The next day.

Rhinefield High School.

Rockefeller came to school as usual. This time he was wearing a black uniform, so he was not blocked by the club's guards, nor did he receive any strange looks from the classmates in the crowd.

"I heard that Vic and Colin were both found at home attempting suicide."

"Really or not, I remember they both looked cheerful. Why did they commit suicide?"

"I don't know, but it's okay that they didn't come to school. During the entire club experiment, they were the only ones who kept smiling. They were asked to wear black uniforms, but they didn't wear them."

Rockefeller listened to the two girls in black uniforms talking about their deeds as if nothing had happened, and couldn't help but feel a little chill in his heart. The Vic and Colin they mentioned were one of the people who were full of rejection of this experiment.

, and now that he heard that they attempted suicide, he couldn't help but think of the scene where he almost committed suicide by swallowing a gun last night.

If it weren't for Franklin...

Thinking of this, Rockefeller couldn't help but stretched out his hands and tightened his backpack that was placed in the bag slot of his desk.

This backpack contains the reagent that Franklin gave him. He will take time to go to the toilet to inject a dose of the reagent later. Then he will go to the designated location to pick up the flyers that have been prepared as the youth idol said, and start looking for them in the school.

One or more like-minded partners, he needs partners to accompany him in a play.

"Rockefeller, your uniform is washed."

Just as Rockefeller was thinking about the plan, a familiar voice came to his ears. He turned around and saw that it was Jesse. Before, he was blocked at the school gate without a uniform by Jesse and alerted the guards. Before he

In my impression, Jesse was a gentle and polite person before he participated in the social experiment.

It's hard to imagine that the person who used to pull his collar and roar at him has become so peaceful now, as if what happened before has never happened, he greets him passionately.

"Ah, yes, I have washed away the juice." Rockefeller replied with a smile on his face.

"This is the right thing to do. Mr. Hilton said that uniforms are a reflection of equality. As long as everyone wears the same clothes on the surface, then everyone is equal within the visible range. The so-called gap between rich and poor will be eliminated at once.

Eliminated." Jesse said to Rockefeller with admiration.

When Rockefeller heard Jesse's words, he only felt ridiculous.

As long as you don't look at it, does the gap not exist?

If you can even lie to yourself, then reality will become a ridiculous joke.

"Ahaha, you're right." Faced with Jesse's admiration for Mr. Hilton, Rockefeller could only say cooperatively.

【Ding Dong~】

The class bell rang, and the students quickly sat down in their respective seats. Their discipline was better than ever, because today was Mr. Hilton's class, and they maintained an unbridled morbid worship of Mr. Hilton.

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Not long after the bell rang, Mr. Hilton walked in.

Hilton has a slender figure and wears a straight formal suit. The details of the formal suit show his refinement and taste. He wears a pair of square glasses on his face. The glasses gently hold the bridge, full of an intellectual atmosphere.

Intellectual and thoughtful.

He nodded slightly towards the students present, and his brows revealed a somewhat gentle temperament, which made people feel that he was kind and warm.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Rockefeller felt that Mr. Hilton was full of surprise when he saw him, but this surprise only flashed across the other person's eyes. If he hadn't been paying attention to the other person's expression, otherwise he would have been surprised.

Absolutely no way of capturing the other person’s fleeting emotions.

In the classroom, Mr. Hilton began to lecture. During the teaching process, his speech was clear and his voice was gentle. He treated the students as if he were his own children, which made people feel cordial and trustworthy.

Even Rockefeller, who had always been absent-minded, couldn't help but fall into the rhythm of the other party's lecture. He had to admit that Mr. Hilton was a very good teacher and his classes were always impressive.

As get out of class was about to end, Teacher Hilton smiled at the students present and said:

"On April 3, I will hold a meeting in the school auditorium. This meeting is related to the future development direction of our club."

Hearing Mr. Hilton's words, the eyes of the students in the classroom became hot. They were full of love for the community created by the collective. The unconscious behavior of the group could so easily replace the interesting behavior of the individual. Rockefeller

I tremble deeply at this power.

When Mr. Hilton announced the end of get out of class and left here, Rockefeller refused Jesse's basketball invitation on the grounds of stomachache. He silently hid the syringe he had prepared, and then he went to the men's room alone and walked straight in. A toilet room.

Rockefeller looked around like a thief, and then slowly took out the disposable syringe from his pocket.

"Why do you act like you're on drugs?" Rockefeller muttered to himself.

Now this scene is really similar to the illegal behavior of social bad people. They sneak into the toilet, take out a syringe of unknown meaning, and then inject the contents of the syringe into the body. It looks like bad behavior no matter how you look at it.

"If this thing could be hallucinogenic, it would really look like it."

Rockefeller complained in his mind, then he rolled up the sleeve of his right hand and found the humeral vein on the inside of his upper arm. Then he inserted the needle of the syringe and slowly pushed the piston with his left thumb to drain the liquid from the syringe.

Inject it into your body.

The moment the liquid completely flowed into his body, Rockefeller's crow's mouth came true. This thing is really hallucinogenic.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Rockefeller felt that he had fallen into a dream world, in a bizarre and psychedelic scene.

His vision became distorted, and the surrounding environment was constantly changing, seemingly changing with his imagination. Red smoke surrounded him, and fluorescent green plants grew rapidly in front of him, as if they were telling him something.

His heart beat faster and faster, and an indescribable feeling of fear rose from the bottom of his heart, making him at a loss.

The hallucinations in front of him became more and more obvious, and seemed to be conveying some kind of message to Rockefeller. He tried to get out of this psychedelic scene, but his body could not move, and the whole world became distorted, making him feel extremely uneasy and frightened.

Didi didi~

When Rockefeller regained consciousness again, his mind was filled with chaos and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

"Although the reagent I gave you has been diluted to a standard that ordinary people can use in thaumaturgy, you'd better dilute it with water before using it, so that you won't be autistic by the memexin in it.

, this kind of thing is extremely poisonous to ordinary people."

Rockefeller's mind rang with the blond young man's previous reminder to him. This reminder really worked. Now Rockefeller is a little autistic. He stretched out his hand and said with puzzled eyes:

"Who am I and what is the purpose of my existence?"

A huge sense of absurdity filled his heart, but fortunately, this sense of absurdity went away as quickly as it came.

When the emptiness in Rockefeller's heart was completely gone, he slowly stood up from the toilet in fear.

"Memusu is really a scary thing."

According to the blond young man, he now has the ability to conceal his existence 24 hours a day, but this concealment does not allow him to do anything too outrageous in front of others.

But now is not the time to study what is considered too outrageous. Now he has to rush to get the things the blond young man tells him. He quickly recalled the four things the blond young man gave him in the back of his mind.

One, go to the abandoned warehouse and take out the 6,000 [Mimu Advertisement] leaflets and a pistol that the other party placed there.

Second, secretly announce the [Memu Advertisement] flyer, and do not cause any reaction from Mr. Hilton. Once the flyer is sent out, ignore it.

3. Find one or more like-minded partners

Fourth, on April 3, if Mr. Hilton is going to give a group speech, that is when he will use that gun.

"Let's do it, Rockefeller!"

The young Mr. Rockefeller silently cheered himself up in his heart, and then he went to the abandoned warehouse with all his energy. No accidents happened during the process. After all, Xia Xiu's [Weakened Presence] Mimusu had been cultivated to an extremely high level by him.

It’s so shocking that even a temporary version that has been diluted N times cannot be easily detected by ordinary people.

When Rockefeller easily got the two black suitcases, he still felt a little unsatisfied. This ability to act arbitrarily under the eyes of everyone is really great. If this ability falls into the hands of bad guys and unknown people,

In the hands of temperate people, I am afraid it will cause chaos.

After Rockefeller got the flyers, he took the flyers to the best place he had thought of for distribution - the student locker storage area.

In the student locker area, rows of neat student lockers are quietly placed here.

There are labels on the top of each cabinet, marked with the names of different students. There are various stickers on the door of each cabinet, including cute cartoon characters, cool fonts, and stars full of youthful atmosphere.

poster.

Rockefeller unconsciously stopped at a celebrity poster, because the star on the poster was none other than the blond young man who asked him to do things.

In this poster, the blond young man is wearing a black shirt. The shirt clings to his skin, highlighting his perfect figure. His contours are clear, the lines are smooth, and the facial features are deep and handsome, showing unparalleled beauty.

Golden eyes are clear and transparent.

I have to say that although this guy has a bit of a bad personality, he is really damn good-looking.

"Bah, what was I thinking? I have to keep working."

Rockefeller shook his head, and then he stuffed the leaflets he had prepared into the gaps in the student cabinets. Soon, he had distributed all the leaflets, and just as he was preparing

As he headed to the next area, he heard the scoldings of several boys and the extremely angry roar of a girl coming from the women's restroom.

"Following what others do without thinking and avoiding thinking - neither wanting to think nor having the ability to think is the root cause of the current major disaster in social research."

"Jackson, you know what you are doing now. You broke into the women's bathroom without permission and threatened your female classmates. You know how crazy you are now!"

Rockefeller silently walked into the women's restroom, and soon he saw several community guards wearing black uniforms with red shoulder cloths on their shoulders. They were surrounding a woman with straight features with fierce expressions.

In front of the students, the female student's dark pupils were filled with anger.

"Sophie, you are free to withdraw from the club, but if you spread the word in the school that is detrimental to the club and Hilton, we will not tolerate it." Jackson, a fanatical defender of the club, also glared at Sophie.

, he will never allow anyone to slander his "leader".

"Jackson, you are really crazy."
To be continued...