The next day, Ye Shuo asked Li Zhuo again to other classmates, and everyone shook their heads and didn't know.

Sure enough, my guess is correct.

The purification function of the chip creates a illusion of peace, and all memories of death will no longer exist, and people here will not realize the horror that is happening.

The only thing that Ye Shuo puzzled was why only he could keep his memory.

If it is said that when you are in the Time Clock Tower, it is because you have the Eye of Time Reverse, which can restrain the chaos of time, but why is it here?

Ye Shuo never found the answer to this question.

However, he still made up his mind to do something. During his lunch break, he wrote the list of dead classmates on a piece of paper, Pi Jun, Li Zhuo... These clues may play a key role in the future!

Staring at the list, Ye Shuo secretly prayed that the name of death should not be added. Then, he carefully took the paper into the drawer and went to class.

After he left, Yan Ziqing quietly turned over and got out of bed, opened his drawer, took out the piece of paper and looked at it. The expression on his face became very strange in an instant.

At this time, Dan Tai Jing happened to walk in, glanced at him, and asked coldly: "What are you doing?"

Yan Ziwei was startled and quickly stuffed the paper back, restored the drawer to its original state, turned around quickly, deliberately blocked the drawer with his body, and smiled and said, "It's nothing!"

Tan Tai Jing looked at him for a moment, leaving a sentence: "Don't do extra things." He walked straight to the bed, picked up his backpack, and turned around.

When Yan Zi turned around, he looked at the drawer several times again, his eyes beating violently in his sockets, just like looking at a monster sealed in it.

...

The first afternoon was an activity class.

Some large colleges usually offer activity classes, which allow students to freely perform sports.

The activity classes for the training class were held in a large indoor sports field. There were various sports equipment loans, such as basketball, badminton, etc. At Zhiyuan Academy, Ye Shuo also played basketball with Xu Yuan and others, but he found that he really did not have the talent in this area, so the activity classes in the future often turned into tea parties in the corner.

After coming to the training class, Ye Shuo took the activity class for the first time. The equipment was decorated with the same equipment, which was almost the same as Zhiyuan Academy. However, no one went to the activity here. Everyone was entrenched in the corner, clasping hands with their hands, and practicing quietly. The huge gymnasium was particularly quiet and looked very strange.

If this is the case, it's just a place to change to a practice venue. What's the point of taking such a class? Ye Shuo shook his head. But this is an activity class after all, and it shouldn't be restricted from communicating like in the classroom. After looking around, he saw Ye Xuesong sitting alone on a bench. He did not practice, but his hands were hanging on his knees, and his eyes were staring straight ahead, as if he was dazed.

Ye Shuo also sat next to him and tried to talk to him.

"Ye Xuesong, this training class will cause electric shocks to the students! Have you been electrocuted?"

"Did you become so regular just because you are afraid of being electrocuted?"

No matter what he said, Ye Xuesong did not respond at all. At this time, Ye Shuo felt that there were more eyes behind him. When he turned around, Yan Zixu had sat at a corner of the bench at some point and kept staring at him with strange eyes.

Ye Shuo frowned. It was Yan Ziwei who reported to his supervisor before that, which caused him to suffer the electric shock. Is he waiting to catch his own now?

Being kind to others does not mean that you will always be a soft persimmon that is bullied. Ye Shuo was about to find him to argue, but suddenly, a terrifying howl suddenly rang in the gymnasium.

A student's eyes were blood red, his muscles were thrusting, he spread his teeth and claws, and attacked other classmates everywhere. This zombie-like appearance made Ye Shuo immediately remember Wen Cheng that night!

"Roar--" The student roared, waved his backhand, and immediately cut five deep cracks on the floor. He stomped his feet and rushed towards the crowd. However, the students near him avoided it, and no casualties have yet.

While everyone was in chaos, the instructor's ups and downs suddenly came out through the microphone and was magnified again by several large speakers hanging on the wall.

"Students, this is what we are doing today - kill him!"

"But don't think he's easy to deal with." A sarcastic smile added to the instructor's voice. "Although he has lost consciousness now, his strength has been improved several times - the first student to defeat him will add 30 contribution points!"

As soon as the instructor's words fell, the students seemed to not feel anything wrong, and turned to defense and attacked the crazy student. A series of spiritual skills of different colors exploded around him one after another.

Soon, the crazy student's body was covered with blood. But he seemed to have no pain. The heavier the injury on his body, the more crazy he became. He leaned over, landed on all four feet, and climbed to the nearest student in a few steps, raised his hand and tore off half of the student's head.

If you were in an ordinary academy, such a terrifying scene would definitely cause a scream. But the students here all looked calm and ignored the fallen student. Instead, they took this opportunity to accelerate the attack behind him.

"How come you really can do it!" Outside the battle circle, a student with a strange face - Ye Shuo thought he should be a freshman - shouted: "Everyone is a classmate!"

Yes, as a freshman and as a normal person, he would not know how life a person is like a mustard of grass in this training class.

"What does it matter?" Yan Ziwei also stood not far from the two of them, looking at the battle circle, and said coldly, "Even if you kill me, I will soon forget it."

When Ye Shuo heard this, he was shocked and didn't even care about going to rescue the crazy student. He stared at him in disbelief. Could it be that he also has memories?

At the center of the battle circle, the battle had already reached a fever pitch. Although the crazy student's actions became dull and mechanical, he was extremely powerful. With a wave of his arms, he waved the other students who were rushing up. Several students ran slowly, and were lifted up by the crazy student and smashed them hard to the ground.

After repeated this several times, the two students who were raised had already fallen to the ground in pain. After twisting their bodies a few times, they turned their eyes and were unconscious. However, the other students did not feel any timid when they saw this. On the contrary, they rushed up like bees stinging people.

The battles of those students were completely disorganized and almost fought on their own. Sometimes they didn't even meet the side of the crazy students, but instead knocked down their own people and the whole venue was in chaos.

For them, their companions around them are not comrades-in-arms at all, but enemies who compete for contribution points with them. Like the crazy student, they are all enemies! Therefore, this "inaccidental injury" may not be called inaccidental injury at all, but is also part of their tactics!

Fortunately, the crazy student just became thick-skinned and thick-skinned. Although his martial power value increased, his intelligence was even lower. Under the continuous attacks of everyone, he had obviously lost his inch and slapped a few palms randomly, and two punches were leaking out of his three punches. Most of the time, he screamed like a beast.

The attack became more and more fierce. Finally, a student saw the flaw and suddenly jumped up, flipped his body into a straight line, holding the crazy student's shoulders with both hands. The two of them were head-to-head, as if they had a look at each other.

The crazy student reached out to grab him with conditioned reflex. However, the student turned around skillfully and jumped behind the crazy student, then kicked him hard at the back of his neck, and heard a "click" sound, something was breaking.

The neck is one of the most vulnerable parts of a person. Under this violent kick, the entire head of the crazy student was lowered down in a posture that ordinary people could not do. His eyes were completely pressed to his chest, like a corpse, with a shaking head hanging.

However, despite this, he did not give up resisting. His eyes were no longer visible, and he still grabbed it randomly, but soon there were several "clicks" sounds one after another. His hand was folded back. With another violent blow, a stream of blood sprayed out and almost directly poured onto the ceiling.

Seeing this, the other students took advantage of the situation. Until the crazy student fell to the ground, he could no longer resist...

Blood slowly leaked out under him, flowing all over the ground, and accumulated into a pool of blood.

Until this moment, his eyes finally escaped from the complete hollowness, and there was a hint of awakeness and pain in his eyes, but at this moment, it was completely still.

The face of dying with mercy was deeply imprinted into Ye Shuo's eyes.

Just like last night, Li Zhuo and Ye Shuo, who were covered with white cloth, seemed to be able to hear the sound of the cabin door being slapped at the last time.

Pa-pa-pa-

There was another victim, but I could only watch it.

Soon, these students will lose their memory of the dead again, and they will not remember how they became accomplices of the evil forces.

This training class is too cruel and dark.

...

After the course, Ye Shuo quickly caught up with Yan Ziwei.

"Do you have memories?" he asked straight to the point.

Yan Zixiao looked as usual and said lightly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Ye Shuo was excited: "Listen! If you really have memories, we should cooperate!"

During this period, Ye Shuo always felt that he was like a normal person thrown into a mad asylum. He could not communicate with others or ask for help. Many times, he even felt that he was the only madman! It was precisely because of this that when he discovered that Yan Ziwei might have hidden secrets like him, he was so excited.

Only by gathering more people can we destroy this evil base. Although I don’t know why Yan Ziwei can keep his memory, there may be many people like him in the training class. They are not completely controlled, but they continue to pretend to be stupid because they are worried about being shocked.

Think about it carefully, although there were many people who were fighting for contribution points and rushing to the front without any effort, weren’t there also many people stayed outside the court to watch? There are still some sober people here, and this is the best proof!

Although I can't remember who were watching just now, the most urgent thing to fight for is the freshmen who just came in. Their brains have not been completely eroded by chips. It is urgent to form an alliance to discuss countermeasures together!

In just a short moment, countless future imaginations flashed in Ye Shuo's mind, but Yan Ziyun in front of him still did not respond. The expression of confusion on his face was still there. He pushed him away with his hand and accelerated his pace and followed the team of other students.

Maybe he had other concerns, but I wouldn't give up! Ye Shuo clenched his fists secretly. By the way, the first person in the alliance, let's pull Wen Cheng first--

...

After dinner and taking a shower, Ye Shuo returned to the dormitory and immediately opened the drawer to prepare to add the name of the new deceased on the list. However, his movement suddenly stopped.

The placement of items in the drawer was obviously different from when he left. It was like someone was rushing over it. Although the other party had tried his best to restore it, Ye Shuo believed that he would not read it wrong.

"Who moved my drawer?" Ye Shuo stood up and asked loudly in the dormitory.

No one paid attention to him. On the bed No. 3, Dan Tai Jing glanced at him disdainfully and silently turned over on the bed.

Ye Shuo asked several times, but no one came forward to admit it. Everyone was still lying on their own bunks and doing their own things.

He raised his eyes and looked at Yan Ziqing lying straight on the bed No. 5, as if he was sleeping soundly, Ye Shuo pursed his lips.

He still remembered that when he talked to Ye Xuesong in the event class, Yan Ziwei once looked at him with strange eyes. If it was because he read this list and knew that he also had memories, why did he still refuse to tell the truth when he asked afterwards? As two people who also had memories, shouldn't they be particularly friendly when they met?

Ye Shuo scratched his scalp, and he couldn't guess what he thought...

In training classes, students are not allowed to use locks for drawers and cabinets. According to the instructor, it is to "prevent students from being distracted" and "hide private things that have nothing to do with cultivation", which also leads to them having no privacy in front of others.

Fortunately, Yan Ziwei did not take away this piece of paper today, but if someone else found out about the drawer and handed it over to the instructor another day, it might become his own "evidence". If you want to talk about the safest place, you may only carry it with you-

Day after day, Ye Shuo was much more cautious than when he first came. He dealt with Ye Xuesong and Yan Ziwei, hoping to find some breakthroughs, but the results were still minimal.

In the training class, the daily life of death and forgetting is still repeated.

At the same time, Ye Shuo discovered that the mentors began to become more and more serious. They openly organized activities called "Games" again and again, and the failed students would be executed directly. The winning students could get a lot of contribution points. They were fearless by relying on the means of memory elimination.

Games are games again. Thinking of the "cannibalism game" in the clock tower at the time, Ye Shuo had already hated the word "game".
Chapter completed!