Steel steam and flame

Afternoon classes continued, but morning classes were cancelled.

Dalton in the classroom office still felt waves of headaches. His regular lunch break for more than ten years was, as usual, completely broken by troubles.

Having already eaten a not-so-palatable lunch, Dalton sat on a chair and looked out the window, hoping to see the coniferous trees towering into the sky at this moment. But there was only a curtain of rain in sight, and where the coniferous trees were, not even their roots were left.

The broken glass was repaired by maintenance workers in the morning and replaced with new glass. However, the number is not one window, but four windows.

Those five bees are not all. Dalton doesn't understand why the strange bees appear or how they communicate with each other. The only thing he knew clearly was that after the five bees landed on the right hand of his student Kalia, within half a minute, another large number of similar bees swarmed over.

Still can't see clearly the flight trajectory, and can't capture their traces at all. The good news is that those bees looked strange, but so far they only broke four windows and caused no harm to the students.

Bad news, the classroom has become a temporary beehive, and student Kalia is that special queen bee. It is true that the other students were not attacked by the bees, but the hostility shown by the bees could indeed be felt by everyone after they had obvious intentions of approaching.

Kalia is still in the classroom, and the increasingly larger swarm of bees are quietly lying on her arms, shoulders, hair, etc., like the worker bees who have found the queen, showing their docile appearance. , waiting quietly for orders.

"The exterminator hasn't come yet?" Dalton took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose to relieve the accumulated pressure.

"On the way." Several other people in the office replied. I have gone to the classroom and looked at it, but no one has an answer. Maybe Kalia does have qualities that they don't know about, but it's not necessarily true. This is the conclusion they came to after a long discussion in the office.

But no one can tell what it is specially made for.

"Kalia is not a local, right?" the teacher of another subject said, "I remember when she was a child, her accent didn't match here. She is a very smart child, and she has been so smart since she was a child. She has been so smart in various subjects. They are all excellent, cheerful and sunny, and they continue to this day.”

"A very cute student who is very popular with other students, both boys and girls. Her mother has been to the school several times over the years and is also a gentle and kind person."

"Remember that Kalia's father passed away?" A teacher was not very sure and said with doubts, "He moved here from another area and then settled down. I remember that among Kalia's classmates, It has been said that her family is relatively wealthy, not one that lacks money."

"Ah,,, there is such a saying, and there is also a saying that Kalia is a descendant of which big family, and for some reasons, she was forced to come here. It happened a few years ago, and no one talks about it anymore But Kalia is indeed a very polite student, probably inherited from her mother. Her mother is a very polite person."

People in the office chatted one after another, but it didn't make Dalton less stressed.

Dalton himself didn't know where his pressure came from. He just felt that he had never experienced such tremendous pressure. He rubbed the bridge of his nose vigorously, but he could not get any short-term relief. He sighed several times but did not relax. The words of several other teachers also made him recall something——

Kalia, a student, has indeed looked different since entering this school. He remembered that when he first met Kalia, she was not so cheerful and sunny. Instead, she was filled with a melancholic temperament, and there was not much brilliance in her eyes.

Those eyes are always looking for something, and Dalton knows exactly what that gaze represents, just like when he looks out the window, he unconsciously looks at the coniferous trees that are no longer there.

It was only after a year or two that Kalia gradually changed. I don’t know if she has really changed, or if she has gradually become more sensible, Kalia has hidden everything. In short, from then on, Kalia became a popular and beloved student among teachers and classmates.

"It has a past that is unknown to others." Dalton judged this. But he had no way of knowing what the unknown past was, and he thought it might be something dangerous.

There was still a long lunch break, and Dalton always wanted to take a rest, but he still couldn't close his eyes well. When the afternoon classes were about to begin, he saw two limousines driving into the school outside the window.

"Is the bee exterminator here?" Dalton, who was not very sure, took a few more glances. Seeing that the bell was about to ring, he could only rush to the classroom and start his own teaching time in the afternoon. However, when the class was over, when he passed by Kalia's classroom, he saw that Kalia was no longer there, and the bees were also gone.

"Really the person who kills bees?" Without any doubt, Dalton went straight back to the office, but there were several strangers in the office, and each one of them looked extremely healthy. Although their bodies looked like most people's, and some of them were even obviously thin, he had an illusion that he couldn't describe--these people seemed extremely scary.

"Mr. Dalton, I have something to ask." As soon as he sat down at his desk, a strange man came over with a kind smile and a magnetic voice, "It's about the student Miss Kalia. ,,,”

At about the same time, in the area near the central sea current zone of the Far Sea Commonwealth, the third general Kamias was lying comfortably on a big bed in a hotel, his mental perception spread out, and he felt the world around him. Limit changes.

At this time, he opened his eyes, raised his head slightly, and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window, just at the moment when a bee hit hard.

"Boom!" His body also produced an uncontrollable reaction because of the sound.

"The original blood is almost the same as this body..." The third general felt strange, but more interested. The bee that hit the window immediately stopped where it was. The third general Kamias got up, went to the window, opened a small hole, took the bee into his hand, and looked at it carefully. , smiled and said, "It seems to be a very interesting gadget."

"Are you looking for something? Or is it the result of self-evolution? A bee sucked the blood of this body and became what it is now?"