After a while, there were only nine "students" left in the classroom.
The content of the course is very ordinary high school mathematics content, which makes people sleepy.
Yue Wenxing saw that Yan Mingguang and the others did not move. He was already weak because of the arrangement of the ghost trick, and he listened to Teacher Wang's unwavering lecture voice, and leaned back in his chair to rest after a while.
One of the dead last night was Gao Ming's upper bunk. Gao Ming had been exhausted all night, and now he couldn't stand it anymore. He opened his eyes and closed them.
Then there was Lin Zhen who lay down on the table to sleep unscrupulously. He was not even afraid that there would be some death trigger, and he heard a slight snoring sound after lying down for a while.
Everyone who is still awake: "..."
Yan Wei listened carefully to Teacher Wang's lecture the whole time.
There is no difference between the teaching method and the ordinary high school teaching method. After talking about the knowledge points for a while, Teacher Wang will call a student to answer the question. The students whose names are called are all those who are sitting in this classroom today. Even if some people have left, Teacher Wang will still call that person’s name, wait for a while, and continue the next lecture after there is no response .
During this period, Mr. Wang even called a player present.
The player nervously stood up and answered the question seriously. Although the answer was wrong, after finishing speaking, Teacher Wang just asked the player to sit down and continue the lecture.
After the math class, a Chinese teacher came.
It's the same situation again.
The sun moved slowly from the distant eastern mountain, gradually rising, the angle of the light widened little by little, and the morning had passed. There have been three classes in the classroom, and three teachers have been changed, and it is now the fourth class.
Not long after the bell rang for the fourth class, a player stood up abruptly, said "bah", and said to his teammate on the other end of the communication prop: "I think you are worrying unnecessarily, the whole morning has passed, the class There is no clue as to its content.”
"..."
"Really, don't you believe my perception? I listened carefully to the content of the course. There is no problem. The class should be the process."
"..."
"Okay, don't waste time here. Are you in the infirmary? Then I will go to the toilet first, and then go to the infirmary to meet you."
Yan Wei was listening to the class while flipping through all the notes. The player from the other organization walked out of the classroom quickly after finishing speaking.
He went out and turned to the bathroom. First, he carefully observed the situation in the bathroom of the teaching building. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he walked into the cubicle.
The bathroom is at the corner of the teaching building, so there is no vertical sunlight, and the windows for ventilation are small, so the light is 70% off. The compartment was even darker and gloomy, the dilapidated flushing pipes were slightly yellowed, and there were still many traces of red chalk painting on the walls, which seemed to be unclear bloodstains in the obscurity.
As soon as the man unbuttoned his belt, he heard a misty and cool shrill cry from his ear.
"Look down..."
"Look down..."
"Hurry up and bow your head..."
He stopped suddenly, his whole body was tense, and he didn't move.
Anyway, he was a player on the 18th floor, he didn't panic, and he didn't look down—what if it was triggered by death? He hurriedly held his belt in one hand, took out a piece of chalk from the storage column of the information panel, and wrote "Don't Bow Your Head" on the door panel in front of him, to alert the players behind and prevent other players organized by them from being recruited.
After finishing writing, he hurriedly pulled up his belt again, raised his eyes—
The player's movements froze suddenly.
Above the toilet cubicle, in the space between the ceiling and the door panel, a head slowly poked out.
His pupils shrank.
—Why did the sound make him bow his head, but when he looked up, he saw a ghost
The pale face was facing him, the all-white pupils stared blankly ahead, and the corners of the blood-stained mouth curled up bit by bit, showing him a stiff smile.
Blood dripped from the thing's mouth and onto his hair.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Yan Wei was in the classroom, and vaguely heard screams coming from afar.
His eyes dimmed—another dead one.
Although there are many people coming in this dungeon, the speed of death is also very fast. This group of players still has a lot of high-quality players who come here for legendary items. It is conceivable that before their group came in, the death rate of this 19th-floor mobile book.
The pressure of the death of the players one by one is pressing on the players who are still alive little by little. The campus looks peaceful and peaceful during the day, but the nerves of the players are tense inch by inch.
Yan Wei frowned slightly.
Why on earth are these ghosts in the first place? Is there really nothing wrong with the routine of high school every morning? Where are the legendary props, and does it have any effect on this dungeon
Just as he was thinking about it, the teacher on the podium took out a folder and walked off the podium, saying: "Today's class is coming to an end. This is an in-class test. Students can leave after handing in the papers. I hope everyone will answer the questions seriously, Our high school is a key high school, and there should be no students with poor grades."
The teacher put down the test papers on one table after another, and when he passed by Yan Wei, Yan Wei raised his head.
The moment he looked at the teacher, the npc's normal face suddenly flickered, and a pale grimace flashed past. Yan Wei flickered, and his eyes returned to normal again.
But he knew it wasn't an illusion.
what happened? The teacher is also a ghost? No, no, if the teacher is a ghost, then there are so many teachers who come to the class according to the procedure but none of the teachers kill people by hand, which is not reasonable.
And before, it was clear that as long as the ghost was drawn out, it would be killed instantly. But he had just seen the grimace, and apart from a moment of "scaring", it had no effect at all.
This flashing grimace seemed to be a prank.
Yan Wei looked at the examination paper in front of him, and then at the teacher who had walked back to the podium without any abnormalities, and his mind was full of thoughts. With the continuous strengthening of perception, the increasingly clear memory flashed in front of him, he closed his eyes slightly, and quickly flipped through the screen after entering the dungeon.
——"Chenxi High School has experienced student deaths in recent years, and the death conditions of the students are also strange. In order to supplement the number of dead students, Chenxi High School had to continue to recruit new students, but there were still students who died suddenly, and even teachers who were killed and frightened crazy. "
— "Our high school is a key high school, and there should be no students with poor grades."
— "How many times have I said it, as long as you are a student of Chenxi High School, you may die at any time, everyone pay attention to safety."
His thoughts finally converged into these few words, the seemingly insignificant and obvious hints from Lou and npc intertwined, Yan Wei blinked, his pale brown eyes were as bright as stars.
From the very beginning, Lou spoke differently to teachers and students. If the teacher and the students are in the same situation, there is no need for Lou to distinguish the two, just say that everyone in Chenxi High School will die suddenly. But Lou said that the students would die suddenly, and the teachers would also be scared crazy when they were killed. some teachers.
Only students will be selected by the sudden death method, and Chenxi High School should not have students with poor grades.
—Then what would happen if he was not a student of Chenxi High School
Moreover, just now because of this grimace, he began to think about the difference between teachers and students. The grimace that appeared on the teacher's face actually helped him instead of killing him. Why
At this time, Yue Wenxing had already woken up because of the action of distributing the test papers. He patted Yan Wei and said angrily, "Hey, what happened just now?"
Yan Wei withdrew his mind, his eyes flickered, and he said timidly: "It seems that someone screamed again just now..."
"What is this?" Yue Wenxing glanced at him contemptuously, "Isn't it normal for people to die in this place? By the way, what is this test paper?"
"It's nothing, it's just the process of class, you can leave after handing in the papers."
Yue Wenxing nodded, wrote a name on the test paper and then left it alone. He took out the walkie-talkie, exchanged a few words with Li Qing on the other end of the walkie-talkie, and said to Yan Wei: "Brother Li and the others are investigating in the laboratory building, let's go to the laboratory building to find them."
"Oh, alright."
Yan Wei nodded obediently on the surface, and also scribbled on the exam paper, and secretly said to Yan Mingguang and the others through his skills: [The exam paper should be random, it is impossible for something to happen if you don’t pass the exam, otherwise you skip class every day to find someone Veteran players of Clue have long had problems. Exam papers don't matter, what is useful here is the information behind it. I just thought that it might not be a registered student of Chenxi High School, but a way to avoid death, but if you leave directly, you will be obliterated by the rules, and there may be other clues here.]
[Ah, I'm so sleepy, class is finally over,] Lin Zhen stretched his waist, [What information did you find again. I find it so cool to act with you, I don't have to look for clues, I just need to wait until I can beat people and fight.]
[I'm going back with Yue Wenxing to find Li Qing, and get some clues from our errand boy,] Yan Wei ignored Lin Zhen's nonsense at all, and has already followed Yue Wenxing, and at the same time with Yan Mingguang and the others Said, [I trouble you to search for clues before you investigate in the afternoon. The scream just now seems to belong to the player who left our classroom just now. Zhou Tian should be able to get his location data based on the sound. Go and take a look. We better not miss any death scene, death represents information.]
Yan Mingguang raised his eyes to look at Yan Wei's back, his pure black pupils seemed to be unable to see the bottom, and he said: [Okay.]He paused, and then added: [Be careful, call me anytime.]
Lin Zhen paused, his dark red pupils turned, and his expression was dissatisfied: [Hey, I said little pet, I just said that you don’t need to look for clues, you have to look for it, why do you contradict me every day—]
The sensory connection is severed.
"..." Lin Zhen said "cut", "He will disconnect from the Internet as soon as he is mentioned, which is boring."
Yu Feizhou couldn't laugh or cry, stepped forward and pulled Lin Zhen up from his seat: "Let's go, Yan Wei is still very reliable in this regard."
Yan Mingguang got up, and said calmly: "Hurry up, we have to keep a distance of three hundred meters from Yan Wei." That is the skill range of the burst of perception.
When he was with Yan Wei, he was always aloof and indifferent as if hiding behind Yan Wei. But once separated from Yan Wei, this person's indifferent gaze can make people's hearts tremble, and they dare not refute subconsciously.
Even Lin Zhen subconsciously put away his sloppy attitude and followed.
Yan Wei followed Yue Wenxing out of the teaching building.
Chenxi High School is neither big nor small. It has almost all internal organs and all facilities. Although there were many hundreds of students including NPCs, some of them died at this moment, and they were scattered again. There were no dense figures in the entire academy.
Along the way, Yan Wei saw players from several organizations. The dungeon has just started, and there are quite a lot of clues and props that can be found. Everyone scattered their actions and maintained a short-term peace.
Not long after, he and Yue Wenxing joined Li Qing.
Yue Wenxing didn't mention anything about the fact that he had rested for the whole morning, and said to Li Qing nonchalantly: "Brother Li, are you overestimating them? I had a class there all morning, and I really thought I was here to study... I think Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao were too stupid to die at their hands, and these people are nothing to be afraid of."
Li Qing frowned: "Didn't do anything? Could it be that we really overestimated Yan?... Forget it, anyway, they are all dead tonight."
Yan Wei, who was hiding behind the Yuemang people, counted the time, thinking that Yan Mingguang and the others should have almost finished their investigation, so he extended his perception and contacted Yan Mingguang.
[Teacher Yan, what's the matter? What's the situation with that player?]
Yan Mingguang was standing in front of the toilet cubicle where the dead man died.
[Gao Ming will tell you.]
At the door of the bathroom, Lin Zhenzheng was holding a longbow in one hand, the bowstring was fully drawn, ready to deal with emergencies at any time. Yu Feizhou and Yan Mingguang stood guard on the left and right of the cubicle, while Gao Ming and Zhou Tian observed the death scene together.
After Zhou Tian reported some location data and fall angle of the player when he died, Gao Ming, who is a forensic doctor, became more dignified.
His tone was very hesitant: [Yan Wei, this player died while going to the bathroom in the toilet cubicle, and he didn't even have time to pull up his belt. The words "Don't bow your head" are written on the door of the toilet cubicle. Judging from the traces and height, it should be written by this player. But according to the data Zhou Tian told me, and his current posture...he...he died with his head up, and something pinched his neck from behind and died.]
Yan Wei's expression changed.
[You mean, the dead player said not to bow his head, but he raised his head when he died?]
[Yes, this is very strange. He should be trying to warn others like this, but he himself died when he raised his head...]
[How does he know "don't bow your head"?]Yan Wei raised his eyebrows, [From what you said, there should be some death trigger in the bathroom cubicle, which has something to do with lowering your head and raising your head. But how did he feel "don't bow your head"? Is there something that keeps him from looking down? He listened, so he died when he looked up? That's not right. When I first entered the dungeon, I had the impression that this person was an organized 18th-level player, and he wouldn't make such low-level mistakes.]
[That…]
[There is another possibility.]
Since it wasn't something that made the player not to bow his head, it was the opposite - there was something that made the player bow his head, and he naturally didn't believe it.
But he didn't believe it, and died when he looked up.
In other words, if he believed the prompt to bow his head, he would not die.
Yan Wei put one hand into his pocket, fumbled for the swallow coin lightly with his fingertips, thoughts flashed in his mind.
As "students" of Chenxi High School, it is almost difficult to escape when the death condition is triggered, just like the player who died eating biscuits on the first day, Nie Liang who drowned, the player whose head was cut off by an electric fan, and this bathroom cubicle The player with a broken neck... The ghosts are merciless.
But there are also some things that run counter to wanting to kill people-the grimace that flashed on the teacher's face that almost gave him a hint, and the player who died in the toilet doesn't know where he heard it information about heads down.
— an inescapable death on the one hand, and hints of near-help on the other.
From an angle that Li Qing and the others couldn't see, Yan Wei slowly raised his eyes, his light brown eyes contained warm and cold emotions like a snow scene in spring.
He slowly raised the corners of his mouth.
[I think I kind of figured it out,] he said, [Remember our first dungeon? There are two bosses, one in the light and one in the dark. It seems that the painter is the scariest boss, but in fact there is a doctor who designs everything in the dark. There is also a copy of Ankang Ancient Town that I lived with Yan Mingguang, Lin Zhenyu and Feizhou. The witch seems to be the clue of the ladder, but in fact Hu Ayun is the root cause. The superficial horror conceals the actual truth, and Lou's dungeon has become a common trick... I suspect that this mobile copy of the dead schoolhouse...]
[There are also two bosses?]
[In addition to the boss, there is another one who may not be too hostile to the player—ghost.]