MTL - Global University Entrance Examination-Chapter 2 Proctor

Confused, kicked the aluminum pot filled with charcoal in the corner, and the old cautiously lit a fire, reflecting the orange-red hearth.

Yu Wen squatted by the hearth and threw down wooden branches in despair.

The flames shook, and he looked dullly for a while, feeling that it was necessary to talk to someone before he died. As soon as he looked up, he saw his brother standing by the side and roasting his hands, with a lack of interest and indifference.

Yu Wen considered it for two seconds and decided to die quietly.

"Well, what?" Old Yu suddenly made a noise.

Yougu glanced over there.

"I don't know what to call you." Old Yu patted the belly of a woman with a big belly: "How are you holding your belly up? How can you be in a daze and froze here? It's not too particular about the past, roast. Don't take the cold, look back Both lose. "

The woman with a big belly heard the words for a while and burst into tears.

Older startled: "What are you doing, what is this?"

The woman cried lowly, "I don't know if I have a life ..."

Having said that, she moved her chair and sat by the fire.

The woman cried for a while and finally stopped. She yelled at Yu Yu with a strong nose and said, "Yes, just call me Yu Yao."

Lao Yu worked hard and made two sounds, relieved: "I didn't expect to be my family, I think you and me ..."

He glanced at Yuyou and watched him with a tongue. He changed his tongue and said, "... The son is almost old and very destined. We turn back out of this ghost place, and we will give you a big red envelope to make the mother and child safe. "

The tattooed man murmured with a somber face: "It's **** this time, and there is a chat about interest ... fuck!"

When they heard the words, they looked stiff and spread apart, rummaging around the room.

It's just that everyone else is running on the topic, the tattooed man runs on all kinds of self-defense hunting gear.

Wandering Station didn't go away. He warmed his hands, wiped the wall with the title, and lowered his head on the stove.

There were a few bottles and jars on it, a pile of blackened coins, a few strangely shaped pebbles, scattered chicken feathers, and even a moldy pacifier that was missing in some century.

Yu Wen did not dare to look away and did not dare to move.

He remembered the words the teacher had told him before the college entrance examination, so that when they had no clue, they would read the questions several times. So he pestered in front of the wall, muttering repeatedly.

"A group of tourists came to Snow Mountain ..."

"Tourist ..."

"Snow Mountain ..."

"hiss……"

After finishing the chanting, I found that the room was extremely quiet, and everyone looked at him with a breath.

Yu Wen: "... I just miss it."

The old man has the problems that traditional parents have. When there are many people, I hope that my child will be a monkey: "Did you think of something? Tell me?"

Yu Wen rolled his eyes: "No."

Everyone was disappointed, and they continued to flip the boxes.

Only the tattooed man persisted. He looked at Yu Wen suspiciously: "Isn't it? Don't you think of something hidden?"

Yu Wen: "Why am I hiding?"

The tattooed man stared at his eyes for a while, and made people very unhappy.

"Okay, preferably not."

This little hooligan may be threatening, and he is not pleased. After that, he turned his head and turned to hunting gear.

Yu Wen silently stretched out a **** and said in his heart: silly than.

This student was an adult just before the college entrance examination and was at the peak of narcissism. I felt that the world was as silly as possible, and my dad was not immune. The only exception was confusion.

In fact, he became familiar with Youchao, just in the past two years. Old Yu said that before he was seduced, he was staying abroad to recuperate, and then he would return home from time to time. Every time I come back, I will go to his house for two days.

Two days and two days added up, and it didn't take long.

But Yu Wen still learned something by virtue of the research spirit that has never been used for study.

For example, the memorable memory is a bit problematic, and he has no impression of people who have encountered something in a few years. It's because of this.

Another example is that several elders in the family are a little afraid of him.

This was really inexplicable to Yu Wen. He asked a few times before, and Yu said that he never thought about doing business all day.

Over time, he felt it was normal again.

After all, even the little hooligan who just met in this room was a little afraid of confusion.

With his brother beside him, Yu Wenben planned to call a board with the tattooed hooligan and anger him twice. As a result, he found that the confusion disappeared.

Yu Wen: "... what about people?"

Yuyao, who had a big belly, asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Her body was inconvenient to move frequently, and she could not turn around the house.

Yu Wen: "My brother."

Yu Yao: "He went there."

She punched the other end of the room.

This room is actually not small. There are three rooms on the first floor and the living room. There is also an old wooden ladder in the shadow of the corner, which is connected to the small attic above.

It's really too much stuff, and it's so dim and crowded that it's crowded with so many people.

The bedroom doors on the ground floor are locked, and the locks are rusty and weird.

What's even weirder is that there is a **** hanging on one door and a hen hanging on one.

The two chickens were drained of blood, but their feathers were neatly combed, and their heads were rushed in the same direction, looking at a weird thrill.

When he smelled it, confusion stood in the shadow by the door.

Scarier than chicken.

"Brother, what do you feel in your hand?" Yu Wen rubbed goose bumps.

"Haven't you seen the axe?" He raised his eyes lazily.

"Have seen ..."

Yu Wenxin said that he was panicked only after seeing it. Why are you axe?

I don't even care about it, the confusion is loosely pinching the small hand axe, and the thumb of the other hand caressing the blade indifferently.

"Turn around the room, think of a clue?" He asked without looking up.

"Ah?" Yu Wen was a little confused, "What should I think of?"

Confused looking at him.

He was tall and always looked down. The eyes are clear and light brown, the eyelids are thin, and they look good, but when there is no expression, there is a sense of indistinct distance.

It's hard to say, I can't feel the affection anyway.

Yu Wen persuaded: "You give an example."

Bewildered: "What are the questions related to Snow Mountain?"

Yu Wen: "... I don't know."

Bewildered: "You didn't go to school?"

Yu Wen: "Get on ..."

Bewildered: "Give it to the dog?"

Yu Wen: "Learned some skills ... The shortest three-long and short-long elections, the longest three-short and long-term elections, and two long and two short-term elections are b, and inconsistent elections c. Basic physics.

Bewildered: "..."

Yu Wen: "One more point is crucial."

Bewildered: "..."

Yu Wen: "Learn to give up."

Bewildered: "Get out."

Yu Wen suspected that if he went on, the axe would stick in his forehead, and he shut up.

His dear cousin finally retracted his eyes and was too lazy to look at him again.

After a while, Yu Wen didn't hold back, and asked another question: "Brother, what are you doing with this?"

"Look for a pen." After confusion, he gave a slightly disgusting sigh, and threw the small palm axe into a waste bucket.

Yu Wen stared at the axe: "What is it looking for ????"

Perplexed, "Pen."

Yu Wen felt that there must be a madness between him and you.

However, He did not bother him much, and climbed up the attic along the wooden ladder after speaking.

Picking and picking, time went so fast.

The red paint on the wall always inadvertently changed shape, from 6 to 5, and then to 4.

The time for the first rewinding is getting closer, and everyone is getting more and more anxious. No clue, no clue, and there is something like a countdown to the college entrance examination hanging there.

Under high pressure, there will always be people rushing to the doctor.

When confusing down from the attic, the big-bellied woman Yu Yao was dipping a small black bottle in her hand and writing something on the answering wall.

A strong sour smell emanated from the bottle, like long-term inferior ink, but the color was a little different from the ink.

It may be due to the yellow light, a bit rusty brown.

"I ... Is it okay for me to write like this ..." Yu Yao looked awkward, his voice panicking, as if asking for confirmation from others, "It has nothing to do with physics ..."

"The title has no information at all, who knows what can score!" A bald little middle-aged man with a somber face scolded: "I suspect there is no **** right answer! Now it is empty and empty, wait until the end of six hours , Empty or empty, can't run left and right to die. "

He stared at Yao Yao again: "Do you have the courage to write? I have the courage to come!"

Yu Yaose winced, and his wet fingers fell on the wall.

She made two strokes, but found that the water at her fingertips did not leave any marks on the wooden and stone walls, and the strokes disappeared as soon as they were written.

Accompanied by extremely subtle sound of water.

It's like being swallowed by that answer wall ...

"I, I can't write ..." Yu Yao panicked.

"How is that possible! Insufficient ink?" The bald head rushed forward, dipped a full finger in the ink bottle, and drew strongly on the answer wall.

The result is exactly the same as before.

The long cricket had disappeared before it reached its end.

The subtle sound of water was looming again.

The baldhead stung for a while, and the emotion suddenly lost control: "No ... why can't I write it? There must be not enough ink ... not enough ink ... right ..."

He reached for the ink bottle.

Seeing a whole bottle of ink about to be splashed on the wall, the bald hand was suddenly held down.

He turned around and looked at him contemptuously, drinking impatiently, "Don't go crazy, the wall isn't right!"

Baldness struggled subconsciously twice, his face flushed and he couldn't pull his hand back.

"Yu Wen." You turned around, "Give me the linen near the wall."

The bald head blushed with a thick neck to fight him: "What are you doing ?!"

He confused one-handedly and tied a knot, and twitched around him ... tied his arms and hands together.

Yu Wen was stunned: "Brother ... what did you do before? Why are you so skilled?"

Bewildered light eyes glanced at him.

Yu Wen remembered this ... his brother may not even know it.

The bald head was thrown on the broken sofa, bewildering to re-cover the bottle of "ink" which did not know what it was.

When the bottle cap was tightened, everyone in the room heard a soft sigh.

"Who?!"

The cold hair of all the people stood up.

After the last stain on the answer wall disappeared, an extra line suddenly appeared in the original blank place:

Violation warning: No qualified test stationery has been used and the proctor has been notified.

Invigilator: 001, 154, 922

The rooster crowed suddenly inside the room.

Yu Wen almost screamed in shock. He grabbed his brother's sleeve and looked down at the source of the sound.

The neck of the **** hanging on the door turned a twisted angle, and his stare eyes stared at the door.

When you lift your feet, you will walk to the door, Yu Yu will fall on his sleeve like a dead dog, trying to drag him. In the end, he was taken to the gate together.

Outside the window, in the heavy snow of the wind-swept seats, three figures approached quietly.

The headed man was tall, with short black hair and a slim coat. Even the silhouette can be seen as a tall and straight figure. When he came to the door, a gust of wind passed by, and the snow and fog were blinded.

He blinked down and blinked, and the snow particles fell from his eyebrows. When he raised his eyes again, Wu Shen's eyes were a little snowy, and he just collided with the confusion in the house.

Bemused touched the earrings almost unconsciously.

Yu Wen gently hummed with a mosquito in his ear and asked, "Don't you know?"

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