Chapter 444 You Are Not My Only Friend

I hold a pen because my pen is made of fantasy bubbles, which is the most suitable for me. You hold a pen because you want to imitate me. Although we look the same in appearance, you and I are not in the same class at all. The gap between you and me is too big.

What's more, I can use more than just the pen. This is my fantasy world and I can use everything here.

Suo Wuchen picked up the bench and knocked Song Chaoyang to the ground, then pulled out a rapier from his pen and pierced his heart.

Song Chaoyang was lying in a pool of blood, dying.

"Teacher, you are a greedy person. Why didn't you think of not confronting me head-on? A greedy person will do something that is not good for himself. Do you regret it?"

Song Chaoyang only cares about two kinds of benefits: fame and wealth. He is the head teacher of the graduating class, and if the students get high scores, both benefits will be within his reach.

At first, Suo Wuchen said that he was blinded by greed, and he felt deeply wronged. Which person who was blinded by greed would arrive at school at 7:30 in the morning and leave school at 10:30 at night?

In the eyes of his colleagues, he is a responsible head teacher. In the eyes of his students, he is an excellent teacher who can teach good results. In the eyes of his parents, he is an experienced educator. How can this be a case of greed?

However, at this moment, he understood the true meaning of "blinded by greed". He coveted small profits but ignored the crucial big profits. He was angered by his students and died in the decisive battle. This behavior was completely in line with being blinded by greed.

Song Chaoyang burst into tears and said, "I regret it."

Suo Wuchen only glanced at him and denied his answer, "You lied, but you don't regret it. I will give you ten minutes of life. You will forget everything that happened in the fantasy world. Please go back!"

Whether you regret it or not, now that things have come to this point, I can't let you live for too long.

In the value system of the life extender, the life span of ordinary people is defaulted to 100 years. Song Chaoyang is 45 years old, and has 55 years left to live.

Suo Wuchen reset Song Chaoyang's lifespan to ten minutes. At the same time, he felt a slightly warm air flow through his body. A small part of it was intercepted by the heart, and most of it was dispersed throughout the body.

Brain death is true death in the medical sense. The life extender replaces the "brain" with the "heart" and starts a second life.

Suo Wuchen lifted the bench again, and the bench became "lighter".

The illusion recedes, and it is like waking up from a dream.

In the real world, less than two seconds had passed.

Song Chaoyang was still cheering everyone up: "The pass rate for the first-tier universities in our class must reach 70%, and all students must pass the second-tier universities. Don't think this is difficult..."

Suo Wuchen listened to his nonsense with a smile, feeling very happy. When a man is about to die, his words are good. You continue to talk, I am listening, anyway, you can only talk for another ten minutes.

Another two minutes passed and the morning self-study ended.

The moment Song Chaoyang walked out of the classroom, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. It was like a person being locked in a secret room, with water seeping out of the ground, soaking his feet, submerging his knees, exceeding his waist, and reaching his chest. It was foreseeable that death was imminent.

Suo Wuchen was merciful after all and gave him an intuition that a disaster was about to happen, asking him to prepare for his funeral. As for whether he could seize this last chance, it was still unknown.

After returning to the office, Song Chaoyang immediately called his wife and explained the funeral arrangements in detail.

On the other side of the screen, Chen Lin was puzzled. Her husband was fine when he left home in the morning, so how could he...become ill on the first day of school? What kind of danger could there be in school? His health was fine, and he had just had a physical examination last year.

"Were you hit by a car?"

"It's okay, I'm fine. These things have to be said sooner or later. If you make it clear today, you won't have to worry about it in the future." Her husband's voice was calm and powerful. He should not be seriously injured or dying. Her heart was temporarily relieved. She patiently listened to his "will", although she didn't know it was a will at that time.

The call lasted for several minutes. When he had finished what he wanted to say, he hung up the phone excitedly, but then he sat in a chair powerlessly waiting to die. He closed his eyes, and became confused and depressed in the endless darkness until he passed away.

His colleagues thought he had fallen asleep.

Getting up early to go to school, it is not only the students who doze off, but also the teachers. The head teacher of the senior class has a much harder job than the senior students, working seven days a week, which is not in line with the normal life pattern of people, but due to the pressure of life, they have to make things difficult for each other.

He "slept" for a whole class and no one woke him up.

The second class in the morning was his class, but he didn't wake up, so there was no teacher for that class.

Suo Wuchen knew that Song Chaoyang was dead. He was slightly upset, but soon calmed down. You were my prey, which means that if you died accidentally, you would definitely come back to life because of your obsession with "greed". From this point of view, you are definitely not innocent. Even if you are innocent, it won't change anything.

No matter what kind of class it is, if the teacher is not in the class, it will be a mess. The absence of the teacher is itself a topic worth discussing. People discuss this topic and the noise they make spreads through the wall to the neighboring class.

Birth is often accompanied by crying, and so is death.

The students did not receive the news of their teacher's death, and Chen Lin was not the first person to learn of her husband's death. This incident happened quietly, but for some people, such things happen too often, so often that they have become commonplace and accustomed to it.

"Ms. Chen, I'm from the Dead Management Bureau. Your husband is already brain dead and has no value for treatment. The Bureau has decided to stop his life."

"I disagree. I want to meet him. The news said that people who are brain dead can be revived. There are such cases."

"I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm informing you. I hope you can face reality. Goodbye."

The young executor Zhang Tang felt upset when he heard the crying coming from the other end of the phone, and then he cut off the call without mercy. His mission was completed. Communicating in detail with the family of the deceased was the business of the court, not the death penalty bureau.

The families of the deceased are extremely stupid, and they don't care about the overall situation or themselves. Not to mention that there is no possibility of saving this kind of brain death, even if it can be saved, the medical expenses required are not something that ordinary people can afford.

I stop their lives, which is a good deed, a kind thing. Ending one life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.

Next to him lay a dead body, dead from brain to heart.

He had already done a great deed before he made the call. No matter what the family of the deceased thinks, this matter is irreversible. I will extinguish your last flame of hope.

Zhang Tang sneered and sighed: "A mere high school teacher shouldn't be considered guilty of a heinous crime, how could he end up like this?"

Another executor quickly reminded him: "This is not something we can interfere with. To put it bluntly, the Bureau of Dead Souls is a servant of the Bureau of Dead Souls. The bigwigs of the Bureau of Dead Souls have unlimited power, which is beyond our control."

It was hard to find a job these days, so Zhang Tang didn’t care much whether he was a slave or not. It didn’t matter who he worked for.

Moreover, although the Death Control Bureau is controlled by the Death Control Bureau, it also has connections with the world, many times more powerful than any Fortune 500 company. The top leaders of the Death Control Bureau can even decide the appointment and removal of the president of a small country. Just based on this point, this job is extraordinary.

He asked again: "Have you seen those big shots?"

The man shook his head and said, "Even the big guys above haven't seen it, how can a small guy like me see it?"

"But……"

(End of this chapter)