After a sound dream, Sun Guojing opened his eyes.
He stared at the snow-white latticed ceiling, and his heart was empty.
The numbness brought about by alcohol, mixed with the memory of finding a way out last night, made him float contentedly and peacefully.
What really awakened his mind was a long wine burp.
Sun Guojing suddenly rolled over and sat up, puffing out his cheeks, looking around for the trash can.
But the deserted scene around him caused all the filth that was almost pouring into his throat to flow back, congested below his throat and above his stomach.
Stomach juices scorched his esophagus.
But Sun Guojing's body was like falling into an ice cave.
… where did everyone go
Resisting the discomfort of his hangover, he stumbled towards the only exit.
The door is an old fashioned door lock.
There is no simple lock button that can be locked with one twist, and it can only be locked from the inside or the outside by the key.
Sun Guojing pressed his hand on the door panel and paused before he dared to slowly push down—
— Click.
The door lock made a choking sound.
The locking tongue firmly bites the locking pin and does not move.
… the door is locked.
But Sun Guojing didn't seem to be able to see it.
He gritted his back molars and twisted the doorknob frantically.
Crazy twisting turned into shaking.
The shaking turned into a desperate crash.
He slammed his shoulders again and again, and the white ash at the junction of the door shaft and the wall shook to the ground, his shoulders, and his hair.
But the door in front of me was very solid.
The bull-like Sun Guojing finally stopped when his shoulder was hit and numb.
As if he had lost his soul, he circled around in a trapped beast in the lecture hall.
As soon as he looked up, he even had the illusion that his shadow was still hitting the door.
Is the escape method that you came up with together yesterday just a fantasy of your own
Did he come to 403 on his own initiative, or was he imprisoned here permanently by that force
Hu Li and Zuo Jiaming, who disappeared one after another, were they also trapped somewhere like this
... Sun Guojing has been confused.
With the turbulent and collapsed thinking, the san value plummeted.
4.
35.
19.
08…
he's running away...
Yes, get out of here.
As long as he escapes from here, he can't care about anything else...
Must escape, now, now!
The row of windows appeared in Sun Guojing's bloodshot sight.
-get away! !
Before judging the danger, Sun Guojing's body was already in extreme panic and acted ahead of his thoughts.
He hurried towards the window, and with the force of hitting the door, he rushed towards the window like a mad cow.
He forgot one thing.
Glass is much more fragile than doors.
With the sound of glass breaking, Sun Guojing's world was turned upside down in an instant.
He was shrouded in sunlight.
He saw a crowd of people walking and laughing in the distance.
He saw the ownerless bird's nest hanging on the half-yellow treetop by the window.
Then he was pulled by gravity, and his upper body leaned out of the window sill and fell straight down.
At the moment of weightlessness and seeing the approaching ground, Sun Guojing actually came to his senses.
what am i doing
I-
At the same moment when the thought of "I'm finished" came up, his downward momentum actually stopped.
—His coat, which happened to hang on the window button.
Sun Guojing maintained a downward leaning posture, staring directly at the hard gray-white concrete floor.
No, no, no, no, no!
If he falls like this, he will really die!
Sun Guojing had almost imagined the way his brain and the gray-white ground merged into one.
The instinct to survive made him even more confused and wanted to go back.
But shifting the center of gravity is not that simple.
In the blink of an eye, most of Sun Guojing's body was hanging outside the window sill.
The only thing holding him back was a smooth, semi-circular lock that wasn't enough to provide an effective rescue.
However, Sun Guojing just hung on it less closely.
He could even easily disengage from it with just a twist of his body.
Sun Guojing's waist was already out of the window, unable to hang in the air to exert force, only the whole calf was still hanging upside down, hanging in the 403 classroom.
He waved his hands to support the outer wall, but he leaned only slightly before he heard the screeching of the coat sliding sharply on the hook of his life.
Sun Guojing didn't dare to move any more.
In his ears, his cry echoed in the slightly empty campus in the early morning.
However, the morning runners in the distance could not hear him.
The cleaners who were cleaning the fallen leaves a hundred meters away couldn't hear him either.
Sun Guojing is still alive, but it seems that he has lost his connection with this world in advance.
Sun Guojing's face was flushed red from being held upside down, his trachea seemed to have narrowed, and he could only exhale a high-pitched airflow.
He had hallucinations again.
There is the nagging sound when he was in trouble when he was a child and his mother took him to the door to apologize.
There is a dollar a popsicle taste in the mouth.
There was a lot of noise around when He Luo Ge and Qi Tianyun were squatting in the corner of the food stall, punching and blowing water.
and-
It was too late for him to look back.
Because the feeling of complete weightlessness struck again.
… His body and window pin, unhooked.
He closed his eyes and waited for the fate of his head torn apart.
However, one second passed, two seconds passed.
The pain has not arrived yet, but in hindsight, he realized the feeling of being down-to-earth.
… The weightlessness just now came from the rear.
He was grabbed by the collar of his clothes and pulled back from the line of life and death.
…
Nan Zhou looked at Sun Guojing, who was dragged up by himself, but his eyes were empty.
"Wake up." Nan Zhou shook him, "Wake up."
Seeing that Sun Guojing had no response, he raised his slap, and at the same time politely glanced at Luo Ge and Qi Tianyun, who had followed him and were shocked, and asked for advice.
The two brothers are going crazy.
If it wasn't for Nan Zhou, who completely woke up from his sleep after walking for a while, started to order people, and recalled the specific number of people who entered 403 yesterday, they would have completely forgotten Sun Guojing in 403.
They didn't know what Nan Zhou's glance meant, so they just begged Nan Zhou to save him quickly.
Nan Zhou made a "hmm", and after meditating twice to pay attention to his control, he slapped Sun Guojing's face with a slap.
Luo Ge and Qi Tianyun were stunned by the movement of this slap: "..."
Sun Guojing's face took the lead, his head and neck were slapped and twisted 90 degrees, and there was a clear snapping sound from his neck bones.
Nan Zhou was silently startled, and out of the mentality of making up for a dead sheep, he immediately straightened his head and quietly probed his breath.
… fortunately, alive.
Sun Guojing had no idea what was going on.
The moment he slapped his face, the kaleidoscope-like illusion in front of him instantly extinguished the light,
… commonly known as "black eyes".
When the powerless fell to the side, Sun Guojing's brain was buzzing, as if a hornet's nest had exploded in his head.
After a long time, the empty world in front of him slowly took on color.
This slap also played a role in turning the tide. Shengsheng dropped Sun Guojing to 01, and the san value, which could be reset to zero at any time, fanned back to 05.
When Sun Guojing was 80 or so awake, Nan Zhou had already moved his hands behind his back.
One of Sun Guojing's eyes was swollen high, and he struggled to open it for a long time, but still to no avail.
He stared at Nanzhou, the closest to him, in a trance.
Nan Zhou coughed, "You're awake."
Sun Guojing wanted to speak, but his cheeks were swollen and numb, and he spoke as if a big chestnut had been forced into a squirrel's crop: "I..."
Nan Zhou took his words: "You are alive."
Jiang Fang couldn't help laughing when he saw Nan Zhou's slightly guilty appearance.
Nan Zhou looked back at him.
Jiang Fang immediately made a zipper action with the corners of his mouth upturned.
After the disaster, Sun Guojing had no time to pay attention to his face.
He weakly said: "Why are you still coming back to find me..."
Nan Zhou turned his head and said, "I found out that there are fewer people, so I came back."
Sun Guojing said with a cry: "Am I not dead?"
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
Sun Guojing has not completely disappeared.
Just like Hu Li, according to him, he saw himself standing beside Sun Guojing's bed after hearing the sixth rustling.
He let out a piercing scream, but the scream was swallowed up by the air.
He seemed to be in a vacuum.
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nbsp; Later, Hu Li forcibly woke up the others through violent body movements, and he still had a conversation and dialogue with them.
That is, after hearing the sixth rustling, the person does not die.
It's just that the sense of existence will be further diluted, and the medium of external communication will be blocked for the most part.
Sun Guojing twitched his lips: "Then can you see me now?"
Nan Zhou: "I can still see it."
However, Sun Guojing's eyes were still red, and he froze in place, looking at Nan Zhou suspiciously.
Nan Zhou stretched out a finger and patted him lightly on the shoulder.
With this finger, the psychological sandcastle of Sun Guojing, a 1.8-meter-strong man, collapsed and collapsed across the board.
Sun Guojing hugged him and started crying like a child.
Nan Zhou was caught off guard, and instinctively wanted to hug his neck and throw him over his shoulder, but after realizing that he was not malicious, he calmed down.
With his hands behind his back, he lowered his head quietly, his hair curled slightly on one side and fell on Sun Guojing's shoulder.
He was thinking why.
Where is the problem.
Walking into the sunshine with the help of the brothers again, Sun Guojing's hands and feet were still there, and his heart was cold.
Sun Guojing's spirit suffered a great blow.
But others weren't much better.
What happened to Sun Guojing brought them a dangerous signal:
Their inferences went wrong again.
But the spirit of Nanzhou remained stable.
Because he was firmly convinced of one thing: what they encountered could not be an unsolvable copy.
Moreover, he did not think that the direction of their thinking last night was wrong.
Ghosts have no solution in terms of lethality, action, and insubstantiality, so they must have solutions in other areas.
Even including the copy solution proposed by Qi Tianyun last night, Nan Zhou thought it was reasonable.
They may just be one step wrong.
Just find out what's wrong with this step...
On the other side, Qi Tianyun and Luo Ge were already one on the other, tying their wrists to Sun Guojing's.
When he was tied by the rope, Sun Guojing tried to struggle away: "Don't. It's too dangerous."
Luo Ge comforted him and said: "Old Sun, you want to open up. It's just that we can't see you. Even if you disappear completely, as long as you follow the rope, we will know that you are still there."
Most people have a better mind than usual when it comes to life and death problems.
Sun Guojing is no exception.
He smiled wryly: "When that time comes, you will completely forget about me, and you will feel that this rope is cumbersome."
He added: "Besides, in case I'm towed away, it's not worth it. It's cheap."
Luo Ge dumbly said "ah": "... Not so. Maybe, this copy is purely to scare people. Maybe that ghost has no ability to kill at all, and will only make people invisible. We are just watching I don't see you, just stay up until the end of the copy..."
"Is it possible?" Sun Guojing was unusually sober, "If so, why is the dungeon's clearance requirement that we don't 'die' or 'go crazy'?"
"To put it bluntly... or the player will die."
"I've heard the sixth. I feel like I'm almost there."
"Every three times the rustling goes by, the ghost will get big... I think I'm halfway there. Maybe, three more times, I'm really done."
"As long as my customs clearance requirements can't be met, I can't do without this copy..."
"I'd rather die completely than stay here forever, living like dying..."
As he said that, Sun Guojing opened his reddish eyes and looked at the two brothers who had passed away.
He whispered, "When I hear two more beeps, kill me."
Qi Tianyun was silent for a long time, tightened the bandage on his hand, and made a deadlock.
He said: "At that time, before we can untie it, we will die together."
Luo Ge quickly wiped his nose and coaxed from the side: "Fuck you. Who was the fastest runner when he faced Nan Zhou? Lao Qi, you are as good as a ghost... "
Qi Tianyun lowered his head in embarrassment.
But his words were firm: "No matter what."
"Not at all."
…
Today is Saturday, and at eight in the morning, the campus has not yet fully woken up.
The door of a certain dormitory in the sports department was lightly chiseled from the outside, polite and regular.
A boy with messy hair like a chicken coop pulled open the door with a flip-flop.
After opening the door, he saw a handsome little white face.
Xiaobai wore black-rimmed glasses, and the words "good student" were written between his eyebrows.
He gently pushed the mirror frame: "Is this Chang Shanhe's dormitory?"
The boy who opened the door had a hoarse voice that was still awake, and shouted at the dark dormitory behind him: "Mountain Cannon! Someone is looking for it!"
…
Chang Shanhe yawned, and while opening the door of the sports warehouse with the key, he asked the person behind him who claimed to be a new member of the sports department of the student union: "Is there really a basket of basketballs?"
Xie Xiangyu pointed to the whiteboard next to the warehouse door with the name "Chang Shanhe" written in oily pen: "No more. You cleaned up the warehouse yesterday, and Coach Dou asked me to find you."
While Chang Shanhe muttered "Shouldn't", the door of the sports warehouse creaked open.
A faint smell of rubber came over him.
Chang Shanhe walked in: "I really lost my props, why didn't Coach Dou call me..."
Xie Xiangyu followed in: "I don't know. If you can't find it anyway, you have to take responsibility."
Chang Shanhe scolded inwardly, the students in the student council are really fucking good at showing off.
A brat who he could squeeze half-dead with one hand dared to cluck in front of him.
Chang Shanhe, who murmured, walked around a layer of thick cushions about the height of a person, and stopped.
He turned around: "Isn't this three baskets of basketball, where is it less-"
He couldn't say even half a word again.
Xie Xiangyu was holding a pen-like object roughly the size of a circle with an index finger and a thumb.
Now, the cap of the pen has been removed.
There is a percussion-type iron bomb installed inside.
As soon as the end is pressed, an iron pestle with a thickness similar to the tip of an oily pen will pop out at the speed of a marble.
The cartilage between Chang Shanhe's throat was smashed to pieces by the iron pestle that suddenly touched his throat.
Xie Xiangyu gave a "huh" and praised to himself: "It's easy to use."
Homemade gadgets, quite a bit of work.
Fortunately, the effect is outstanding.
Xie Xiangyu tugged at Chang Shanhe's hair, patted him on the back soothingly during his non-stop twitching, and shoved behind the cushion.
His tower-like body staggered two steps and fell face down, covered by a mountain of soft cushions.
He was very satisfied with the effects of the weapons tested on the NPC.
Xie Xiangyu is ready to leave.
But he saw a shadow standing behind the door of the sports warehouse, blocking the only way for him to leave.
At the same time, the thin sound of "rustling" resonated in his ears again.
For Xie Xiangyu, this is the sixth time.
He saw the shadow in front of him, twisted to the ground on all fours.
He also saw the shadow on four feet and rushed towards him with the ground.
But he always put his hands in his trouser pockets and smiled.
When the twisted monster rushed in front of him, Xie Xiangyu raised his foot and stepped on it accurately.
He smashed a cloud of air.
"Hello."
Xie Xiangyu stood in the empty warehouse with a smile.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Now that he has waited, he can finally do what he wants to do.
He walked out of the sports warehouse, locked it properly, and smoothed out all the wrinkles on his clothes.
No one knew he had been to the sports warehouse.
To be precise, even those who could witness him leaving the sports warehouse now turn a blind eye to his presence.
Xie Xiangyu walked briskly towards his real destination.
Turning lightly from the American girl who swiped the card into the apartment, Xie Xiangyu broke into the foreign student dormitory without any hindrance.
Playing with the props he carefully designed with one hand, he stepped into the management office of the foreign student dormitory like no one else.
The manager is a foreign woman with a big wave, reading a magazine and drinking coffee.
When Xie Xiangyu passed by her, he silently put his hand on his temple, and slightly playfully tapped his toes, as a greeting to her.
Behind the woman, Xie Xiangyu dignifiedly and recklessly searched every drawer, every corner.
He hummed a cheerful tune: “WeWishYouAMerryChristas…”
He had no fear of being discovered.
Because this is impossible.
The music ended when he found what he wanted.
He took out a stack of room cards from the drawer.
The name is written on the card.
Real name: Lodoca Montoroka.
Chinese name: Jiang Fang.
He took out the gift he wanted and hid it in his palm.
When he walked out of the administrator's dormitory lightly, the administrator on the swivel chair just turned around.
The situation in front of her made her wonder for a moment:
Just now... Did you open the drawer yourself? :,