SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 122 - 122 122 The Scent of Blood on the Note_1

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: The Scent of Blood on the Note_1 Chapter 122: Chapter 122: The Scent of Blood on the Note_1 I can’t be seen, I can’t be seen, I can’t be seen…

Colin lowered his gaze and kept his eyes on the back of a female classmate’s head, endlessly chanting in his mind.

Although he had anticipated this segment, he couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous when it arrived.

“Very few students! Knowing what class it is and yet not even taking out your textbooks, it seems you are quite confident about the upcoming lesson, well then, very good…”

The female teacher, holding a long ruler and clutching a plastic protractor, surveyed the room with a sharp gaze and began to speak in a cold tone:

“First row, table seven, the student on the right, please stand up and answer the teacher’s question.”

Could it really not be me?

Colin felt a tingling sensation on his scalp when he heard the teacher mention “very few students,” recalling the fear once dominated by teachers.

And it was only then he noticed that he, too, seemed to have forgotten his book, being too preoccupied with the “Gene Compensation Panel” to remember these things…

However, to his surprise, the first person to be called upon wasn’t him.

His seat was in the fourth row from the back, near the window, a far cry from the other person’s…

Colin glanced sideways and saw a male student hesitantly stand up—another employee?

But it was at first glance that he made out this particular detail…

First, although the person had the appearance of a student, his demeanor didn’t seem youthful, having a kind of maturity that’s typically… worn smooth with age.

Second, Colin could faintly distinguish through the smell that, among the monsters in the class, it was this called-up classmate who smelled like a human…

But he didn’t know which employee this person was precisely.

“If he can’t answer, it’s hard to tell what kind of punishment will be triggered. Will it be an instant death on the spot or a trip to the office to be bent over?”

As Colin pondered, he quietly pulled out a brand-new-looking math textbook from his drawer.

Meanwhile, the other “employee” struggled to answer the teacher’s question; the relevant knowledge had likely been gradually returned to his high school teachers over four years of college…

Answering some details of sophomore knowledge was clearly not possible.

“What’s the matter? Can’t remember or something?” the teacher with the imposing demeanor tapped the blackboard twice with the ruler.

The employee held his breath, his hand reaching into the jacket pocket of his uniform. After a moment of silence, he finally said, “I… don’t know.”

“Hmm.”

The teacher nodded and said nothing more but suddenly shifted her gaze to the other side: “Fourth row, the last desk, by the window there, you seemed rather pleased when you saw a student unable to answer the question?

“Come on, since you appear so confident, answer the teacher’s question.”

Upon hearing this, Colin’s expression froze. He was just looking, how was he ‘rather pleased’?

He wished he hadn’t looked at all…

[Clearly, the math teacher had noticed your little actions and used a trivial excuse to have you answer a question. Although your mind is blank, without any content, you know…]

[Answering incorrectly might cause trouble, but not answering at all would definitely cause trouble.]

Following this piece of narration, Colin felt an alertness in his heart, as if staying seated a moment longer would lead to something bad happening immediately.

Reluctantly, he slowly stood up from his chair, preparing to admit his ignorance just like the other employee had done.

As he was about to speak, his hand also slipped into his pocket, quietly gripping “Time Stasis,” ready to trigger a Time Stop at the first sign of danger…

However, at that moment, Colin suddenly saw the female classmate in front of him quietly raise her math textbook…

There was a section of text marked with a red line on it, concerning the knowledge about complex numbers…

Colin fell silent for a moment, then proceeded to answer according to the text.

“Not bad, take a seat.”

Upon hearing the teacher’s words, Colin breathed a sigh of relief and plopped back into his seat, feeling a sense of fortunate survival despite the current scene not seeming too terrifying—yet the sense of danger he felt was no less than in the Other World.

However, Colin’s brow furrowed slightly right after. Had he been saved by an “abnormality”?

This…

Was it part of the “script’s” plan?

Colin was unsure, not knowing if there was some other, more dangerous arrangement behind the scenes.

Meanwhile, after Colin sat down, the female teacher did not stop but chose another student to stand and be questioned…

“Third row, fourth desk on the right, you seem to understand as well. I’ll change the question for you, do you know…”

Another colleague? When Colin saw the person stand up, he quickly distinguished through his sense of smell that this person was also one of the monsters among them.

“Are the monsters here intentionally singling all of us out? I didn’t notice before, but there are already several classmates, no, several colleagues in the class.”

Colin thought to himself, quietly noting the two who were called to stand, planning to confirm their identities after class.

Considering the difficulty of the task at hand, he didn’t expect that the other employees were still alive…

When the third colleague was called out, Colin saw that the fourth person chosen was a girl, and to his surprise, she seemed to be human.

“Wasn’t it said that only men could enter?”

Colin’s expression was puzzled as he continued to observe secretly.

Before long, the question session before class ended. Of the four who were called out, one answered correctly, while three did not…

This “Passionate Paradise” had also come prepared…

Colin shook his head inwardly; the four of them should have been enough to take down a third-stage Beast Transformation Syndrome creature.

Unexpectedly, they all crashed out on some simple math knowledge.

It seems that everyone’s knowledge reinforcement was done well.

“Alright, you can sit down too. Pay attention to the class. High school is a bit more pressing. When you get to university, it will relax, and then you can play however you want without us managing you…”

“I won’t say more; learning is for you, not for me.”

“Now, everyone take out your textbooks; today, we will learn the last unit of the second semester of the senior year.”

After a few cold remarks, the math teacher let the two sit down without mentioning any punishment, but this made them all the more uneasy, suspecting she might be planning something more sinister…

But there was no time to dwell on these thoughts, as the math class had already begun.

Colin listened while opening his textbook, scanning the math book for key points.

He had already learned these things before, and now, going through them again, he understood many concepts immediately.

However, while flipping through the middle of the book, he suddenly found a small piece of paper tucked inside…

A scent of blood came from the note.

Colin pursed his lips, used his peripheral vision to check his surroundings, and after confirming no one was paying attention, he picked up a ballpoint pen and, under the pretense of writing, opened the note that smelled of blood.

On it, in writing as small as a mosquito’s, was densely packed text.

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