Despair Game

Chapter 18 - Strange Classmates

"Hahaha!"

"Is Lu An'an going to transform into a female Conan? Haha."

Tonight's WeChat group was unexpectedly harmonious. No one was arguing, and everyone was joking around, laughing and having a good time. I guess everyone felt that the game should be over by now.

In fact, I also thought that it would be great if the game ended like this.

But reality proved that we were all too naive!

On Sunday, I arrived at the classroom very early. My classmates always arrived earlier than me. They were chatting happily, jokingly asking each other if they were the little devil or not.

I noticed that Jin Xiaofeng and the others had also returned to school. It seemed that their injuries were not severe, as they quietly sat in their seats.

After greeting Suda, I returned to my seat. Xiaoming lazily lay on the desk and looked at his phone. I asked, "Xiaoming, do you think we can trust what the little devil said?"

Without even looking at me, Xiaoming, who was indifferent to everything, stared at his phone and said, "Of course I believe it. If he comes out today, I'll be the first to kill him."

I sighed and turned my head away. I observed every classmate in the classroom, trying to figure out who the little devil might be. But I didn't have any superpowers after all, and after observing for a while, I couldn't find anything.

Moreover, this time, there was no black mist appearing around anyone in the class. Does that mean no one will die in this game?

At this moment, the little devil sent a message in the group chat: "The game starts now. Lucky King Lu An'an will touch the little devil's hair."

"Wow! It's finally starting."

"So excited! The little devil is finally going to appear."

I felt that there were some loopholes in this matter. After thinking for a moment, I asked, "If someone touches the little devil, how do we know it's him?"

The little devil sent a smiling emoji and replied, "Once you touch the little devil, I will notify in the group chat. Game completed!"

I nodded. This answer seemed flawless indeed. As long as Lu An'an went one by one, we would eventually find the little devil.

However, I still felt uneasy in my heart, but I couldn't pinpoint where the problem was. I always felt that this was a trap set by the little devil.

Lu An'an was very excited today and even brought a pair of white gloves. She always kept her head raised, seemingly telling us that she was about to become a hero.

It was self-study time now, and there were no teachers in the classroom. A classmate closed the door and said, "Lu An'an, start from the first person."

Lu An'an nodded and confidently walked to the side of the first classmate, holding her phone in one hand and lightly placing the other hand with the white glove on the classmate's head. We all stared at her without blinking.

There were dozens of students in our class, and it would probably take about ten minutes for everyone to be touched.

At that moment, when my seatmate Xiaoming moved the chair with his hand, a shiny knife fell out of his sleeve and landed on the ground with a clatter.

I looked at Xiaoming in astonishment and asked him, "Why do you have a knife?"

Xiaoming didn't take it seriously and casually tucked it back into his sleeve, smiling as he said, "Once the little devil is revealed, watch me kill him."

His casual remark sent a shiver down my spine, but I couldn't refute it either. If it really was the little devil, killing him wouldn't be excessive. Are we really going to resort to killing today? We're just high school students.

I instantly became nervous. I began to lower my head and observe the classmates who were usually a bit bolder.

It was a shocking sight! I discovered that on their desks, in their pockets, or to varying degrees, they all had weapons—some had iron rods, while others, like Xiaoming, had knives.

This ominous feeling grew stronger and stronger. I felt that something was definitely wrong!

The little devil wouldn't be foolish enough to let us, who held deep grudges, catch him. He had caused the deaths of so many of our classmates. That would be seeking death!

By this time, Lu An'an had already reached the area near me. She looked at me and sneered, but I had no idea what it meant.

I heard her confident voice whisper, "Based on my deduction, Xiang Nan, you are highly suspicious."

I'm suspicious? Are you crazy!

I couldn't be bothered to deal with her. I just waited for her to touch my head. Her hand grabbed my hair, and we waited for over ten seconds, but there was still no message in the group chat.

Lu An'an's expression instantly showed disappointment. "It's not you. What a pity."

"What a pity? Are you out of your mind? Do you want me to be the little devil?"

As soon as I heard Lu An'an's words, I got angry and started cursing. But Lu An'an didn't get angry; she simply ignored me and confidently walked up to the next classmate.

I was so furious that I gritted my teeth, but I couldn't do anything about her.

After about seven or eight minutes, most of the students in the class had already had their hair touched by Lu An'an, leaving only the last three people.

Yu Xiaoping, Cao Xiang, and Liao Zhi.

As Lu An'an approached them, the atmosphere in the class instantly froze. If the little devil's words were true, then the little devil was among them.

These three people were not good at studying and were placed last by the teachers. They slept in class all day, except for Liao Zhi.

Liao Zhi was a financially disadvantaged student in the class. His parents had died in an accident, and he was raised by his grandfather. Originally, his family had no money at all, and it was the county that paid for his enrollment.

Don't think that students receiving assistance from the county are given special treatment. Liao Zhi's self-esteem was low, and his academic performance couldn't keep up. Anyone who has been to school knows that no parent would willingly have their child sit at the back row.

As the students sitting in the last row, either they were troublemakers disliked by the teachers and neglected by their parents, or they were students like Liao Zhi, burdened with the label of poverty.

Yu Xiaoping volunteered and playfully said, "Come on, little detective, give it a try and enjoy the sensation."

Of course, it wasn't Yu Xiaoping, so only Cao Xiang and Liao Zhi remained.

At this moment, the classmates in the class quieted down spontaneously.

Everyone's eyes seemed to emit flames as they stared fiercely at the two of them. Many people began to grab things under their desks.

A group of people surrounded the two, and anyone would feel pressured in such a situation.

Cao Xiang, who used to be very arrogant, was now a bit panicked. He urged Lu An'an to hurry up and search him first, while Liao Zhi kept his head down and didn't dare to speak.

But to be honest, since I joined the class, Liao Zhi had never lifted his head.

Lu An'an, on the other hand, actually lowered her hand now and confidently turned her head to look at everyone, her face dotted with prominent acne.

Everyone had been holding their breath, wanting a result. When they saw Lu An'an stop, they became impatient and started clamoring:

"What are you doing? Hurry up!"

"Don't dawdle. Quickly expose the little devil. Watch me kill him!"

"It must be one of them. Hurry up!"

I calmly observed the two of them, and to be honest, I didn't think either of them fit the profile.

What surprised me was that many people took out weapons from their desks, all sorts of them, even many girls had them.

Suddenly, I felt scared and realized that these classmates were very unfamiliar to me. Was this still the school I knew?

Lu An'an smiled confidently and said, "Based on my deduction, criminals generally have extreme psychological tendencies. These individuals have usually been provoked in their lives, dissatisfied with life, and have accumulated negative experiences over a long period. For example, being bullied for a long time, lacking love for a long time, or experiencing long-term poverty. When a person can't feel love from the world, they will start to hate the world and its people and begin to plan and seek insane revenge."

"Therefore, I believe there's no need to search Cao Xiang. The little devil is Liao Zhi!"

Almost everyone in the class exclaimed in disbelief and stared at Liao Zhi.

Cao Xiang, sitting next to him, was so scared that he stood up and shouted, "Damn, so the little devil is you!"

I kept my gaze on Liao Zhi, and he continued to keep his head down, trembling all over.

It couldn't be, it couldn't be. Liao Zhi couldn't possibly be the little devil!

At that moment, Lu An'an, like a witch from ancient times, bewildered the crowd. I saw her confidently pinching a strand of Liao Zhi's hair.

I clearly saw Liao Zhi visibly tremble in fear.

At the same time, a message arrived in the WeChat group:

"Mission accomplished."