Shen Zhihao, a transfer student from high school, became famous on the first day he entered school.
On a rainy day, the whole class hid in the corridor and watched the excitement. He stood alone in the middle of the playground, put away his black umbrella and raised his hands horizontally.
Starting hand pose.
It's as standard as filming a costume drama.
"No, what is he doing?"
"Dancing with a sword in the rain?"
"Shen Jiahao! Shen Jiahao!"
Some laughed so hard that they squatted down, some held up their mobile phones to take pictures, and the physical education teacher's face turned dark.
Shen Zhihao had no expression on his face, raised the tip of his umbrella, and cut into the rain again and again.
The prompt from Game 749 came through the earphones:
[Counter command: Before the rain line closes, use the umbrella as a sword to cut off the seventh turning rain.
Three minutes later, Shen Zhihao closed his umbrella and left without even bothering to explain.
There was still laughter in the corridor.
Only Lin Jian was not smiling.
She saw a pale human face with a long neck lying in the rain curtain, sniffing down behind the squad leader.
And every time Shen Zhihao waved his umbrella, the thing became smaller.
The last sword fell.
It shattered in the rain.
It's not that Shen Zhihao wants to be a good person.
Bureau 749 calls this cognitive shift pollution.
The investigator privately called him even more wicked.
Pollution galore.
If Shen Zhihao doesn't do this, he will die.
And in this high school, the one in the rain was far more than just the one who wanted him dead.
