Thriller Game: Crazy Beauty Abducts Evil God Online

"certainly."

The homeroom teacher looked at Nanxi with a forced smile: "Since you say this is your phone, then I have no choice but to deduct all your little red flowers."

He picked up the form directly and removed the last little red flower after the name Nanxi.

After confirming that everything was in order, the homeroom teacher relaxed considerably: "Nanxi, you'll regret what you just did. Until then, go wait for me in the small dark room."

Before leaving, the homeroom teacher gave Yang Tian one last, deep look.

Yang Tian was stunned: "I... I'm sorry, Nanxi. Actually, I borrowed your phone, which is why this happened. I'll go talk to the homeroom teacher right now!"

She turned to go find the homeroom teacher, but Nanxi grabbed her wrist.

Nanxi said, "These are my things, and I agreed to lend them to you."

Besides, her little red flower has already been on the homeroom teacher's radar. Even if she runs away now, what if there's another test in class today? She'll be doomed again.

She was just about to go and see what was inside the small dark room.

Nanxi patted Yang Tian on the shoulder and left her with her last words.

"Today, you need to be alert and listen carefully."

Yang Tian's eyes reddened as she watched Nanxi's figure gradually disappear.

Listen carefully?

What do you want to hear?

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[Actually, I was already quite shocked. I didn't expect my deskmate to be so kind!]

[Yang Tian, ​​I saw her before, her name is Yang Tian!]

Having the guts to stand up for yourself in front of the homeroom teacher is impressive; that's the ultimate threat – facing the possibility of being put in the dark!

Is this really an NPC?

Thankfully, everything is proceeding according to Sister Nan's plan, and we've finally entered the "little black room" instance.

Looking forward to it!

"Kaki."

Nanxi pushed open the door to the small dark room, but as soon as she stepped inside, the door behind her closed automatically and she couldn't open it from the inside no matter what she did.

The windows and doors had been sealed off, leaving the room completely dark.

Once she was sure no one was inside, Qiuqiu jumped out of her pocket and turned on the light switch on the wall.

Only when the light appears can the scene inside the small dark room be truly seen.

Rather than calling it a dark room, it's more accurate to call it a torture chamber.

There was a whole wall of shelves displaying all sorts of weapons: whips, baseball bats with nails, axes...

Despite the terrifying scene, the wall was strangely covered with photos of all sorts of new flowers and plants, each about the size of a palm, almost completely filling the wall.

I know the small dark room isn't a good place; it's probably where the homeroom teacher disciplines students. But I really didn't expect it to turn into a torture chamber. Isn't that a bit too outrageous?

What's alarming is that these items appear to have been used; the baseball bat with nails had bloodstains on it, suggesting it was recently used.

[Wow, that's terrifying. How horrifying it would be if schools like that existed in real life!]

Does it really not exist in reality?

Wait, why is there a rest area set up next to the torture chamber? Not only is there a bed, but there's even a TV next to it!

[This is outrageous!]

Nanxi had already arrived next to the television and was looking at the strange machine next to the bed.

Qiuqiu jumped up, shouting, "What is that?!"

It pointed to a CD on the table.

"This one?"

Nanxi was incredibly outgoing. She picked up the disc, watched it twice, then turned on the TV, put the disc in, and sat down on the sofa next to her.

Anyone who didn't know better would think she was on vacation.

Qiuqiu: "..."

It hesitated for only a second before jumping onto the soft sofa!

This is practically no different from watching TV in that magical system space!

The TV turned on quickly, and Qiuqiu immediately realized that this was different from the system space: "Looking at the images playing on this TV, it seems to look like where we are right now?"

It looked around.

The images appearing on the television were nothing short of a dark room or torture chamber.

The person appearing on screen at this moment is Zhao Dong, who is crying with tears and snot streaming down his face, and he is tied up.

"So the homeroom teacher not only punished them, but also took photos?" Nanxi asked in surprise.

The television program continued playing.

The following scene was just like the sound Nanxi had been eavesdropping on outside on the first day, except this time there was not only sound, but also visuals.

In the video, the homeroom teacher, wearing a vest and smoking a cigarette, swings a baseball bat with nails a few times, watching with satisfaction as Zhao Dong falls silent amidst screams.

"Click."

After the contents of the disc finished playing, the TV went black.

"Hey, this isn't some boring stuff I want to see!" Qiuqiu jumped up in dissatisfaction.

As the Supreme Eye, he has seen countless filthy things. Compared to this, a bizarre and melodramatic romance drama is more likely to attract his Supreme Eye's attention!

It was like a ball, bouncing around the room in dissatisfaction, and bumped into a painting of flowers and plants hanging on the wall.

"Smack."

The painting cracked after it fell to the ground, revealing a CD inside.

The protagonist in this video is a teenager addicted to the internet, crying out that he did nothing wrong, but ultimately lost his life.

[The fist hardened.]

So, each of these densely packed photo frames represents a life they killed?

[To treat students like this, and then deliberately use flowers as a container for CDs... This is outrageous, absolutely outrageous!]

[It's a pity that many people, on their deathbeds, hate their parents the most, and only then their homeroom teacher.]

I'm so angry! I'm so angry!

[Where's that damn homeroom teacher? Where the hell are you? Come here and face your doom!]

[Is this what a three-star dungeon is like? There aren't many monsters or many rules, but I'm already getting chills; I feel like my mind is being polluted.]

What's even more frightening is that there are so many students inside the school, and parents are constantly bringing their children in from outside...

Nanxi felt a chill in her eyes and turned to look again at the densely packed flower photos on the wall.

The door was then opened.

The homeroom teacher walked in, unsurprisingly seeing Nanxi standing in front of the television: "Are you satisfied with what you're seeing?"

He took off his shirt and went to the shelf to choose a suitable weapon, eventually selecting the nail-studded baseball bat used to execute Zhao Dong.

He finally raised his head, his eyes filled with madness.

"Next, you too will become one of these collectibles!"