Horror Movie Set: This extra is too good at playing the tricks.

Chapter 20 Utility Knife

The dean of students sat on a leather sofa, his massive body like a mountain of flesh, squeezing out almost all the oxygen in the already limited counseling room.

He held a snow-white handkerchief in his hand and slowly wiped the dust-free lenses.

"Ms. Lin, please continue." The dean's voice was deep and resonant. "I'd like to hear your in-depth analysis of Su Ke."

Lin Xiaoxiao felt like a fish being pressed onto a chopping board, about to be chopped through, yet still forced to perform a somersault.

She took a deep breath, put on her perfect mask of a caring older sister again, and turned to the restless Su Ke.

"Su Ke, the director is here, this is a great opportunity for us to open up. You just mentioned the air quality wasn't very good, did you feel... it's too stuffy in here, making it hard to breathe?"

As Lin Xiaoxiao spoke, she used her peripheral vision to frantically hint to someone in the corner to pretend to check the socket's insulation.

Bao Ping understood immediately. He stood up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Oh dear, Teacher Lin is right. This room is indeed stuffy. I think there's a serious problem with the ventilation system. Director, for the sake of the students' health, I need to go downstairs and check the exhaust fans. We can't let the kids get suffocated."

As he spoke, he picked up his toolbox and started to inch his way toward the door.

"stop."

The two words were like two steel nails, firmly pinning Bao Ping's feet to the floor.

The head of discipline didn't even look up. "There are many 'hidden dangers' here. Master Bao, you'll check here slowly. No one is allowed to leave until you've finished."

With his avenue blocked, Bao Ping's face instantly contorted into a bitter expression. He slunk back to the corner and continued gesturing with the screwdriver at the power strip.

In the midst of this suffocating stalemate, a slight tremor came from the floor.

At first, it was just ripples in the water glass, but then a loud "boom" exploded from below, as if a raging beast was rampaging downstairs.

The head of student affairs stopped wiping his glasses.

......

Lu Dan grabbed a heavy desk, used his waist strength to slam it hard against the door.

"Bang!"

The desks disintegrated in mid-air, but that didn't stop the giant gecko monster. The monster, covered in foul-smelling slime, smashed through the back door of Class 4, Grade 12.

"Uncle, this thing has no sportsmanship! How can it drift?"

While yelling, Zhang Kai picked up two chairs and threw them one after another.

Although this guy is a bit dim-witted, his fighting ability is off the charts. Every chair he hits lands accurately on the gecko monster's ugly face. Although the damage is not high, the insult is extremely strong.

Lu Dan kept his mouth tightly shut, his eyes were calm, but his steps were extremely agile.

He used the densely packed desks and chairs in the classroom as cover, leading the gecko monster in circles within the small space.

He knew very well that every impact, every act of destruction, could trigger a chain reaction in another world.

......

On the other side, the third floor of the senior class (4) was originally filled with "model students" studying diligently.

Suddenly, an unseen, violent force swept in, causing the desks in the front row to explode out of thin air, sending splinters flying. Then, the students who were sitting and reading were struck as if by invisible cannonballs, their bodies snapped and sent flying.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

This was an invisible massacre; there were no killers, only the consequences.

These students, with smiles on their faces, were dismembered in mid-air, their severed arms still clutching pens, their perfect smiles unchanged even as their heads rolled to the ground.

In the psychological counseling room on the 4th floor, the dean of students suddenly stood up.

The dignity and composure on his face crumbled instantly, replaced by an extremely gloomy and violent expression.

He could feel the "order" he had carefully maintained being trampled on by a few rats downstairs.

"A bunch of...disobedient bad kids." The headmaster uttered these words through gritted teeth, strode open the door, and quickly moved towards the stairwell.

Lin Xiaoxiao felt cold sweat soaking through her clothes on her back.

opportunity.

"Master Bao, keep an eye on these two students, lock the door from the inside, and don't let anyone open it!"

Before Bao Ping could react, she had already rushed out of the counseling room like a gust of wind.

The corridor was empty; the head of student affairs had disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Lin Xiaoxiao stood in the corridor on the fourth floor of Building B and took out the utility knife that she had been hiding in her pocket.

This isn't some cheap stuff you can find for two yuan at a stationery store; it's a trump card she redeemed from the shop after spending a full three hundred points—equivalent to the minimum wage of three ordinary scripts.

[Props: A utility knife harboring a remnant soul]

[Effect: When you encounter a problem or crisis in the scenario, fully extending the blade might help you solve it...]

[Note: Be careful, it has a bad temper. Sometimes what it cuts isn't an enemy, but your finger.]

Lin Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, exerted force with her thumb, and with a crisp clicking sound, the blade was fully pushed out of the scabbard.

A chilling aura instantly seeped into her palm through the hilt of the knife. She felt her wrist being pulled forward uncontrollably by an invisible force.

The tip of the knife trembled slightly in the air before finally pointing dead at the open door to the dean's office at the end of the corridor.

......

Lu Dan and Zhang Kai had just rushed out of Class 4 of Senior Three from the other side when the gecko monster predicted their route. Its huge tail swept across and broke through the wall, blocking the way to the stairs.

"Uncle, go to Class 2!" Zhang Kai pointed to Class 2 of Senior Three at the other end of the corridor.

The two rushed towards Class 2 in a disheveled state, while the gecko monster behind them crawled rapidly, its limbs gripping the ground, less than half a meter away from Lu Dan's head.

The stench was so strong it almost made Lu Dan faint.

Just as that gaping maw full of sharp teeth was about to snap shut, the shadow beneath Lu Dan's feet began to boil violently.

It didn't want to die.

Without any warning, a figure as black as ink suddenly emerged from beneath Lu Dan's feet, its surging black resentment resembling a ball of inky flame blooming in the dead of night.

She faced the lunging gecko monster and stretched out her long, deadly claws.

"Rip—"

With a muffled thud as if cloth were being torn, the "roommate" in the shadows abruptly stopped the gecko monster in mid-air, gripping its upper and lower jaws tightly with both hands and slamming it to the ground.

"Well done, roommate!"

Lu Dan cheered inwardly, but his feet didn't stop. He seized the golden few seconds he had gained, grabbed the dumbfounded Zhang Kai, and ran into Class 2 of Senior Three.

He glanced at his watch; only 2 minutes and 30 seconds remained until the clock-in deadline. If he didn't find the clock-in machine within those 2 minutes, the rules would simply rip his head off and use it as a ball, without the gecko even needing to lift a finger.

......

Lin Xiaoxiao was dragged into the dean's office by a utility knife.

The office was empty, with a trophy gleaming coldly on the table.

The utility knife in my hand trembled violently, emitting a buzzing sound. The traction became violent and urgent.

"Over there?"

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the white wall behind the desk with the calligraphy "Peach and Plum Trees All Over the World" hanging on it. Then, she gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands, used all her strength to leap out, and the utility knife flew out of her hand, turning into a black streak of light.

"Pfft."

A soft sound, as if piercing a layer of window paper.

The utility knife had somehow burrowed into the seemingly impenetrable white wall, leaving only the handle sticking out.

Immediately afterward, a fine crack began to spread from the hilt of the knife, like black lightning crawling across the entire wall.

The sound of gears turning came from behind the wall...