The female student suddenly stood up from the seat in the corner of the classroom, scanning the class with her red eyes.
Because her action of standing up was too abrupt, she knocked over the desk in front of her. This loud sound attracted the attention of most of the students.
The gaze was focused on her face.
The students immediately noticed the girl's abnormality.
What's wrong? She seems to...
"Her eyes have turned red?"
"Isn't this Red Eye?"
"Did she wear colored contact lenses? That joke is not funny at all."
"Oh no, she's coming to attack."
Some students were panicking, and some were pointing fingers. The students closest to the female student all quickly distanced themselves, afraid of being associated with her, as if facing an imminent bomb explosion.
In Beaver City, the Red Eyes are so feared.
Aoba saw this scene and anxiously asked, "What happened? Why are her eyes like that? And why are the classmates so afraid of her?"
"This is Red Eye," I said to Aoba.
"Red eye? What?" Aoba looked puzzled.
She didn't know about Red Eye.
Although this disease is well-known in Beaver City, it is quite normal for us who have just arrived in this place to be unaware of it. I came here by sheer chance.
Those who knew about this disease were aware of it, but Aoba was not so fortunate.
At this moment, the red-eyed girl suddenly turned her head and looked at the nearest boy.
The boy's face suddenly became very unpleasant, and he instinctively took a step back.
"You, you don't..."He said these words almost inaudibly, and his fear was evident from his words and actions.
The girl turned around, bent down, and pulled a utility knife out from the fallen desk drawer.
The blade emerged from the plastic handle, propelled by the push of the fingertips.
From this strange silent attitude, the girl's aggressiveness was as evident as the stench of a garbage bag, and everyone knew what she wanted to do
Even the few students who had not noticed this before looked over.
"What are you all looking at, go call the teacher quickly."
The boy who was being watched almost cried.
The two people closest to the exit immediately ran out of the classroom and went to find the teacher.
Aoba looked at the unfolding events, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Shouldn't we try to stop this?"
"You are right." I stood up.
"Eh? Are you going to Ninghai?"
"I have had an experience."
After saying that, I walked over to the girl who was suffering from Red Eye.
According to previous experience in dealing with Red Eye people, people infected with Red Eye do not gain greater strength or become more agile in their movements, their athletic ability is the same as normal, only that they will be merciless in attacking others, and thus are feared; as a superhuman, when dealing with such patients who only have an attacking consciousness, it is naturally easy for me, requiring little effort.
The female student ignored my approach and suddenly rushed towards the male student she had initially set her sights on; but she had only managed to take a couple of steps when I grabbed the desk on my right, charged forward, and swung it down hard.
The desk crashed onto the female student's body.
She was knocked away by my blow, just like a tennis ball hit by a racket, her entire body slamming into the wall and then falling to the ground.
I put down the desk.
During the attack just now, I used a technique of driving the body with psychic power, making myself appear to have greatly increased strength. The purpose of this technique is to not expose my identity as a superhuman. This is the method I've used in the past when getting into fights. Although it may seem like I'm exerting my own strength, the force is not coming from my muscles, but from psychic power.
The mental power not only drives the body, but also protects it. Even if I am accidentally hit by someone, I will remain unharmed.
With a hit like that from me, that girl should be in too much pain to even stand up
As I was thinking this, the girl stood up unsteadily.
It's a hassle.
Suddenly, a burly adult male entered the classroom and shouted loudly: "Where are the students infected with Red Eye!"
Immediately afterwards, he saw the injured female student and me.
Because the classmates had all dispersed, a small open space was formed in the classroom, with only the girls and me inside.
"Is that you!"The man came towards me.
He should be a faculty member of this school, judging from his build, is he a physical education teacher?
I pointed to the girl across the room, and there were also classmates reminding the man next to me.
"Hm? Not you? That's true, your eyes aren't red." The man then looked towards the girl in front of me holding a utility knife, "Tsk, so it's Tubie, is it?"
The girl came at me.
The man immediately rushed forward and grasped the woman tightly from behind with his strong arms.
"Hurry! Get a few more guys and restrain her!" he shouted, commanding his classmates.
A woman approached the man from behind.
The man turned around and impatiently said, "I'm talking about the boys! All the girls step back!"
"Teacher, be careful!" someone warned the man.
"What should I be careful of?" the man asked, turning his head.
Suddenly, the woman behind the man took out a utility knife and cut open the man's carotid artery.
The blood spurted out like a fountain, and several shrieks were heard in the classroom.
The man helplessly released his arms and fell down.
The girl who attacked him raised her head, revealing her bright red eyes; and the Red Eye girl who had been held by the man was also freed.
The two girls with red eyes looked around at their classmates.
The situation quickly spiraled out of control, with most of the males and females present rushing to the exit, resulting in a very crowded environment.
I retreated to Aoba's side.
Aoba stared blankly at the whole process, with a mind completely empty.
"I didn't expect two Red Eye patients to suddenly appear in a class." I said, "I'll restrain them shortly, you first..."
Before the words were out of my mouth, a sudden intuition prompted me to look out the window at the building below.
Outside the school, a heavy-duty truck loaded with goods suddenly lost speed, easily breaking through the enclosed school gate and heading straight for the teaching building.
Boom!!!
The truck directly crashed into the first floor exterior wall of the teaching building, generating a massive impact and an ear-shattering roar, with half the vehicle body deeply embedded in something
In the classroom.
We on the high floor felt a tremor, like an earthquake.
"What's going on! I've had enough!"
A female student who was being crushed at the exit screamed.
Aoba also looked helplessly flustered.
Suddenly, I felt my phone in my pocket start to vibrate, and a faint vibration could also be heard from Aoba's pocket.
We looked at each other and took out our phones.
You have a new message.
I looked at it.
Survive.
The message only contains this one brief line.
"Survive? What is this?" Aoba had not finished speaking.
An explosion was heard in the distance outside.
I turned my head and saw that in the far distance, the top floor of a high-rise building was emitting thick black smoke, and a civilian aircraft was stuck on the building
The explosion just now was clearly the sound of the passenger plane crashing into the building.
At the same time, explosions were heard throughout the city, and distant shouts and screams could be faintly heard.
Everything is out of control.
In broad daylight, a nightmare darker than any previous night descended. In just a few minutes, Hebi City seemed to be facing a catastrophic disaster.
The world did not stop running even when I was in a trance.
"Ah!"
The ear-splitting scream came from the classroom exit.
I looked around, and it turned out that the two Red Eye girls had rushed to the crowded exit, and were launching an all-out attack.
Not only that, but a few other normally well-behaved students also had their eyes suddenly turn red and started attacking the people around them.
One of the patients charged towards me and Aoba.
I caught a glimpse of Aoba reflexively shrinking their body.
"I can't do anything about it," I said, reaching out my right hand to the patient and making a strangling motion.
Actually, mental power does not require physical gestures, it is released through my consciousness, even if my limbs are paralyzed, it does not affect the activation of mental power; however, this motion is helpful for the precision of mental power, and can also help the formation of my imagination. I have also mentioned before that imagination is especially important for superpowers. If I want to imagine my mental power as a hand, the gesture is a significant hint that can improve the completion of the technique.
The psychic's hand choked the patient's neck, compressing their carotid artery.
The patient soon lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.
Aoba witnessed this incredible scene with his own eyes.
Ninghai
"This is supernatural power." I took the lead in giving the answer, "Don't daydream, come with me."
At this time, the students who had been blocked at the exit had already fled, and the few patients had also followed the students out of the classroom.
I and Aoba also went out.
At this moment, chaotic sounds can be heard in various parts of the school. There are many students in the corridors, among whom are patients attacking the people around them.
"The entire city has been infected by the Red Eye epidemic," I said to Aoba. "The school is a densely populated area, we need to get out of here."
I simply explained, and then I walked towards the staircase with Aoba.
Along the way, whether it was normal students or red-eyed patients, I used telekinetic force to forcibly push them aside, so we could travel through the crowded corridors without any obstruction.
To prevent Aoba from getting lost, from the moment we left the classroom, I held her hand tightly; and in the face of this urgent situation, Aoba did not concern herself with the minor detail of her hand being held by the opposite sex, and honestly followed me as we fled.
"What is Red Eye?"
The corridor was chaotic and noisy, and in this environment, Aoba had to ask me questions in a very loud voice.
"It's an unknown disease. As I pulled her along, I replied, "People who contract this disease will act like... well, like zombies, indiscriminately attacking normal people."
"The Zombie" Aoba stared blankly at the people around him.
Most of the students who are still normal are fleeing, a minority are fighting back, there is still no effective order, even the teachers are preoccupied with their own affairs.
The situation unfolded too suddenly, no wonder Aoba had that expression, her emotions must not have fully immersed in the current predicament yet; I also mechanically understood the current situation and made what I thought was a rational choice. There may be better judgments than immediately fleeing the school, but I am not a constantly lucid observer, the saying "those involved are blind" must refer to something like this.
Chaos has also infected me.
When we arrived at the staircase, a girl suddenly came rushing towards us. I instinctively wanted to attack, but Aoba called out the girl's name first.
"Yukio!"
"Aoba!" The girl came to our side.
Do they know each other?
Aoba had mentioned before that, when she entered the school, a girl approached her and pointed out the class she should be in, so it was likely that the girl she referred to.
Yukio, is this the acquaintance of Aoba in this world?
I simply observed her.
This girl named Yukio has a beautiful face, soft black shoulder-length hair, is taller than Aoba, and shorter than me, with a figure that is full in the front and slim in the back
Unlike Aoba's childish face and figure, she more closely matches the public's fantasy of a high school beauty, and surely does not lack suitors of her own age.
"Is she your friend?" I asked Aoba.
"Yes, that's right." Aoba also didn't know how to introduce her, "She's the familiar person I mentioned to you before, her name is Miura Yukio."
"Is that so?" I turned to Yukio, "Hello, Yukio. I am Ninghai."
"Hello," Yukio replied unconsciously, then quickly realized, "No, that's not the time to say that!"
"Let's go then."
We immediately went down the stairs.
There were many people on the stairs, but I used my telekinetic powers to push aside those who were blocking the way. Yukio also seemed unusually aware of this unimpeded passage, and I noticed a slight change in her expression, but she did not ask any questions and focused on escaping with us.
A moment later, we ran out of the teaching building and came to the spacious open ground.
"What should we do next?" Aoba asked, panting.
Her physical strength is poor, and she starts to pant after a while. This is partly because I pulled her and she couldn't maintain her balance, but it also shows that she has a physical strength issue.
"What should I do? I started to think about it."
"I called my dad. "Yukio said immediately, "Dad should be here soon."
"How long is 'very soon'?" I asked her.
"I think it shouldn't take long," she hadn't finished speaking.
A high-end sedan suddenly rushed through the damaged school gate and into the school, coming to a stop in the open space in front of the teaching building, right in front of us.
The car door opened, and a well-dressed middle-aged man stepped out.
"Yukio! Come over here with your friends! Hurry!"
There were a few scattered patients around, drawn to his cries.
"Tsk." The man turned around and took a gun out of the car, shooting at the approaching patients.
Bang bang bang!
The patients' legs were pierced, causing them to collapse and unable to proceed further.
This must be Yukio's father, he has a gun, and it's unknown what Yukio's family does for a living.
Aoba saw the man draw his gun, and she was a little afraid to approach, but I immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her away; on the other side, Yukio also made the same move
Aoba's other hand was grabbed, and they walked forward.
"Eh? Eh! I, I'll go now!" Aoba said hurriedly.
Yukio only released his hand when they reached the car, opened the front passenger door, and sat in the front passenger seat.
I opened the rear car door, let Aoba go in first, and then sat down myself.
"Okay! Everyone is seated and buckled up!" The man put down his gun and returned to the driver's seat, slamming the car door with a thud, "We're getting out of here!"
