Chapter 1000...

  The first day was basically uneventful - of course, this was also the day when the nightmare began.

  Yin Kuang was indeed seriously injured, and if it were someone else, they would probably not be able to get out of bed for half a year or even a year. However, as a "high school student", under the blessings of the all-powerful principal, Yin Kuang recovered in just one afternoon and half an evening, and was jumping around without showing any signs of injury.

  To avoid unnecessary trouble, Yin Kuang did not go through the discharge procedures, but instead changed his clothes and slipped out of the hospital with Li Shuangmu and others.

  A group of 15 people, including Yin Kuang, Li Shuangmu, Wang Ning, Zeng Fei, Wei Ming, Bai Jue, Xiao Zhang, Tang Rouyu and her six sisters, as well as two others who had been helped by Yin Kuang and Li Shuangmu - a man named Zhang Yun and a woman, also known as the non-mainstream girl, Yao Yao.

  This visit to the sickbed, apart from doing some analysis that may or may not be useful, has allowed everyone to get a preliminary understanding of each other.

  Xiao Zhang, Zhang Yun, and Yao Yao specially thanked Yin Kuang. Xiao Zhang directly said "Thank you, I owe you a life." Zhang Yun expressed that he owed Yin Kuang a favor and would return double the academic points. As for the girl who liked to play with unconventional sex, she made Yin Kuang break out in cold sweat, saying "If you have physical needs, come find me!"

  "Alright, although this non-mainstream girl took off her makeup and nose ring and changed into a more normal outfit, she's still quite a beautiful young girl. However, the problem is that her non-mainstream attire really lacks love. Moreover, with the axe of execution hanging over their heads, who has the energy to think about those things? So, Yin Kuang simply threw two words at her: 'Not needed.'"

  A group of people had mostly seen the "Death God" series, and even if they hadn't, they knew about the Death God's terror through mutual conversations. Therefore, everyone didn't return to the "Arabian High School" (the school where their arranged identities were located), nor did they go find a hotel or inn, but instead spent half the night at Lincoln Plaza in the city.

  Yin Kuang leaned against a giant statue, his delicate face hidden in the shadows, his drooping hair almost covering half of his cheek. "Damn it... apart from the one chance given by the principal at the beginning, it's really hard to find another loophole for the Grim Reaper... and besides, the Grim Reaper's death design has a certain order. So, what is the order of our deaths? Or, are there no death orders for us outsiders?" His mind was full of questions, making Yin Kuang frown.

  Li Shuang sat down alone in a place, lit a cigarette and smoked silently. Every time he took a puff, the increasingly bright flame illuminated his handsome face, making it flush red, and also highlighted the deep worry on his face. It seemed that this man, who had always been exceptionally mature and stable, and never forgot to hide his true inner self, was also showing signs of turmoil in his well-tempered heart. This could be seen from the fact that he smoked more frequently. When a man is not in a good mood, he often chooses to light up a cigarette to relax.

  Qian Qian stood not far from him, pursing her lips and gazing at him silently, wanting to go over but not daring to, stomping her foot anxiously.

  Wang Ning, Wei Ming, Zeng Fei and Bai Jing were chatting together, talking about this and that. Wei Ming occasionally showed off his muscles and shared his experiences of working out, teaching everyone how to build a strong and toned physique. Zeng Fei started talking about guns and spouted out a bunch of data, but nobody could understand what he was saying. As for Bai Jing, who looked proper and well-dressed, unexpectedly turned out to be an otaku and a huge fan of Japanese action movies. He compared famous Japanese action movie stars, assigning numerical values to their "power", "defense" and "speed". He said: "Haha, I really want to take an exam in that kind of scenario. That would be so cool!"

  Everyone pointed at him and laughed: "So you're actually the real 'despicable' martial arts expert hiding among the people!"

  As for Wang Ning, there's nothing much to talk about, and he mostly just acts as an audience. From time to time, Wang Ning would turn his head and look in the direction where Yin Kuang was, and the smile on his face that didn't show any unusual expression would freeze for a moment. "For now... let this scene pass you by. Anyway, you still have some use value left. Next time..." Whenever he looked at Yin Kuang, Wang Ning would also look at Li Shuangmu, the enemy he recognized, and sneer coldly in his heart. "Li Shuangmu, I wonder how long you can hide."

  Xiao Zhang wandered around aimlessly, muttering to himself, occasionally glancing over at the location of Tang Rou Yu and her five sisters, looking rather distressed. Meanwhile, Zhang Yun was holding a crazy 4, hooking his head and cutting "fruit" with a sharp blade, the sound of which seemed extremely eerie. Yao Yao was alone, holding a mirror and shining a small flashlight on her heavily powdered face, seemingly very pleased with herself.

  The most harmonious atmosphere is the six sisters of Tang Yurou, chatting and laughing, from time to time, there are still giggles and laughter, I don't know if it's really a thick nerve or a good psychological quality, or maybe there is a Tang Yurou who is good at grasping the atmosphere.

  Time was slowly passing by. The clock finally stopped at 6:00 AM New York time.

  As the east rose with a fish-belly white, the orange-red sunrise gradually dyed the clouds at the edge of the sky red, and the egg-yolk-like sun climbed up to the low end of the distant high-rise buildings. Spreading light and warmth throughout the city, making the entire city seem as if it were shrouded in an orange-red and pale yellow halo.

  Gradually, the originally quiet and empty Lincoln Square also gradually became lively. More and more people gathered on the square.

  Wow!!

  The fountain sprays a high column of water, and the mist spreads out in the air above the square with the clear wind. Under the sunlight, a faintly visible beautiful rainbow is formed.

  Splash splash splash——

  A flock of pigeons landed on the square, enjoying the food given to them by an old American man. From time to time, a pigeon would lift its head, with two protruding eyes looking around, before lowering its head again to peck at the grains on the ground.

  These pigeons are so leisurely, but they scared the 1204 class of fifteen students to death. They all avoided those pigeons as if they were avoiding a plague god. Those who have seen the Death Note series know that these pigeons are also one of the tools for killing people. Xiao Zhang cursed and scolded, "These old guys really have nothing better to do, not staying at home waiting for death, but instead coming out to feed birds, aren't they afraid of being killed by these dead birds?"

  Suddenly, Xiao Zhang, who was scolding with his head turned back, didn't notice the puddle of water on the ground and stepped on it. His body tilted to one side, and he fell to the ground.

  "My goodness!!"

  Xiao Zhang was so frightened that he curled up into a ball and trembled with fear.

  He thought the god of death had come for him.

  Bai Lian kicked him angrily and scolded with a smile: "You don't respect the elderly, you deserve to be found by the God of Death. Don't you know to respect the old and love the young? I told you to accumulate more merits, maybe even the God of Death can't do anything to you."

  The anticipated series of clever coincidences did not occur, Xiao Zhang let out a heavy sigh and said: "Alas. Scared me to death. It's like this, even if we're not killed by the god of death, we'll eventually scare ourselves to death. It's really hopeless. We might as well just end it all with a swift slash of the neck!" Everyone could tell that he was just complaining.

  "Don't worry." Yin Kuang scooped up a handful of water to wash his face, rubbing it until it was bright red. "Before the funeral, the god of death won't come after you. He'll only come after me. If anyone is going to be targeted by the god of death first, it's probably me. However, it seems like the funeral is today (setting, couldn't find time information). So you still have a period of safety."

  "Really?" Xiao Zhang asked.

  "I'm guessing."

  "Uh." Xiao Zhang's expression on his face instantly froze.

  "Let's eat first. After that, we'll go to the cemetery." Li Xiangyu threw the cigarette butt on the ground and extinguished it with his foot, suggesting: "Then, let's follow those 'doomed people' and rescue them. How about that? By the way, what about Tang Zhao Tian and his gang?"

  Wang Ning said: "Yesterday after finishing the transcript at the police station, we went to the hospital to find Yin Kuang. But they didn't follow us. Are you worried about something?"

  Li Shuang shook her head and said, "No, I was just asking."

  Then, a group of 15 people found a Chinese restaurant and after eating their fill, they took a taxi to the cemetery.

  When the procession arrived at the cemetery, what they saw was just like in the original play. The company's bald boss stood on the podium and gave a eulogy, reminiscing about someone's smile, someone's contribution to the company, and finally even mentioned that acupuncture man Isaac, which elicited a few inappropriate laughs from the "lucky ones" below - perhaps, disrespecting the dead had become another reason for the god of death to kill them.

  In addition, Yin Kuang and others also saw Tang Zhao Tian and his gang, who were relaxed and pointing at this side, occasionally flashing a few smiles towards Yin Kuang, was that a greeting?

  "Look at this group of people, they're actually smiling and chatting," Wei Ming said with a puzzled face: "Could it be that they've thought of a way to deal with the Reaper? Has Tang's surname become clever?"

  Zhang Yun raised his head and put the AirPods in his pocket, "Really?"

  "I don't know," Wei Ming shrugged and said: "Maybe you can go ask him."

  Zhang Yun hesitated for a moment, looking at Yin Kuang and the others. The atmosphere on this side was clearly very dull. He then looked over at Tang Zhao Tian's side, where everyone had a relaxed and comfortable expression, as if they were on a tour or vacation. Comparing the two, Zhang Yun gritted his teeth and made a decision, saying: "Then I'll go ask them." After speaking, he ran over to that side.

  "Unbelievable? I was just kidding, but he actually went?" Wei Ming pointed at Zhang Yun's back, his face full of astonishment.

  He curled his lip and said, "This guy is obviously a fair-weather friend. What's past is past, anyway. It's best if he doesn't come back. Otherwise, I'll just get annoyed seeing him. He spends all day playing 'Fruit Ninja', who knows, maybe next time he'll be sliced by the Grim Reaper!"

  As it turned out, Zhang Yun was indeed left behind on the other side after he passed away.

  "This guy......" Wei Ming gritted his teeth in hatred, "An ungrateful thing like him deserves a good thrashing. Yin Kuang, when the time comes, make him pay you back triple the tuition!"

  "Whatever... Hey, look, the funeral is over." said Bai Jue, spitting out a wad of phlegm.

  Yin Kuang was taken aback and hastily looked around in all directions, unsure of what he was searching for.

  "Are you looking for Uncle Black?"

  Zeng Fei looked at Yin Kuang and asked unintentionally.

  "Uh-huh."

  It's not just Yin Kuang, Li Shuangmu and others are also looking for that black uncle.

  "But just then, a rough and slightly teasing voice sounded in everyone's ears, 'Are you looking for me?'"

  The crowd gasped in unison and turned their heads to look in a certain direction. There, standing tall was a black man in a black suit, bald-headed, with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slumped. A playful smile hung on his face. His eyes, which were fixed on Yin Kuang and the crowd, were filled with an unfathomable depth of meaning.

  A tall black man in a black suit, as if shrouded in thick black fog.

  No one noticed when the mysterious black uncle appeared behind everyone's back - in fact, they had looked back before, but hadn't seen anyone. But when they turned around, the black uncle seemed to have suddenly appeared behind everyone.

  The atmosphere froze in an instant.

  Only the black uncle's playful smile remained.

  "A group of young students from China." The black uncle's gaze swept across the crowd, and everyone who was swept by his gaze couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. Especially, his gaze lingered on Yin Kuang for more than a second before he said: "You shouldn't have come here, but you still appeared. You've broken the rules of the Death God, and...” His words trailed off as a sly smile spread across his face, then shook his head and said: "You're deceiving not just the Death God anymore..."

  Wei Ming said bluntly, "Black uncle, we need your help." He even directly called the black mortician "black", which is a very serious insult in the United States and could lead to accusations of racial discrimination.

  "It's all up to your own choices..." The black uncle looked at Wei Ming for a moment, not showing any dissatisfaction with his words, still with a calm demeanor, said: "Good luck to you, boy and girl from the mysterious East. Hopefully, we won't have to meet again..." After finishing speaking, he shook his body, whistled, and walked through the crowd towards the main characters in the distance.

  In the original movie, the scene where the black uncle pretends to be 13 appears again, leaving behind a sentence "Death God, doesn't like being deceived", and walks away as if taking a stroll, leaving the characters in the play confused.

  "What did he mean by that?" Wei Ming asked Yin Kuang, looking at him.

  Yin Kuang sighed and his face showed helplessness. He said, "I don't know either. But I can be sure that this black uncle must be extremely powerful!"

  "Powerful? Him? Okay, a mysterious dragon suit. How can I not see it?" Xiao Zhang pointed at the black uncle and said, "Unless he is the god of death, otherwise he is just a dragon suit."

  "No! Being strong doesn't just mean having great physical strength, but also wisdom... a certain... I don't know how to put it into words," Yin Kuang shook his head and said: "It's just a feeling. Never mind, it's not important now. The main characters have left, let's follow them. Now, the real danger is only just beginning."