everyone feels cold in their hearts.
Those are their former classmates, and they watched them die in front of them.
Just then, a girl with a wavy roll caught a glimpse of Yang Xinxin in a wheelchair.
For no reason, a deep sense of disgust rose from her heart.
"So many people are dead, why is this disabled person still alive?"
This topic is difficult to end from the beginning.
They seemed to find an outlet, and Qi Qi looked at Yang Xinxin with angry eyes.
"Every time you run away, you have to take her with you. It's really troublesome! Teacher Liang is really real, just let her feed the monster!"
"Yes, she or what's the point? She may die of illness one day."
"I think she is a jinx, she does not die, but she has been dragging us down!"
The girls' expressions gradually became distorted, with abnormal pleasure in the distortion.
The criticism of Yang Xinxin gave them pleasure in this despair.
Just throw all the responsibilities on Yang Xinxin!
As if Yang Xinxin died, they could all survive.
Or perhaps, they are simply releasing their malice and fear.
Once someone starts this topic, people around them will be affected.
"I think she is also a burden! If she dies, won't everyone have to work so hard?"
"If she dies, the monster will not let us go! But... if there is a next time, shall we throw her down to lure the monster?"
"In that case, at least her sacrifice is meaningful!"
"Anyway, it's like this. What is she still struggling with? Even if you live, you are a cripple!"
...
The girls are talking more and more unscrupulously.
Their voices grew louder, and finally the expressions on their faces became distorted and crazy.
On the boys' side, some people are talking about the necessity of protecting Yang Xinxin.
"We have protected her for a long time, and we are doing our best?"
A flat-headed boy frowned. "Don't take her next time!"
At that time, a boy with his back against the wall and delicate hairstyle said helplessly, "What's the use of what we say? Teacher Liang is reluctant to leave a person behind every time. What about the result? Oh, aren't people dying more and more?"
He is the monitor of this class and his name is Wu Chengyu.
At this time, among those who started talking about Yang Xinxin, suddenly a girl with a ponytail stood up.
With a strange smile on her face, she walked to Yang Xinxin step by step with her hands behind her back.
Yang Xinxin looked up and was afraid to look at her.
"Zhang... Zhang Mengning..."
Zhang Mengning walked up to Yang Xinxin and looked down on her from a commanding position.
Her eyes slowly became vicious, then bowed down and said to Yang Xinxin: "Yang Xinxin, please hurry to die?"
"You are a complete burden like this, so disgusting!"