Global Collapse-Chapter 635 - 603: Thinking of Your Fluid _1

The sun beat down from above.

But at this moment, Teacher Slaughter felt an incredible chill.

He stared wide-eyed at the five children stuck to the ground beneath his feet.

Yes, "stuck" was not an exaggeration to describe their state. The children were face down, their faces almost glued to the ground.

From afar, Teacher Slaughter couldn't quite make out the scene, but now, as he approached the children, he could plainly see a small pool of blood seeping out from under them.

The bodies lay on the ground, motionless.

For a moment, Teacher Slaughter even suspected the children were just playing a prank.

After staring blankly at the bodies for several minutes, he finally confirmed that these children were no longer alive; they had become corpses.

"What happened!"

How did they die?

Were they killed by a beast that escaped the forbidden zone? No, the protections here are strong; those creatures couldn't get in.

Besides, those killed by beasts don't die this way.

Were they killed by someone?!

Who killed them?

Teacher Slaughter's mouth fell open involuntarily as well. He felt something slide down his forehead. Reaching up, he wiped away sweat from his brow.

For Upper-Class People, the world was usually quite secure.

It had been many years since an Upper-Class person was last murdered.

The last Upper-Class person to be killed was three years ago—if one didn't count the unfortunate Order Guard from the final round of the Slaughter Game.

Teacher Slaughter pulled his thoughts back from these memories and looked at the five corpses on the ground, feeling his back grow clammy.

Cold sweat made his clothes cling to his back. It was the first time he had encountered the death of an Upper-Class person, and seeing five at once naturally made him anxious.

Teacher Slaughter stared at the bodies on the ground for a few seconds more, then abruptly looked up at the top of the building.

They fell from above. Someone pushed them off...

Who was it?

The slightly dazzling sunlight shone into his eyes. From this spot, he could only see the edge of the rooftop, where several large vacuum bags swung in the wind.

Teacher Slaughter knew they were the children's creations; the rooftop was their playground. They would often take Lower-Class People up there to work on inventions.

Wait, they often took Lower-Class People up there...

Teacher Slaughter recalled the events that took place backstage just before the carnival began.

These children had taken a liking to a Lower-Class person and wanted to take them away. Of course, they didn't get their way and had reluctantly left backstage.

But Teacher Slaughter knew these children's temperaments well; he knew they wouldn't give up until they got what they wanted. They would most likely have returned to find that Lower-Class person.

Although he hadn't paid much attention to the show, he had noted the Lower-Class People who went on stage.

By the time Teacher Slaughter left the audience, the show was onto its third performance, but that Lower-Class person had not yet appeared. That person must have been taken away by these children, Teacher Slaughter had been thinking, right before he turned and saw these corpses.

Was it that Lower-Class person? The thought suddenly struck Teacher Slaughter.

No, how could it be? Lower-Class People don't have the courage or the ability.

Even though he immediately discarded this thought, Teacher Slaughter couldn't stop the image of that person from appearing in his mind.

He couldn't help but recall the appearance of that Lower-Class person.

When he had first seen that person, he had felt a strange sense of familiarity, but as the person was wearing a mask, he couldn't discern if he had seen them before.

While pondering, Teacher Slaughter took a few steps back, distancing himself from the corpses on the ground. "In any case, people have died here; the carnival can't go on."

At this moment, a strange emotion surged within him, dissipating some of his anxiety.

Looking at the bodies on the ground, Teacher Slaughter felt rather smug. "Since the collapse of the forbidden zone, the carnival has become the most popular show. But with such a mess this time, I'm not sure if the carnival can continue."

Even before the Slaughter Game was canceled, Teacher Slaughter had deeply disliked this Circus. After all, they were competitors; it was perfectly normal for him not to see eye to eye with them.

After the forbidden zone collapsed, the unemployed Teacher Slaughter was assigned here, which made him extraordinarily frustrated yet helpless.

He hated this Circus, hated the carnival which always hogged the limelight.

But now, he finally had a chance to stir up some trouble.

Teacher Slaughter took several more steps backward and then turned around.

With a final glance at the bodies on the ground from the corner of his eye, he hurried towards the carnival hall.

He mustered all his strength, preparing to shout in the hall with a loud voice, "Something terrible happened! A child has been killed outside!"

Along the way, Teacher Slaughter couldn't help but open his mouth, silently rehearsing.

Something terrible happened! Outside, there is...

Just as he was rehearsing and imagining people's reactions, a hand suddenly extended from behind him and forcefully covered his mouth.

Then, he felt an arm circle around his neck, violently dragging him backward.

Teacher Slaughter couldn't breathe and was forced to shuffle backward with the person behind him.

In that instant, many thoughts raced through his mind.

Is it the murderer?

Who is he? Does he want to kill me?

At this moment, the image of that Lower-Class person emerged in his mind, filling his head with an inexplicable fear.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before the person behind him let go. By now, Teacher Slaughter had been dragged into a corridor.

Realizing he could breathe again, Teacher Slaughter immediately jumped forward, ran a few more steps, and didn't dare to look back until he was out of the corridor.

When he saw the person who had brought him here, Teacher Slaughter was so furious he almost laughed.

"Why is it you!" he yelled furiously at the person in front of him.

Lu Yi adjusted his slightly askew hat. "Who else could it be? Who did you think it was?"

Teacher Slaughter was slightly startled, then vehemently shook his head, clearing the image from his mind.

Only after he had calmed down a bit did Teacher Slaughter speak in a sarcastic tone, "Heh, you must have seen those bodies outside, right? Did you bring me here to prevent me from going inside to report?"

Teacher Slaughter touched his neck, which bore red marks from the chokehold. "You're scared."

"And rightfully so. With this, your Circus has had its second incident involving harm to Upper-Class People. It's questionable whether the Circus can even reopen after the severe rectification it's sure to undergo."

Teacher Slaughter felt a certain satisfaction. The destruction of the forbidden zone had forced the Slaughter Game to cease, yet the Circus thrived. This struck him as deeply unfair.

He stroked his throat while looking over at Lu Yi.

But there was no panic on the ringmaster's face, as if it didn't matter to him whether the Circus could reopen or not.

Not only was Lu Yi not panicking, but he also showed no other expression. He looked very calm, as if no murder had occurred outside.

Teacher Slaughter frowned. "What kind of expression is that? Upper-Class People died on your territory, and you have no reaction?"

Teacher Slaughter didn't mourn the children's deaths; he was merely eager to watch the drama unfold. He continued in a taunting tone, "You won't catch the murderer this time either, will you? Just like three years ago..."

"I know who it is," Lu Yi suddenly interjected.

"What?"

Teacher Slaughter didn't react immediately; it took him a few seconds to understand Lu Yi's words.

"You know who the murderer is?" Teacher Slaughter furrowed his brows. From the moment he discovered the bodies, he had considered who the murderer might be, but he couldn't come up with any suitable suspects.

Lu Yi's voice continued, "You know him. Very well."

I know him? Very well? Teacher Slaughter looked puzzled. Various faces of Upper-Class People flashed through his mind, but he felt that none of them had a motive to commit the crime.

"Come with me. You'll see him soon."

While Teacher Slaughter was still pondering, his shoulder was suddenly grabbed. Lu Yi forcefully dragged him towards the stairs. "I think you must miss him a great deal. You'll be in for a big surprise when you see him."

Upon hearing this, Teacher Slaughter frowned deeper. He didn't seem to have any friends he missed that much.