Chapter 141 Hello, Old Calendarist.

Jingquan College.

There was a sudden movement in the quiet dormitory.

Outside the college, Jian Yiyi and others could see that the lights were gradually increasing.

"It seems that Xiaoze succeeded."

Jian Yiyi said this, but his expression was very worried.

He didn't know how to take off the black mask. The page he saw in the Golden Calendar manuscript did not record the details.

However, even if Qin Ze solved all this safely, this incident was also very big, so big that many senior executives of the board of directors might be dispatched.

After all, it was not easy to calm down the incident after thousands of souls were hijacked in nearly a month.

"I think it's best to report this to the board of directors." Alice, who was still a few hours away from transforming again, said.

"Let's take it one step at a time." Jian Yiyi agreed to report the matter to the board of directors.

But even he didn't know how the board of directors would calm down this time.

Use extremely high-level memory seals? Seal the memories of thousands of people one by one?

In this process, do all the students have to be locked up?

I'm afraid that at this moment, someone has already started to prepare to report the true experience of this month?

But compared to these upcoming major events, Jian Yiyi is more worried about Qin Ze's safety.

"I'll go in and take a look." Gu Anxun said.

Lan Yu didn't expect that the first person who wanted to enter this weird college again was Gu Anxun.

"Let's all go in and take a look."

The college gradually became lively, and the gloomy atmosphere was fading away crazily. Even if it was the second half of the night, it still made the originally ghost-silent school have the smell of fireworks.

And the smell of fireworks also made the Jingquan College no longer have those weird scenes not long ago.

The cafeteria, playground, library, laboratory building, dormitory area...

All returned to normal.

After everyone entered the campus, they felt that there was little "old calendar" left in this area.

Soon, they also found Qin Ze's location.

The barrier collapsed, and the scene hidden in the campus appeared.

In the center of the college, there is an artificial lake.

Beside the artificial lake, Qin Ze slumped under a rotten black tree.

A strange black aura entangled him.

When everyone arrived, the black aura was so thick that Qin Ze's face could not be seen clearly.

But Qin Ze's life breath was very stable.

"What's wrong with him?" Gu Anxun asked.

"What's wrong with this tree?" Alice frowned.

As one of the two strongest people here, Alice's current form has an extremely sharp sense of smell.

She smelled the breath of the old calendar creature.

Alice took a step and came to Qin Ze in an instant. The speed made everyone dumbfounded.

She carefully examined Qin Ze and found that the strange black mist actually penetrated from Qin Ze's body.

But Qin Ze did not have any wounds on his body.

Qin Ze felt an extra force pouring into his body. He opened his eyes with a little surprise and saw that it was his companions who came. He wanted to push Alice away at the first time.

But he really had no strength.

Later, Qin Ze found that the black aura did not pass through him and transferred to Alice, which made Qin Ze feel a little relieved.

There was a black ring on the little finger of his left hand.

Although the black mask is called a mask, its shape is not limited to a mask.

It could be a hat, a scarf, a ring, a cane, etc.

Jian Yiyi saw the ring on Qin Ze's little finger at the first time.

He looked into Qin Ze's eyes without any evil thoughts, and vaguely guessed a possibility.

"Xiao Ze, thank you for your hard work."

"Team leader, fortunately, these students...will wake up one after another. The tree behind me is the principal of the college."

Although Qin Ze's voice was weak, the surroundings were too quiet, which made his voice heard clearly by everyone.

Everyone looked at the tree and couldn't understand how a person could become like this.

This looked different from the old calendar form they understood.

Qin Ze also said:

"This is not the old calendar form... This is another kind of power."

Qin Ze's breathing became slightly rapid. For him at this moment, he really had no power at all.

Jian Yiyi and Alice were close to each other and noticed that blood was constantly flowing out of Qin Ze's mouth.

Not long ago, Qin Ze, who gritted his teeth and refused to speak, withstood the temptation of the black mask with his strong willpower.

This is certainly not something that can be done simply by willpower.

As an old calendar person of the alien level, Qin Ze's own mental ability has also improved significantly.

Secondly, in the last battle of the competitive country, he received the gift of the undead Qin Han, and his soul was strengthened.

In addition, when Lu Buwei returned to nothingness, he also took on part of the "bewitching" for Qin Ze.

And the last and most important point.

The desire for a certain desire also led to strong emotions.

And when the emotions piled up to a certain extent, Qin Ze's "disease" broke out, and his emotions were instantly emptied.

At this time, the whole person will calm down.

Although it will be filled with new desires in a short time, Qin Ze will always have a few seconds of sobriety in the repeated process.

This is Qin Ze's greatest means to fight against the black mask.

With his own will and the blessing of various external forces, Qin Ze resisted the first wave of temptation of the black mask.

At the end, when Qin Ze felt that his teeth were about to be crushed and his gums were broken, he heard a sigh.

"People are always willing to ignore the cost and make a wish. But you resisted the wish because you were afraid of the cost."

"But one day, you will make a wish no matter the cost. I wish you good luck, Old Calendar, and I'm waiting for you to open the magic box."

This seems to be the words of the black mask.

After the words ended, although the endless black energy did not dissipate, the countless black blood vessels extending from the giant black tree disappeared.

Instead, there was a ring on Qin Ze's left little finger.

A normal Zhihei mask, once put on, the body and the mask will become one.

For example, when Principal Bao Tongzheng put on the black mask, the black blood vessels in the mask kept emerging and pierced into his body.

Half of his face is his own, and the other half is half a black mask.

In the middle, countless fine black blood vessels are spread all over, from the forehead to the bridge of the nose to the chin, like a black dividing line.

But Qin Ze is not like this, he has tamed the ring.

However, this process is extremely difficult.

"Okay, we know. Alice and I will... um, suppress the principal and take him back to the prison."

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Hu Dongfeng...find him...find his partner, Yui..."

Qin Ze fell asleep.

Fighting against the black mask is not an easy task.

If there is a tilt in numbers between black calendarers and white calendarers, it means that the power of the fallen gods has been greatly strengthened.

There will be more and more ways to distort Baili people, or to confuse Baili people.

In a sense, this is another kind of nonsense.

It's just that this method can directly bypass the black and white calendar. Even those with a white calendar may be dragged down by distorted wishes directly because of making a certain wish.

Jian Yiyi and Alice knew exactly what this thing was about.

If this is the first black mask, then starting from four weeks ago, the number of black calendar people has exceeded that of white calendar people.

"This tree has no life breath. I will take it to prison. What about you?"

Alice looked at Jian Yiyi.

Jian Yiyi said:

"Will you tell the board about the appearance of the Black Mask?"

"Of course, this is no small matter. You know very well that wearing a black mask will disguise yourself as something..."

Alice did not go into details. After all, this was the content of the manuscript.

She skipped this paragraph and said:

"Suppose there are fifty-one enemies and we have forty-nine. Once the number of enemies exceeds ours, the influence of the fallen god will become greater. What will you do?"

The answer is obvious.

Let's have a purge war against the black calendar people, and let the white calendar people return to the side with more people.

This is also the situation that Jian Yiyi is most afraid of.

If the black mask has been around for a long time, it may be impossible to estimate the proportion of black and white.

If the black mask never appeared, there is no way to estimate the proportion of black and white.

But now, everything has changed.

The black mask appeared four weeks ago, which means that the ratio of black to white is now extremely close to 50:50.

Black wants to conquer White, and the fallen ones affected by the raving will definitely become more murderous.

White also wants to fight against Black. After all, masks are very harmful to the world.

One principal almost turned more than a thousand students into puppets.

What if there are more and more masks, what if the masks fall into the hands of someone who hates the world so much?

Although the Golden Calendar manuscript shows that the number of Black Masks is very rare and there will not be more than one at the same time, but as long as one appears, it can cause a huge disaster.

In order to curb this disaster, there must be a purge between the black and white calendars.

This almost indicates that a war is imminent.

"There are too many mysteries surrounding the appearance of the black mask. I hope the principal is still alive. After we get to the prison, we will interrogate him." Alice said.

Jane nodded one by one. He hoped that Ozawa had additional information.

But now, Qin Ze was unconscious, so he was not in a hurry.

At this moment, he had to contact Luo Shu and Lin An, on the one hand to treat Qin Ze, on the other hand to find Yui and contact Hu Dongfeng.

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The crisis at Jingquan College in Linxiang City has been temporarily resolved.

At the same time, Hu Dongfeng also ushered in his final choice.

The roulette wheel turned first and turned to the heart.

This also means that if you answer this question incorrectly, your heart will be destroyed.

People can live without a heart, but they cannot live without a heart.

Hu Dongfeng suddenly laughed:

"Is it necessary to ask?"

"If this person does not deserve to die in a legal sense, my answer will always be that he does not deserve to die!"

Prell was silent for a few seconds and said:

"The law has protected too many evil people, hasn't it?"

Hu Dongfeng suddenly no longer wanted to sit and look up at Prell.

He was naturally tall, and he stood up straight in court.

His knee was pierced, but it didn't matter, he still had one leg to work with.

Although his hands were tied, he could still exert strength, and one leg was also exerting strength. He leaned against the wall behind him and stood up bit by bit.

His teeth were clipped, causing thick blood to flow out when he spoke.

But his eyes were as sharp as in court:

"If you have to die for doing evil, then you should die first!"

"The judgment of good and evil depends on the truth, not your personal subjective will!"

When a person is not afraid of death, he has nothing to fear anymore.

Hu Dongfeng took a step and limped towards Prell.

His hands were bound by shackles, like a hero who was ready to die.

"Prell, you asked me so many questions, and now I want to ask a question too!"

"Do you think I deserve to die? You just want to judge me as a hypocrite, so am I a hypocrite?"

The words were sharp, and this question would not make Prell feel deafening.

But when Hu Dongfeng finally came to him and took the initiative to put his forehead against the muzzle of his gun, he found that he was at a loss for words.

Obviously, he had made a mistake.

Prell wanted to smile now, like at the beginning, crazy, cynical, and looking at his prey with a great sense of superiority.

But now, he couldn't do it.

He was a little annoyed because his game was seen through by the other party.

He wanted to shoot this man with one shot, after all, Hu Dongfeng did not complete his game.

It was just the fifth question, and he couldn't say it anyway.

He didn't expect that as a black calendar user, he couldn't think of a reason to kill the other party when the other party didn't complete the game.

Because Prell finally realized that he shouldn't judge Hu Dongfeng at all.

"I'm so annoyed, so annoyed, so annoyed!"

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The gun in his hand fired five times, seven bullets, one as the initial warning, and one hit the knee.

Now, Prell has emptied all the remaining five bullets.

So annoying!

Ever since he got the old calendar, Prell knew that he would not abide by the rules.

Not surprisingly, he became the "judge of justice".

The person who breaks the rules and also upholds justice.

In his eyes, naughty children, keyboard warriors, and hypocrites on the Internet are all damned!

In his eyes, a good person who makes a mistake is an evil person.

Of course, if a bad person does a good thing, he is still a bad person.

But what if a good person never makes a mistake?

What if there really is someone who sticks to the rules?

He doesn't believe in such people.

In fact, there is only one kind of person that Prell doesn't kill, and that is the person who completes his game.

Because this is the rule he set himself, and he is willing to abide by it.

But in Prell's view, everyone in this world deserves to die.

Human nature cannot withstand the test, so in the process of the test, everyone will show a damn side.

Just like "Haha, I don't eat beef", as long as you want to kill someone, you can definitely find a damn side of the person being killed.

But at this moment, Prell wavered.

He found that the only damn side of Hu Dongfeng was that he found out that he was wrong.

He could shoot Hu Dongfeng.

Just like that day, he could shoot the person who played the game with his feet and played better than him.

But he didn't dare to do that.

Because if he really did that... his anchor would be gone.

Follow your own rules, and don't kill people who shouldn't be killed.

This is the anchor and rule that Prell set for himself.

The final fate of the Black Calendar may be to become an Old Calendar creature.

But Prell has a way to fight against the whispers.

He keeps breaking the rules to kill prey because deep in his heart, there is no truly righteous person in this world.

But what if this person appears?

"I'm so annoyed!"

He didn't know how many times he repeated these three words. Finally, Prell kicked Hu Dongfeng away.

Hu Dongfeng, who finally walked to Prell, was kicked hard against the wall again.

This kick made Hu Dongfeng spit blood and could no longer stand.

"The game is over, the answer is not to die."

This seems to be saying that the correct answer to the fifth question is not to die.

But it also seems to be saying that people like Hu Dongfeng should not die.

"There are billions of people in this world, and there will always be one or two exceptions. Hahahahaha, I won't be wrong! I'm not wrong!"

After saying that he shouldn't die, Prell laughed wildly and happily again.

In the duel between two kinds of justice, he didn't think he lost.

A mere lawyer couldn't ruin his heart.

So soon, Prell laughed crazily again.

However, although he did not lose, he did not win either.

Prell left the cellar.

In the suburbs of Linxiang City, the sky was dark blue.

That was a sign that day was coming.

In the cellar, Hu Dongfeng, who was kicked into a corner, wanted to struggle to get up and take out his mobile phone to ask Qin Ze for help.

He was indeed not afraid of death just now, but now, when the danger was gone and the bloodiness temporarily subsided, he trembled.

At this time, Hu Dongfeng only felt a urinary urge in his bladder and severe pain all over his body.

If Yui was here, he would probably not care about the words that men should be strong, and would just bury his head and cry.

But he really didn't have the strength to stand up, and the perverted killer didn't even unlock the handcuffs.

He kept rolling and his hands kept moving.

Suddenly, Hu Dongfeng touched a booklet.

It was a white calendar, so white that there was no dust.

On April 27, the old calendar person Hu Dongfeng successfully survived the taboo of desperate difficulty.