Global Collapse

Chapter 604 The Liquid of Missing You
The sun in the sky is very big.

But at this moment, the teacher felt an icy chill.

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

Indeed, the word "sticky" is not an exaggeration at all; several children were lying face down, their faces almost glued to the ground.

When he was at a distance, Teacher Killer couldn't see clearly, but now that he was in front of the children, he could see a small circle of blood oozing from under them.

Several people were placed on the ground, motionless.

For a moment, the teacher even suspected that the children were playing a prank.

He stared blankly at the human bodies at his feet for several minutes before he realized that the children were no longer alive; they had become corpses.

"what happened!"

How did they die?

Killed by monsters that escaped the restricted area? No, the defenses here are very good; those monsters can't get in.

Moreover, people killed by monsters wouldn't die in this way.

Was he murdered?!

Who killed him?
The teacher's mouth involuntarily opened as he felt something slide down his forehead. When he reached up and wiped it, he found it was sweat on his forehead.

For the upper class, the world is quite safe.

There have been no cases of upper-class people being deliberately murdered in the world for many years.

The last upper class member was killed three years ago—not counting the unfortunate Order Guard in the final episode of Killing Game.

The teacher pulled himself out of his memories and looked at the five corpses on the ground, feeling a sticky sensation on his back.

A light sweat made his clothes cling tightly to his back. It was the first time he had seen the upper class die in front of him, so he couldn't help but feel nervous, especially since five of them had died at once.

The teacher stared at the object on the ground for a few more seconds, then suddenly looked up at the rooftop.

"They fell from up there, someone pushed them down..."

who is it?

The slightly glaring sunlight shone into his eyes. From here, he could only see the edge of the rooftop, and he saw several huge vacuum bags swaying in the wind.

The teacher knew these were the children's creations; the rooftop was their playground, where they often took the lower classes to invent things.

Wait, they often take the lower classes there...

The teacher, Killer, recalled what happened backstage before the carnival even started.

These children took a liking to a lowly person and wanted to take him away, but of course they didn't succeed in the end and left the backstage area unwillingly.

But the teacher knew the children's temperament well. He knew that these kids wouldn't give up easily if they didn't achieve their goal, and they would most likely go backstage to find that inferior person.

Although he didn't watch the show properly, he did pay attention to the lower-class people who went on stage.

When the teacher left the audience, the third performance had already taken place on stage, but the inferior person still hadn't appeared. He had just been thinking that the person must have been taken away by the children, but when he turned around, he saw these corpses.

"Was it that lowlife who did it?" The thought suddenly popped into Teacher Killer's mind.

No, how could that be? Lower-class people don't have the guts or the ability.

Although he immediately dismissed the idea, the image of that person kept appearing in Teacher Killer's mind.

He couldn't help but recall what that lower-class person looked like.

He had a strange sense of familiarity when he first saw that person, but because the other person was wearing a mask, he couldn't tell whether he had seen that person before or not.

As he thought this, the teacher took a few steps back, moving away from the corpses on the ground: "In any case, people have died here, so the carnival can't go on."

At that moment, a strange emotion welled up from the bottom of his heart, easing his tension somewhat.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, the Killing Teacher was actually somewhat relieved: "After the collapse of the restricted area, the circus carnival became people's favorite show. However, with such a big mess this time, it's uncertain whether the carnival can still be held in the future."

Even before the Killing Game ended, Killing Teacher disliked the circus from the bottom of his heart. After all, they were competitors, so it was quite normal for them to dislike each other.

Later, the restricted area collapsed, and the unemployed killer teacher was assigned here, which made him feel extremely frustrated but helpless. He hated this circus, hated the carnival that took all the glory.

Now he finally has the opportunity to do something sneaky.

The teacher took a few steps back and then turned around.

He glanced at the corpses on the ground one last time out of the corner of his eye, then strode eagerly toward the carnival hall.

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

The teacher even unconsciously opened his mouth and practiced silently on the way.

"Something's wrong! There's someone outside..."

Just as he was practicing and imagining people's reactions, a hand suddenly reached out from behind him and abruptly covered his mouth.

Then he felt an arm choke his neck and drag him backward with great force.

The teacher, choked and unable to breathe, could only take small, quick steps, backing away with the person behind him.

In that instant, he thought of many things.

"Is he the murderer?"

"Who is he? He wants to kill me?"

At that moment, the image of that lowly person suddenly appeared in his mind, and a nameless fear filled his entire head.

Fortunately, the person behind him let go not long after, and the teacher who had been killing had been taken to a stairwell.

Realizing he could breathe again, Teacher Killer immediately jumped forward and ran several steps, only daring to look back when he reached outside the building.

When the teacher finally saw who had brought him there, he was so angry he almost burst out laughing.

"How could it be you!" he roared angrily at the person in front of him.

Louis adjusted his slightly askew hat: "Who else could it be? Who do you want to know?"

The teacher was slightly taken aback, then shook his head violently to shake the image out of his mind.

After calming down a bit, the murderous teacher spoke sarcastically: "Heh, you saw those corpses outside too, didn't you? You brought me here to prevent me from going in and complaining?"

The murderous teacher, clutching his neck where red marks had been drawn from being strangled, said, "You're scared."

"That's true. Including this incident, this is the second time that an upper-class person has been murdered at your circus. After this incident, the circus will definitely be severely reorganized, and it's questionable whether it can even reopen."

The Killing Teacher was somewhat smug. The destruction of the forbidden zone meant the killing game could no longer continue, but the circus was thriving, which made him very resentful.

He touched his neck and looked at Louis across from him.

The ringmaster showed no sign of panic, as if the opening of the circus was of no importance to him.

Moreover, Louis showed no panic or other expression on his face; he appeared perfectly calm, as if no murder had occurred outside.

The teacher frowned: "What's with that expression? You don't even react to the death of an upper-class person on your turf?"

The murderous teacher felt no pity for the children's deaths; he only wanted to watch the spectacle. He continued in a mocking tone, "They won't catch the killer this time either, will they? Just like three years ago..."

“I know who it is,” Louis suddenly said.

what?
The teacher didn't react for a moment; he was stunned for a few seconds before he understood what Louis meant.

"Do you know who the murderer is?" The murderous teacher frowned. He had considered the question of who the murderer was the moment he discovered the body, but he couldn't find a suitable suspect.

Louis's voice continued: "You know him, you're very familiar with him."

Do I know them? Are we very close? The murderous teacher's expression was somewhat blank. The faces of the upper class flashed through his mind, but he felt that these people had no motive for committing the crime.

"Come with me, and you'll see him soon."

As the teacher was still thinking, Louis grabbed his shoulder and pulled him forcefully toward the stairs, saying, "I think you must miss him a lot. You'll be very surprised when you see him."

Upon hearing this, Teacher Killer's brows furrowed even deeper; it seemed he didn't have any friends he particularly missed.

(End of this chapter)