I created a foundation

The music classroom fell into suffocating silence again.

There was only Yuigahama Yui's mosquito-like sobbing.

And Yumiko Miura's breathing became increasingly rapid.

The black muzzle of the gun silently proclaimed the only rule.

Chapter 116: The Powerless "Hero"! The Collapse of Defense

Yukino listened quietly to the tearful narration of Miura Yumiko and Yuigahama Yui, and the outline of the abandoned haunted house gradually became clear in her mind.

She knew that was the source of all the strange events.

But these alone were not enough for her to completely trust the two frightened girls.

Fear can cause people to lie and forget key details.

She needed more absolute control.

There was no warmth in Yukino's eyes, and her ice-blue cat pupils were once again locked on Miura Yumiko, who was slumped on the ground, almost curled up into a ball.

The Glock 17 pistol that had been put away before was back in her hand at some point.

The black muzzle of the gun emitted a frightening cold metallic light in the dim classroom light.

It was not pointed at Miura, but was casually held in Yukino's hand, with the muzzle slanted downwards, but the invisible threat was heavier than if it was pointed directly at her.

"Are you sure you didn't miss any details, Miura-san?"

Yukino's voice was very soft, but it was like a sharp ice pick, piercing Miura Yumiko's already fragile nerves.

The touch of cold metal seemed to touch her skin again, and Yukino's eyes, without a trace of human emotion, stared at her like an abyss.

The last bit of psychological defense that Yumiko Miura had left completely collapsed at this moment.

An incomprehensible whimper came from her throat, her body trembled violently, and then she collapsed completely to the ground with a "thump" like a puddle of mud.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but could only let out intermittent sobs. Her face was covered with tears and snot, and she no longer had the usual aloof air of a queen.

Terror, pure, primal terror, gripped her every nerve.

Yuigahama Yui was trembling all over as she watched, biting her lips tightly, not daring to make a sound, for fear that she would be the next target.

In this depressing and almost suffocating atmosphere, there was a loud "bang" and the already shaky wooden door of the classroom was violently knocked open from the outside.

A figure rushed in with anxiety and anger.

"Yukinoshita-san! What are you doing? Stop it!"

The person who came was none other than Hayato Hayama, a prominent figure in Sobu High School, who always had a gentle smile on his face and was deeply trusted by both male and female classmates.

He had obviously run all the way here, with beads of sweat on his forehead, his chest heaving slightly, and shock and confusion written all over his handsome face.

Because he was worried about Miura and Yuigahama's situation, he ignored Yukino's previous warning and followed them quietly, but he didn't expect to see such a scene.

Yukinoshita Yukino, who is usually aloof but still well-behaved, is actually holding a pistol in her hand at this moment.

Yumiko Miura, who was regarded as the queen of the campus, collapsed to the ground in a miserable state, as if all her bones had been pulled out.

Yuigahama Yui huddled in the corner like a frightened little rabbit.

Hayato Hayama's sense of justice and responsibility as a group leader made him instantly put his personal safety behind him.

When he saw the weapon in Yukino's hand, which was obviously a real weapon, his first thought was to stop her and protect his classmates.

"Hayama-san, you have nothing to do here."

Yukino didn't even turn around to look at him, but just glanced at the movement at the door out of the corner of her eye.

Her voice remained calm, as if Hayato Hayama's intrusion was just a breeze blowing across the water.

Her wrist holding the gun moved slightly, and the black muzzle, like a living poisonous snake, turned casually but with incredible precision towards Hayato Hayama at the door.

"Put down the gun, Yukinoshita-san! If you have anything to say, say it nicely and don't do anything stupid!"

Hayato Hayama frowned, and there was a hint of unquestionable command in his tone. This was his usual leadership posture, used to resolve disputes.

He took a step forward, trying to get closer to Yukino and suppress her with his aura.

However, just when his left foot had just landed and his right foot had not yet lifted up.

An invisible pressure, yet as heavy as a mountain, suddenly swept over from Yukino's direction and hit him hard!

Hayato Hayama felt his eyes go dark and his breathing suddenly stopped.

The pressure was so terrifying and overbearing that he had no room to resist.

He felt as if he had been poured with tons of cement in an instant, and became extremely stiff from head to toe.

The right foot that wanted to take a step forward was nailed to the spot by an invisible chain, unable to move at all.

He tried to speak, but found that his throat seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

Every cell in the body was screaming danger, and every pore was contracting frantically.

Cold sweat, like a flood bursting through a dam, instantly gushed out from his forehead, back, and palms, soaking his shirt in the blink of an eye.

What's this?

Hayato Hayama's eyes widened, his pupils contracting violently due to extreme shock and fear.

He looked at Yukinoshita Yukino's still calm profile in horror.

What did she do?

She didn't even move!

She just... stood there!

Where did this terrifying pressure that almost crushed him come from?

His social skills, which he was so proud of, seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

His sunny leadership qualities that were enough to convince countless classmates were as fragile as a piece of thin paper in the face of this incomprehensible absolute power.

The enormous influence he had built up among his peers became ridiculous at this moment.

For the first time in the past seventeen years of his life, Hayato Hayama felt so clearly his own insignificance and incompetence.

The worldview he believed in, that all problems could be solved through communication and wisdom, was collapsing and shattering bit by bit in the face of this brutal and unreasonable force.

He couldn't even understand why this kind of "overpowering aura" that only existed in comics or movies actually happened to him.

Yukinoshita Yukino...who is she?

Fear rose from the soles of his feet like cold vines and instantly wrapped around his heart.

The air in the classroom seemed to solidify into substance.

Miura Yumiko and Yuigahama Yui were so frightened by this sudden change that they even forgot to cry. They just stared blankly at the mountain man at the door who looked like he was petrified.

Ye Shanjun, who was omnipotent in their eyes, couldn't even move at this moment.

The despair deepened again.

Yukino hummed softly, and the invisible pressure exerted on Hayato Hayama receded like the tide.

Hayato Hayama's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. He quickly held onto the door frame with his hands, gasping for breath, his heart beating wildly in his chest, as if it was about to break through the constraints of his ribs.

It was just a moment of confrontation, but he felt like he had experienced a life-and-death struggle. His whole body was drenched in sweat and he felt exhausted and powerless.

When he looked at Yukino again, his eyes had completely changed.

There is no longer the previous questioning and condescending attitude, but instead there is deep dread and unconcealable fear.

Yukino ended the communication with headquarters.

The encrypted communicator turned into a faint light in her hand and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

In the classroom, the deathly silence was stretched infinitely.

The scene where Hayato Hayama was easily subdued was like the deepest brand, burned on the retinas of Yumiko Miura and Yuigahama Yui.

Although the cold muzzle of the gun had been lowered at this moment, the chill it brought was still like a maggot in the bone, gnawing at their last psychological defense line.

Yumiko Miura's body was shaking more and more violently.

Her golden curls, which she was so proud of, were messily stuck to her sweaty forehead, and her delicate makeup had long been washed away by tears.

She tried to maintain her usual pride and the dignity that belonged to the queen of the campus.

But when her eyes inadvertently swept across Yeshan, who was like a puddle of mud in the corner, and then met Yukino's ice-blue cat eyes that did not contain a trace of human emotion, all her disguises collapsed in an instant.

"I said……"

Her voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows.

"Please...I'll tell you...I'll tell you everything..."

These words seemed to drain all her strength and completely shatter her last bit of dignity.

Yumiko Miura collapsed on the ground, covered her face with her hands, and burst into tears.

The cry was full of despair, full of fear of the unknown, and also full of relief at having survived a disaster.

There is no longer any queen's posture, only the most primitive wailing of the weak.

Yuigahama Yui next to her had already burst into tears.

She hugged her knees tightly, buried her head deep in her arms, and her thin shoulders shook violently.

Hot tears soaked her sleeves and blurred her vision.

She didn't even dare to look up at Yukino, as if if she looked any longer, she would be completely swallowed up by that cold gaze.

"Woo...Woo..."

Suppressed sobs squeezed out from the depths of her throat, each syllable trembling with a heartbreaking force.

Hayato Hayama leaned against the cold wall with empty eyes.

He looked at the completely out-of-control scene in front of him, and looked at the girl Yukinoshita Yukino who was once familiar and yet unfamiliar to him, and felt that his whole world was falling apart.

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