Not to mention an hour, it's only been a few minutes since I woke up and now I'm exhausted. There is obviously something wrong with the time displayed on the phone.
Signaling his roommate to be quiet, Tang Xinjue counted in a low voice:
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5..."
In the fifth second, the time jumps to 9:01. After another five seconds, the screen changed to 9:02.
Both Zheng and Guo held their breath and their pupils contracted. What's the situation
"It can be seen from this," Tang Xinjue put down the phone, and concluded: "The flow of time in the test is about 12 times faster than the real time."
From 8:00 am to 8:00 pm, on the surface it is 12 hours, but in fact, there is only one hour for them to act!
—To be more precise, if the 5 minutes just now are removed, there are only 55 minutes left now.
In this little time, even if they can search the dormitory all over the carpet, they may not be able to figure out what Xiaohong wants, not to mention that Zhang You is missing and his life and death are uncertain, and there are only three people left.
Guo Guo's expression collapsed: "This game is too boring!! So what can we do now?"
"You can't be blind like a headless chicken. It's like doing a question. You must first figure out the logic and entry point of the question."
Tang Xinjue calmed down instead. She took out a piece of paper and wrote down two words: Xiaohong, dormitory.
Xiaohong and the dormitory are connected by a line, "From the title, Xiaohong is a member of our dormitory. Here are her lost items and her desk. When night falls, she will walk around in the dormitory. "
Guo Guo shuddered, and listened carefully with his neck shrunk.
Tang Xinjue drew a circle online: "In this case, Xiaohong will definitely leave traces of her life in the dormitory. It may be daily necessities, or other clues. Finding these things can further decipher Xiaohong's identity information."
In the test questions and prompts, words such as "Xiaohong has a boyfriend" and "Xiaohong loves to be clean" are mentioned. If Xiaohong's information is not important, these reminders will not be given.
The initial action was determined, and the three of them set off immediately.
Because everyone knows their own things best, the three first searched their own beds, desks, wardrobes and wash areas. Once they found something they had never seen before, it was probably related to "Little Red".
"Be careful when looking for it."
Tang Xinjue lowered her eyes, "After all, Xiaohong doesn't like her desk being messed up."
Zheng Wanqing readily responded and continued to move quickly, but Guo Guo was stunned for a moment, as if realizing something, pursed her lips with a pale face, and carefully moved to her position to check.
For a while, there were only the sounds of tables and chairs being moved and rummaged through. After about five minutes, Guo Guo suddenly heard a suppressed exclamation: "I have an extra notebook here!"
Guo Guo tremblingly pointed at the small bookshelf next to his desk. On it was a dark red notebook with half of the cover exposed. Apparently Guo Guo was too scared to take it out when he found it, and only pulled out half of it.
Tang Xinjue came over to take it out. When her skin touched the cover, she could feel the abnormally low temperature on it. It reminded her of the white monster last night, which was also cold and cold... Is this the commonality of ghosts in games
Turning over the inner pages, on the first page is a crooked matchstick figure, wearing a skirt, with long hair hanging down to his thighs, with obvious features.
"It looks like Xiaohong herself."
Tang Xinjue turned to the second page, and there were a few lines scrawled on it.
[9.01 I'm so nervous about going on a date, what if (crossed out) I don't like it? My roommate advised me to get ready, oh, they are so sweet, my roommate is the best roommate in the whole world. ]
next page.
[9.02 The cosmetics I bought online that cost me everything arrived, I didn’t know how to use them, so I could only sit in front of the mirror and cry, but my roommate stayed away from me and came to help me with my makeup. Did they do it on purpose? You must be trying to make me look ugly, look at my jokes! Disgusting bitch! I'm going to punish them...]
Go to the next page.
[9.03 Well, they have already paid the price, so forgive them for now. ]
[By the way, I'm going on a date with (crossed out) tonight, so I need to get ready. My roommates said they would help me remember things, and if I lost them, I would just ask them. Oh, they are so considerate. My roommates are the best roommates in the world. ]
... After reading the last sentence, several people complained in their hearts: I believe you are a ghost.
Oh, no, this one really seems to be a ghost.
Turning back, the following pages are blank, and the recording is interrupted here.
The air was silent for two seconds, and Guo Guo suddenly asked in a low voice, "Us, what date is it today?"
"September 4th."
"... Isn't that today?"
According to the time in the diary, Xiaohong will write a new diary today. Combining the records on September 2, it is not difficult to infer that if Tang Xinjue and the others fail to find what Xiaohong lost, they will be punished like those roommates who didn't make up for her before.
What is the content of the punishment? No one knows.
Putting the notebook back to its original place, Tang Xinjue glanced at the time, it passed at 12 times speed, and it was already 11:00 noon.
Zheng Wanqing's stomach grunted, followed by Guo Guo, both of them looked embarrassed, and looked at Tang Xinjue in bewilderment.
Tang Xinjue pressed on the lower abdomen: "I also feel very hungry, as if it has been a long time."
If it was just a few hours of adventure last night and not eating in the morning, they could still bear it, but no one can bear it after several meals in a row. Tang Xinjue said without hesitation, "Let's eat first."
Zheng Wanqing gritted her teeth, "Eat first, I can still last..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw Tang Xinjue's body sway, and hurriedly rushed over to help her on the chair, "Are you okay!"
Tang Xinjue looked so thin that she was very malnourished, but now her face was pale, as if it could be dissipated by the wind, extremely weak. She raised her eyelids and comforted her softly: "It's okay, I'm just a little hypoglycemic, and I fainted just now."
Zheng Wanqing didn't listen to it at all, hurriedly carried all the snacks on her table, unpacked the bag and fed the bread to Tang Xinjue's mouth, "Guo Guo, why are you standing there, hurry up and get the water, no Are you almost dizzy looking at the heart formula?"
"I'm really fine, just eat something, don't worry about me..."
Facing Zheng Wanqing's completely disbelieving gaze, Tang Xinjue sighed helplessly, knowing that what he said was in vain. After all, with her feeble appearance, her words are really not convincing.
Besides, she really didn't feel very good just now. Check [Body Information] and see that there is another negative attribute above:
[Excessive hunger, health value -3]
Zheng Wanqing and Guo Guo also lost 5 and 7 health points. Guo Guo's health bar dropped directly below the yellow line, changing from [Health] to [Minor Injury].
Guo Guo wanted to cry but had no tears, "Why did my blood drop so fast! Is there anyone here to care about me!"
After struggling for a long time, Tang Xinjue, who looked the weakest, was actually the least damaged. After swallowing two butter buns, and resting for less than a minute, he shook his head and stood up, "I'm done, let's continue first."
In case the other two didn't believe it, she opened [Identity Information] and stretched forward, the hunger state had disappeared, and even the San value effect had been restored, and the health bar was directly full to 100%.
The two who are still struggling with the negative state: "... ???"
Guo Guo: "Shen Jue, your appearance and physical fitness are definitely growing according to an inverse proportional function, right? Good guy, Lin Daiyu's upside-down weeping willow is written based on you, right?"
"Have you ever seen Lin Daiyu holding the toilet?" Tang Xinjue smiled, clapped her hands and went back to the closet.
Two double-door wardrobes are listed at the entrance of the bedroom door, and the doors are marked with numbers 1 to 4. Perhaps in order to save the cramped length and space of the dormitory, the wardrobe is designed to be narrow and deep. It is dark inside at a glance, and you need to stick your head in to see the inside clearly.
I didn't think there was anything before, but I didn't realize until now that these deep corners all reveal a dangerous atmosphere that is enough to brew a horror movie. Tang Xinjue frowned, temporarily suppressed his thoughts, and focused on searching.
A few seconds later, she suddenly had a thought, and followed her intuition to look towards the right corner of the cabinet.
Although she hadn't seen it yet, the sudden strong premonition told her that there was a high probability that there was something there.
Suppressing my palpitations, I rummaged through my clothes a few times, and I found a cold, hard metal object. When I pulled out my hand, there was already a mobile phone in my palm.
"What is this, a mobile phone?"
"You are stupid, this phone is not hers in Xin Jue's closet, it must be that little, little red's! It's just...why does it look so retro?"
The two hurried over holding the half-eaten bread, staring wide-eyed.
It's no wonder that Zheng Wanqing couldn't recognize it. The pink flip phone with rhinestones on it was designed many years ago in style and size, giving it a strong sense of time. If it is not really usable after opening, it looks like a toy.
Tang Xinjue was thoughtful: "It seems that our roommate, Xiaohong, started school a little early."
Just like the mobile phones without lock screens in that era, the mobile phone interface lights up as soon as the cover is opened. There are no programs in it, only basic functions such as phone calls, text messages, and cameras.
"There is no network signal, but there is a communication signal."
Open the address book, there are only four contacts in it, the mobile phone number is displayed as a mess of characters, and only the notes can barely be read.
Black characters on a white background, with four notes arranged in sequence: "Dear, best friend Xiaolu, counselor, supermarket owner."
Tang Xinjue read the notes one by one, raised her eyebrows, and before she could say anything, the thing in her hand suddenly vibrated.
"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding—"
On the screen of the mobile phone, an unfamiliar call reminder appeared.
"Foggrass, a call from a ghost?" Guo Guo pulled Zheng Wanqing and hid, as if being overly frightened had become a conditioned reflex, his eyes were full of fear, "You won't answer it, will you?"
At this moment, a hundred ways to die, headed by the midnight bell, have emerged in her mind. But Tang Xinjue lowered his eyes to think for two seconds, and clicked to answer.
"Beep-beep-"
"Hey, hello, can you hear me?"
Accompanied by gasping for breath, a familiar anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.