Nan Zhou and the others decided to go to the No. 18 teaching building to have a look.
Even if Nan Zhou knew, that person would probably leave once he sensed their movement.
Sure enough, when they arrived at the camping club, all they saw was the vice president who silently cleaned up after sending out the materials.
Seeing three unfamiliar faces at the door, the vice president straightened up: "Classmate, who are you looking for?"
Nan Zhou and the vice president looked at each other for a moment, and then their sight fell on the monocular that was placed on the windowsill.
After observing, he said to the two behind him: "...not him."
Not that feeling.
Jiang Fang believed his judgment.
He crossed Nan Zhou's shoulder, intending to explain their purpose to the confused vice president for Nan Zhou.
His accent was adjusted to the blunt Chinese with a hint of vodka: "Hello, my name is лодка · монтолока (Lodoka Montoroka), I am an international student. My friend wants to take me to the school. ... I heard this is a camping club?"
Seeing the appearances of Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang one after another, the vice president was shocked a lot, and he was stunned for a while: "Oh. We haven't recruited new people yet..."
But he immediately regretted it and wanted to bite his tongue.
He quickly pulled out the brochures that were piled up to the point of falling ashes on one side of the file shelf.
The camping club has always been unpopular and has insufficient funds. If they can pull such two golden signs into the club, plus Xiao Xie, they will worry about not being able to recruit beautiful school girls next year
When Jiang Fang smiled, he glanced at the photos of members' activities posted on the wall from the corner of his eyes.
"We almost went the wrong way just now." Jiang Fang said, "I happened to meet a person coming from this direction. I asked him where the camping club was, and he pointed us in another direction. We made a big circle. , just found it here."
The vice president was lured by his gaze, and naturally gave the answer Jiang Fang wanted: "Is it Xiao Xie? The one who looks good? He is a bit weird and likes to play pranks. I'm sorry, you guys. Don't take it to heart."
Under the instructions of the vice president, Jiang Fang easily found a handsome young man with the most outstanding appearance from the photo wall.
He said gently: "Yes, it's him."
He turned his head and gave Nan Zhou a look.
The seventh teammate we never met, probably found.
Nan Zhou nodded knowingly and folded his arms, but his eyes did not stay on the photo for too long, but drifted to the open stairwell about twenty meters away.
Li Yinhang, who was following behind him, followed his focused gaze: "Is there anything there?"
Nan Zhou was silent for a long time.
Li Yinhang's voice traveled along the air all the way to the direction of the stairwell.
At the corner, Xie Xiangyu stood there with a relaxed posture, and even did not forget to play with a krona coin with a strange pattern on his fingertips.
With the back of his hand up, the coin swirls smoothly between his fingertips, shimmering shimmer after shimmer of pale silver on the freshly painted armrest.
All it takes is a miss, dropping the coin, and he will immediately reveal his position.
Fortunately, he didn't.
The half-krona in his hand was still flipping from his tail to his thumb, and back again, without interruption.
He said to himself into the air, "I guess you know I'm here."
"But... will you come?"
After a while, he heard Nan Zhou's answer: "No, nothing."
The coin flipped between his fingers was taken into the palm of Xie Xiangyu's palm.
… Coincidentally, he felt the same way.
Now is not the best time for them to meet.
The corner of Xie Xiangyu's mouth twitched upwards, turned around, walked downstairs slowly and silently, and disappeared at the corner of the stairs.
There, Jiang Fang also ended his communication with the vice president smoothly and decently, and walked back to Nan Zhou.
Li Yinhang asked: "Are we going to find this Xie Xiangyu next?"
Nan Zhou said, "No need."
Jiang Fang also said, "Let's go back to the dormitory."
Li Yinhang: "... ah?"
She thought it was important to find teammates...
But thinking of this, she also suddenly became enlightened.
Yeah, the copy didn't ask them to socialize and make friends.
Their mission is to survive, against the entire dungeon.
Against such a background, it doesn't seem to make much sense for them to win over a single roommate.
They left Building 18 and walked all the way to Jiang Fang's dormitory.
Jiang Fang proposed another idea: "Is it possible that this Xie Xiangyu was also attracted by your broadcast content and went to the radio station?"
... and then witnessed the scene of the black eat black robbery.
Li Yinhang was stunned.
That makes more sense.
He found that the other two groups of teammates were not fuel-efficient lamps, and he was alone, worried that the props would be robbed, so he simply got up and observed secretly.
While they were talking, they returned to the foreign student dormitory, swiped their cards to enter, and took the elevator all the way to the 6th floor.
Jiang Fang's room is at the end of the corridor on the 6th floor, next to a beautiful and huge floor-to-ceiling window.
Nan Zhou said: "We don't have to go to him specially. If he has any needs, he will find..."
Seeing them standing in front of the closed single-person dormitory, Jiang Fang took out the key marked with the room number, and Nan Zhou, who was still talking about Xie Xiangyu just now, suddenly froze.
"-etc."
Li Yinhang stood on the spot when he heard the words, and the hand that was about to touch the doorknob also retracted at the speed of light.
She watched the situation around her vigilantly.
"I have 1 point in theft value." Nan Zhou said solemnly, "I'll unlock the lock."
Li Yinhang: "…"
Then, he took out the small piece of wire from his pocket, tapped it lightly against the keyhole, put it on the ear, and picked up a few times with his fingertips, when he heard a slight click from the lock tongue.
The door opened.
Jiang Fang stood aside, smiling and applauding him.
Li Yinhang: "..." Is this okay too
Inspired by this, Li Yinhang borrowed Nanzhou's lock and practiced the new skill of unlocking.
Nan Zhou won the first battle and was greatly encouraged, and now he is concentrating on researching Jiang Fang's dormitory door lock.
If the ghost in the dungeon came to this dormitory now, and saw their current actions, it would be very confusing and fucked.
However, with the mechanical repetition of the action comes an increasing sense of anxiety.
They are clueless about everything.
"Hu Li", the only valid clue, was also tangled up in a mess.
Up to now, they have not been able to make any effective analysis of the danger of this dungeon, nor have they taken any countermeasures.
This is completely different from the copy of [Xiao Ming's Daily Life] that seeks the truth from trivial clues in a limited space.
This is a university covering an area of 35 square kilometers.
Covering a vast area, there are many voices.
Even if the seven of them are of one mind, it is impossible to search every corner of the school in five days.
If they can't find a breakthrough, they can only wait for the danger that is enough to cause death and madness to find them.
... Could it be that this task can only be filled by dead people
Such wisps of emotions troubled Li Yinhang, making it impossible for her to concentrate all her energy.
Soon after, she put the lock down and sighed in unbearable frustration.
But before she could let go, she heard Nan Zhou ask, "What is Xie Xiangyu's line?"
Jiang Fang looked away from the phone screen: "Finance."
As he said that, he looked at Nan Zhou and asked in a graceful manner, "Do you still need his mobile phone number?"
Nan Zhou: "This is not necessary."
After getting the information he wanted, he had the motivation to keep thinking.
I am an architecture department.
Jiang Fang is an international student at the School of Management.
Li Yinhang is from the Department of Statistics.
Xie Xiangyu is a Finance Department.
The three unlucky people, Sun Guojing, Luo Ge, and Qi Tianyun, most likely belonged to the same affiliation, because they met each other quickly in a completely unfamiliar environment.
In addition, there is the dead and unidentified Hu Li, as well as the unknown person who is completely foggy and left a message of death.
He turned to Li Yinhang again and asked an even stranger question: "We should know each other, right?"
Li Yinhang: "...otherwise?"
"I mean." Nan Zhou said, "What is the relationship between the 'Li Yinhang' you played and the 'Nan Zhou' I played?"
Li Yinhang was stunned for a moment, and then he was stunned.
After discovering that Li Yinhang was also aware of this, Nan Zhou said in a serious tone, "Before, we fell into a blind spot of thinking."
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r/gt;
They were originally teammates, and after being teleported to the strange and dangerous dungeon, not only did this relationship not change, but it was strengthened.
Because everyone is teammates, they tacitly agree that they should know each other.
Copies are also very cooperative, instilling and filling in these small cognitive details invisibly.
For example, the robbery trio is in the same department.
For example, Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang are a pair.
This greatly reduces the gap between the dungeon and reality, lowers the player's vigilance, and induces the player to naturally pay attention to other characters in the dungeon as an outsider.
How did Hu Li die? Who left the death message
… but forget that he is also one of the clues.
Jiang Fang held the phone firmly and took Nan Zhou's words: "Mr. Nan is right. I've been looking for the intersection between the seven of us, and just now, I finally got a glimpse."
"Check your chat records from seven days ago." Jiang Fang gave a clear time point, "Around October 21st."
October 21st…
Li Yinhang immediately started to search chat records by date.
Nan Zhou was clearly lying on her friend list.
But she was in a blind spot at the time, and she thought that "teammates" should be there for granted, and didn't think much about it.
While sweating coldly, he recalled the chat record, and after a few glances, Li Yinhang's expression was obviously delighted.
Found a breakthrough!
In the dungeon setting, she and Nan Zhou are classmates in high school and have a good relationship.
"The night before the 21st..." Li Yinhang said, "The mid-term test has just ended. I asked him to go out to play board games on the night of the 21st."
Nan Zhou nodded: "Then I asked her if she could bring her family."
Jiang Fang shook his phone: "Then the family members came."
The clues between the three of them were successfully hooked up.
Jiang Fang is an international student and has few contacts on his mobile phone. Although he made a little Chinese boyfriend in the settings, he did not succeed in breaking into Nanzhou's social circle, and he had few friends.
Nan Zhou was invited by Li Yinhang, and because he brought a boyfriend, he did not invite a third person.
So, going back this way, who invited Li Yinhang
After the idea is clear, everything should have become smooth.
However, Li Yinhang rummaged through the social software on his mobile phone, and used various keywords such as "board games", "party", "games" to search, but could not find any relevant records near the 21st.
When she invited Nan Zhou, she only mentioned in a general way, "My friends have set up a board game bureau, so I can't come."
When the doubts in Li Yinhang's heart gathered more and more...
"Is there such a possibility?" Nan Zhou asked, "The person who invited you is Hu Li."
Li Yinhang's heart trembled and subconsciously denied: "I don't have him in my contacts."
"What about the person who left the recording of the death?"
"We don't know what his name is..." Li Yinhang endured the shudder from the goose bumps on his arms, "I didn't find any evidence that anyone invited me..."
But this game is obviously not from the "Li Yinhang" group.
So what is this...
When Nan Zhou was quietly contemplating the door lock and Li Yinhang was tangled in the phone, Jiang Fang gently raised the phone.
"Actually, I made another attempt."
…
Seven hours after they entered the dungeon, the night completely came.
The hungry robbery trio returned to the dormitory dejected.
They also thought of taking the only name mentioned in the recording, "Hu Li", as a breakthrough.
As a result, after a long time, the old man in charge of the archives refused to let them in.
As the saying goes, trees will go straight if they are not repaired, and people will chirp if they do not repair them, but the three of them just suffered a big loss at Nanzhou today, and they didn’t want to make too much trouble and alarm the school, so they could only put away the The old man stinks at the thought of beating.
They went to buy a thermos, and after the old man got off work, the sound of breaking the glass in the archives was covered by the cover of the night and the crisp sound of breaking the thermos.
The three of them were scolding their mothers in the leaking archives, and they checked the old and bulky computer for a long time.
The result is grassy.
Among the students, there is no one named Hu Li.
Busy for a long time, busy and lonely.
The three tired and exhausted returned to the bedroom, took a shower, and went to bed separately.
The first night is important.
This dungeon is a risk of death, but it is not the way to live.
So they planned to take turns to keep vigils.
Moreover, they all felt that even if the ghost wanted to rush to the performance, he must kill someone tonight, and the probability of spreading to each of them was one in seven.
If the ghost is looking for it, it should also go to the single player, or the woman. It is best to kill Nan Zhou in one go.
It's not very likely that they would come to find three of their masculine men.
From 10:30 to 1:00, it is Luoge vigil; from 1:30 to 3:30, it is Sun Guojing; from 3:30 to 6:00, it is Qi Tianyun.
Luo Ge was a little apprehensive, so he talked more than usual.
Sitting in the upper bunk, he shook his legs while leaning over to look at Sun Guojing, who was in the lower bunk, and said, "Old Sun, don't dig your ears. You pan for gold."
Sun Guojing made a gesture and flicked what he had cut out in his direction: "I'm buzzing in my ears."
He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't ask me to meet that surname Nan again!"
In the roar of scolding, the lights in the bedroom went out.
The school was afraid that the boys in the sports department would jump up and down due to excess energy. It stipulated that at 10:30, all the dormitories of the sports department would be locked and closed on time.
Lying in the dark, Sun Guojing felt very cold, grabbed the upper edge of the quilt with both hands, tried his best to reduce every gap, and wrapped himself tightly.
But that doesn't provide any warmth either.
Like lying in a coffin.
The quilt is firm and firm.
Limbs stiff, hands and feet numb.
Even the air he exhaled was icy cold.
Sun Guojing couldn't stand the cold, he scolded tremblingly, put his foot out of the bed, kicked the heating pipe not far from his feet, and shivered from the ice.
… the school has not started heating yet.
What the hell is this weather? !
Sun Guojing tried to wrap himself into an airtight cocoon.
Yet still failed.
After tossing and turning, he couldn't take it anymore, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Luo Ge? Dasha Luo? Are you cold?"
No one responded to him.
Fell asleep? !
Sun Guojing resisted the coldness, turned over, stepped on the edge of the lower bunk, glanced up, and whispered "fuck".
...Are you really asleep? !
Sun Guojing felt so cold that it was impossible for him to fall asleep, so he simply stared at Luo Ge, woke him up and took over when he woke up, and he could sleep through the rest of the night.
But when he sits back on the lower bunk...
The piercing moonlight that penetrated through the window shone on the tail of his quilt.
Sun Guojing clearly saw that there were a pair of sunken, slender footprints at the end of his quilt.
Sun Guojing's throat tightened, and his heart beat suddenly.
With courage, he pulled the quilt up and reached out to stroke it.
But the quilt is soft and snaps back quickly in a pull.
The footprints disappeared without a trace.
This did not delay Sun Guojing's scalp tingling.
He hurriedly covered himself with a quilt, and cursed several times in the dark.
The quilt feels at least closed, dry and safe.
However…
"sand-"
A noise, in this closed, dry and safe small space, is particularly clear.
"sand-"
It was as if someone was dragging his body and crawling slowly on his bed.
"sand-"
The blood of Sun Guojing's limbs and bones was frozen in the blood vessels.
Not tinnitus.
Not a hallucination.
it is true.
Because in addition to hearing this inorganic voice, he also smelled a strange smell.
It was a musty smell of a room that had been closed for a long time.
"sand-"
The rustling sound came from the depths of his quilt.
from his feet.
From... a place where he can see as long as he lowers his head now. :,