"The murderer's back!" Cao Song, who had been held back a year, cried out when he saw Saeki. Yesterday, while playing basketball, he had seen Saeki stab another "Saeki" to death!
Blood had congealed on his outer coat, and Saeki looked completely deranged. He wore a hospital gown underneath a white lab coat, both doctor and patient.
He walked to his seat one step at a time and sat down, hanging his bloodstained schoolbag beside his desk. Instead of taking out a textbook, he placed a dripping knife on the desktop.
None of his classmates dared approach him. His deskmate, Xiong Ni, looked especially frightened.
Touching the tip of the knife, Saeki continued muttering to himself. "This is a large-scale experiment in learned helplessness. Pain and despair are beyond our control. We never know when they'll come. But if we stop resisting, then even if we get a chance to escape later, we'll miss it out of habit!"
"Saeki..." The corner of Qian Junran's eye twitched. Smelling the heavy stench of blood on Saeki, he covered his nose. "Are you okay?"
Slowly turning his head, Saeki glanced at Qian Junran, then looked at the numbers on the blackboard. "No, don't be afraid. This is the false consensus effect. There aren't really that many ghosts and monsters. You only feel surrounded by ghosts because you have ghosts in your own heart."
His classmates couldn't understand what Saeki was saying and thought he had gone mad. Wang Jie nudged Gao Ming and asked quietly, "Can you understand what Saeki's talking about?"
"I think Saeki's more clearheaded than most of our classmates. What he's saying seems to make some sense."
Wang Jie frowned slightly at Gao Ming's response. Of the only two doctors in their class, one had clearly gone mad, and the