Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

Yu Haohuai was completely stunned. He never imagined that Kong Wu's powerful male torso would bear the head of a beast, let alone how such a long beak could make a human voice.

It's like a werewolf in a cult movie tearing off the screen, breaking into reality, and breaking into this deserted dormitory building.

The wolf-head instructor grinned wide, revealing sharp teeth and a scarlet pot-like mouth, and an angry roar erupted from the depths of his throat.

At this time, the one who doesn't run away is a fool, Zhou Xuerong squatted down and got out from under the other's outstretched arm, and ran at full speed towards the depth of the corridor, Yu Haohuai also followed closely.

There were wolves howling from behind, and the rhythmic sound unique to four-legged animals running, but within a few seconds they were approaching the two of them, and Zhou Xuerong could even feel the breath of the beast behind his neck.

Yu Haohuai asked while running, "What should we do now!"

"Turn right at the end and go up the stairs."

It was less than ten meters away from the stairs, but the werewolf behind him was biting every step, and the distance could not be opened at all. If this continued, even if they went downstairs, they would be dead.

Zhou Xuerong made a good decision. Seeing that the road was about to end, he stepped forward with two long legs staggered, stopped abruptly, turned his head sideways, and swung the ax in his hand with all his strength.

It's a pity that it was half a beat slow.

Captured by the quick movements of the wolf's eyes, the werewolf kicked his hind legs and jumped upwards, causing the ax blade to brush against his belly, and the belt was cut off in response, revealing the wolf hair inside.

"Hold."

Zhou Xuerong cursed, he could obviously feel that this blow was much worse than before, both in terms of strength and speed.

It's already the fourth round. Normally speaking, his physical strength will be greatly reduced in this round, but this time, he will stick to it no matter what, and survive this round...

Only Zhou Xuerong and the werewolf were left in the corridor, and Yu Haohuai was nowhere to be seen. Zhou Xuerong was to the left of the stairs, but the distance was too short, and it was too late to escape, so he could only grit his teeth.

He locked eyes with the werewolf to ensure that he was sufficiently intimidating, and then moved slowly, trying to switch positions and get rid of the predicament of being backed by the corner.

It's a pity that the wolf instructor is not a real "wolf". He can talk and think like a human being. He didn't give Zhou Xuerong a chance to breathe, because he can smell the tiredness of human beings...

"Wow——" the wolf instructor roared, the stench poured out like a gust of wind, and his upper limbs rushed towards Zhou Xuerong.

Zhou Xuerong was pushed to the ground, and the back of his head slammed into the concrete floor, but he didn't forget to put the ax in front of his eyes, in time to block the bloody mouth in the next second.

Wolf Fang clenched on the handle of the axe, a predator whimpered in his throat, and saliva dripped down between his teeth. Zhou Xuerong pushed and pulled vigorously, but the werewolf reacted even more excitedly.

Typical canine.

When Zhou Xuerong was thinking about the chances of throwing the ax like a bone club to attract the opponent, his whole body suddenly flew into the air, and then he was thrown flying out.

He grabbed the ground with his back, and the cotton coat was worn away by the rough cement surface, exposing the cotton inside. He groaned, ignoring the tearing pain from his back muscles, and stood up with an axe.

The wolf instructor's camouflage uniform was blown apart, and the bristling gray fur proved how angry he was. He was spinning on all fours, and his green eyes radiated fluorescent light: "I'm going to tear you to pieces!!!"

Zhou Xuerong raised the ax and sneered: "Weigh yourself first."

"Aw————" the wolf instructor howled, his fluffy tail shook behind him, and he rushed to the other end of the corridor.

"Did you hear it? It sounds like a wolf howling?"

Xu Minglang stopped what he was doing, trying to identify the source of the sound from the air.

In the same bathroom, neither Miao Fang nor Ye Jiawen spoke. They just opened one door after another, searching for the water tank and even the trash can non-stop.

The last door was also searched, but not even a piece of used toilet paper was found.

Ye Jiawen hurriedly said, "Brother Lang, I can't find the diary anywhere..."

Miao Fang stomped his feet hard: "Damn it! The diaries are distributed in no way!"

Only then did Xu Minglang withdraw his thoughts, trying to restrain himself from worrying about Zhou Xuerong, if there was anything else he could do for Zhou Xuerong, it was to find the diary as soon as possible, spell out the truth, and find Wu Changde's corpse.

He glanced at the time, it was still two and a half hours before dawn.

He stabilized the emotions of the two of them, and he was also adjusting his thinking. Apart from the "toilet" that was mentioned many times, is there any place that has not been searched.

He suddenly asked Miao Fang: "Where is the training room you mentioned earlier?"

Suddenly there was light in Miao Wang's eyes: "It's on the top floor!"

"let's go."

Different from other floors, the door on the top floor was closed, and the three of them felt their hearts tighten when they saw it. Xu Minglang hurried forward, and kicked the door open.

Opening the door of the first room, there was a strong musty smell. The room was full of bundled textbooks. The iron cabinet was covered with dust, and there were simple teaching plan tools inside. They moved the same book away, trying to find a page or two of the diary on the ground, but found nothing, they hurried to the next room without complaining.

As soon as the door opened, Xu Minglang suspected that he had traveled back to the period of the Civil War between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party. The room was very large, the walls were decorated with sound-absorbing cotton, and there were some basketball storage baskets and hula hoops around it. At first glance, it looked nothing like the equipment room of a school basketball gymnasium. Two, as long as the visitor can ignore the huge seesaw in the center of the room.

Rather than saying it is a seesaw, it is more appropriate to describe it as a giant T-shaped ruler.

It was a pure wooden lever, with a long, narrow and thick wooden plank placed across Xu Minglang's eyebrows, a metal shaft passing through the middle, and then mounted on a pillar.

And there is a noose embedded in each end of the board.The inner ring of the hemp rope cover was stained with dark body fluids, and the lower part was especially frizzy, which should be the trace of being torn countless times.

Miao Fang opened his mouth wide, looking at the instrument of torture in disbelief, tears streaming down his face.

He knew that this kind of thing existed, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. Even when Wu Changde mentioned this thing to him, there was a little smile in his tone, but he never thought about it once. Wu Changde personally Only when you experience it will you know the feeling...

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It was the first week when he first came to Peiying Academy. Except for class and exercise, he refused to communicate and eat to express his position, and finally couldn't stand it on the third day.

An empty stomach can't support the daily high-intensity training, and the academy is used to all kinds of tricks of the students. Compared with those who are stopped for cutting their wrists and have their stomachs washed in public by drinking lotion, hunger strike is really too childish.

After the lunch break, Miao Fang lay on the bed, feeling like there was a fire in his stomach. He suspected that he was about to die. He recalled the back of his mother when he sent him to school, and the despicable things he said when he was imprisoned in the small black room. He could feel his dignity being annihilated little by little, and what was even more embarrassing was that he died of starvation.

The door opened suddenly, but Miao Fang remained motionless, thinking that if the instructor checked the bedroom, he would be beaten to death.

However, it was Wu Changde who came.

He sat down on the bed and began to nibble on the apple in his hand.Every mouthful of that juicy and crisp sounded like a torment to Miao Fang, and the fragrance of the fruit made him swallow his saliva helplessly.

"Why are you still crying?" Wu Changde gnawed on an apple while squinting at Miao Fang. For them who were extremely lacking in entertainment life, watching the collapse of freshmen was also a kind of after-school relaxation.

Miao Fang's breakdown was mixed with some anger, and he thought to himself that if Wu Changde said something more, he wouldn't mind pulling back before he died.

But Wu Changde did not.He put the apple on the bedside, learned to lie flat like Miao Fang, and said bluntly: "You haven't seen the really scary one, Xinsheng."

Miao Fang ignored him.

"The ultimate weapon in this academy is a seesaw. Of course, it's not the kind children play with. It's the kind where two people's necks are tied into it, and you can step on your feet to ensure that you don't get strangled to death."

Miao Fang only wanted to make the other party shut up.

"Compared with this, the little black room is not cruel. Do you know what is the most tormenting thing about this thing?"

He said to himself: "You have to feel the passage of time, your legs are slowly numb, watching those people standing in front of you, looking at those you hate the most, staring at you in the most embarrassing state."

"But in that situation, face is the least valuable thing. When you find that you can't stand your feet anymore, you want to relax, but the price of your heels touching the ground is that your neck is stuck and you will suffocate. "

Unknowingly, Miao Fang has been pulled into the other party's context.

"In order to let yourself breathe, you will subconsciously put your hand in the noose to make room for your neck, but the person on the other end is not so good. He will be hung up and slowly strangled to death."

Miao Fang imagined being himself, surrounded by those instructors, trying every means to compete for oxygen from his companions, and suddenly felt that he was not so miserable.

Wu Changde is a foreigner, and his speech is a little nasal, but this does not affect him to continue: "Moreover, this instrument of torture has great stamina. Its real power lies in shattering your understanding of yourself."

The one-sided conversation ended when Wu Changde threw the apple to Miao Fang. Miao Fang looked at the oxidized bite marks on the apple, as if looking at his own festering heart, and then he ate the apple one bite after another.

After escaping from the academy, he tried his best not to recall this experience, including the existence of this seesaw, he almost forgot.Wu Changde only mentioned this matter to him once, and Miao Fang didn't think about the meaning of the abrupt ending.

What exactly is "shattering what you know about yourself"?

Miao Fang only realized now that no one can maintain dignity under this kind of instrument of torture. No matter how kind a person is, they will be deprived of their instincts when they get on this shelf, and they will push others to the guillotine in order to catch their breath.

And he actually thought that he was the worst one.

Is this why Wu Changde insisted on keeping a diary despite the risk of being discovered?Because you are afraid of forgetting who you used to be?

"Miao Fang! Stop looking and see what we find!"

Xu Minglang's words pulled Miao Fang out of his memory, he turned his head and saw Xu Minglang waving at him with another diary in his hand.