Yan Wei looked away from the teacher, tore off the note-taking paper in the notebook, picked up the pen, and started writing on a brand new page of draft paper.
He actually fell into the misunderstanding of this dungeon.
School, teacher, student. These three words appear together, and they are also required to come to the classroom every day for roll call, and return to the dormitory to sleep on time before dark every night. Everything is no different from the school that players see in the real world. While there is always death, it is somehow orderly.
It is precisely because of this that everyone's first reaction to the class is the content of the study and the results of the exam.
For the past two days, Yan Wei's thoughts have been trapped in it. He carefully took notes in every class, and he clearly remembered the questions asked by the npc teacher and the answers of the corresponding students who answered, but no matter what logic he started with, he couldn't find any clue.
Until that moment.
The thoughts that were suddenly pulled out continued to magnify in his mind, and he flicked the pen in his hand, drawing bit by bit while recalling.
Yan Wei drew a grid—a grid representing all the seats in this class. Afterwards, he closed his eyes slightly, and flashed through his mind one by one every fragment of the npc teacher's roll call during class.
Every time he thinks of a roll call, Yan Wei makes a mark on this grid.
The screen kept flashing until the last roll call just now.
Yan Wei opened his eyes again, the grid was already filled with strokes, almost every grid representing every seat had at least two or three strokes, indicating that the people in these seats had been called to answer questions at least two or three times in the past two days.
Yan Wei chuckled lightly.
Relying on his undead state today, he didn't even observe, so he got up and moved a few steps at will, walked to Yan Mingguang's seat in the front row and sat down. Unlike the few remaining players who were sitting upright, he raised his chair as soon as he sat down, leaning the back of the chair against the table in front of Yan Mingguang behind him.
He acted as if he purposely used the chair to disturb the front table of the back table after class, and it was not enough for the chair to lean against the back table, he had to knock a few times.
Yan Mingguang looked at the back of Yan Wei's head: "..."
Without looking back, Yan Wei raised the paper with the grid in his hand and said in a low voice, "Hey, Dead Ice Cube, this is the frequency of each seat being asked by the npc teacher. Did you find anything?"
Behind him, Yan Mingguang raised his hand, gently pushed Yan Wei's chair back, pressed it firmly, and said, "There are two seats that have never been called."
In the front row, Yan Wei looked at the podium and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "The first row of the fifth row, and the fourth row of the fourth row, these two seats have never been called, no matter who they are doing every day."
As he spoke, Yan Mingguang withdrew his hand that was pressing the back of the chair, and Yan Wei couldn't wait to tilt up the chair again, and lightly bumped the table in front of Yan Mingguang.
This time Yan Mingguang suddenly said, "Can you sit still?"
He deliberately lowered his voice, and his already cold tone was now a little darker, and he was actually quite angry.
Yan Wei was taken aback subconsciously, and through sensing the burst of skills, he said amusedly: [No, Mr. Ice Cube, haven't we already exchanged skill information? Today I am in an immortal state, so why worry about tilting my chair, you have never been so neurotic before.]
Yan Mingguang didn't answer him.
Yan Wei dug up the clue at this moment, didn't bother to pay attention to him, first put away the paper, then got up directly, walked to the fifth row and first row he pointed out and sat down.
In the class of Chenxi High School, the frequency of teachers asking questions is very high. Not long after, the npc teacher asked a question again.
Every time a question is asked, the teacher will first check to see if anyone has raised their hand to answer it, and if there is no one, then call the name. It's just that the student npcs hardly raised their hands, and almost all the players left. As for those who didn't leave, someone tried to raise their hands yesterday to see if there were any clues, but there was no difference, and no one raised their hands afterwards.
But Yan Wei immediately raised his hand as soon as he took the seat that had never been called by name.
The npc teacher glanced at the classroom, his eyes flicked over all the students, but he didn't pause for extra time on Yan Wei who was the only one who raised his hand.
The teacher said in a calm tone: "Okay, no students raised their hands, I will call students to answer questions. Please..."
The teacher reported a name, which is the same as the previous process.
But this time, Yan Wei obviously raised his hand, but the npc teacher didn't seem to see it. But before he himself tried to answer questions in class, the npc teacher called him at that time.
The only difference is the seats.
The seats in the first row of the fifth row and the fourth row of the fourth row seem to not exist at all. In the eyes of the teacher, they are seats that are ignored or even forgotten, or...
student!
Yan Wei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he curled his lips silently, exuding perception to connect Yan Mingguang and Gao Ming: [Gao Ming, your highest floor is less than five floors, we may not be able to save you in time if we encounter any accident here. You stay here first, don't act rashly, and come back when I tell you to gather.]
[Yan Mingguang, there are still a few classrooms left. We went to these rooms separately, sat in the fifth row, first row and fourth row, fourth row of each room, and raised our hands immediately when we had any questions. If the situation is the same in every classroom, it means that the numbers of these two seats or the students represented are important information, and if other classrooms are different, we may need to spend more time and disperse the staff. Use the fastest speed to record the seats ignored by npc in each classroom.]
The content of the class is not information, the quiz is just a blindfold, and the questions and answers are of no importance.
The information point brought by class is the seat.
It is the seat ignored by the teacher.
Yan Mingguang obviously understood Yan Wei's meaning immediately, the man got up and left without hesitation. Yan Wei also got up and went to another classroom.
Two more classes passed, and when the end of get out of class was approaching, everyone gathered in front of the teaching building.
In front of the teaching building, several npc teachers held the roster and a magnetic card and said: "Please stand in line, we will issue a school card according to each person's name. The school card can enter other places on campus that need to be swiped. For example, libraries and archives. Please wait in place after getting the school card, and disband after everyone gets it.”
This rule is obviously to prevent players from vying for the team's seat, get the school card in advance, and go to these places to find clues in advance.
In this way, after getting the school card, everyone has the same starting point for places like the library archives.
The players formed a long line in groups, and Yan Wei saw Li Qing leading people behind the line, and walked to the back of the Yuemang line in a swaggering manner.
Li Qing gave him a suspicious look, but finally said nothing - in this situation, Yue Mang has nothing to do with Yan Wei.
Not long after, Yan Mingguang led the other four into the queue, and Luo He was also in the queue. After all the players who were still alive lined up, the npc teachers began to distribute school cards.
Yan Wei spread out his perception.
[Hey, hey, everyone answered the phone.]Yan Wei took his school card with one hand, stuffed it into his pocket casually, and said, [Let me tell you about an important clue that I just discovered—during class, the teachers in each class will directly ignore the fifth row and the first column Yan Mingguang and I have tested the existence of the students in the fourth row and the fourth column. As long as we sit in these two seats, the teacher will not pay any attention at all, as if the students in this seat do not exist— Or rather not the same as their students.]
If the mutilated corpses in the dormitory building and the small room that Luo He said appeared only that night are a breakthrough, then the place where the two seats are combined and must be entered with a school card may be the second breakthrough. .
[Remember what I said before? The npc teacher here has repeatedly emphasized the identity of the students. I once guessed that not being a student of Chenxi High School may be a way to avoid the death trigger.]
At this time, the school card issued by the teacher has already been issued to the back of the line.
Yu Feizhou politely took the school card, said "Thank you" to the npc teacher, and asked through Yan Wei's perception connection: [But you also said before, this seems to be a paradox.]
They have already discussed this point while they have free time.
It seems that the identity of a student is very important, which is almost undisguised in the various rules and the words of the npc teacher, so it is reasonable to guess that if you are not a high school student, you can avoid this kind of death trigger that comes at any time.
However, every time this mobile book is opened, each player must register at the school gate, receive a school uniform, and be assigned a dormitory. Then every player will definitely be a student of Chenxi High School after the copy is opened.
So this is a paradox. After they enter the campus, they are students. How can they avoid the death trigger when they are not students on campus
[Yes, we discussed it,” Yan Wei said, [I thought this might be a trick, or I was thinking too much. But combined with these two seats that were completely ignored by the teacher, I think my previous conjecture was not wrong. The relationship between teachers and students is mutual, but what do you think is ignored and does not exist in the eyes of teachers?]
Zhou Tian suddenly realized: [If you're not a student, the teacher doesn't care!]
Yan Wei chuckled lightly: [Yes! These two fixed and ignored seats must have some connection with not being a student. As long as we can find out why these two seats are ignored by the teacher, we may be able to find another breakthrough!]
At the moment when Yan Wei finished guessing, all the students' school cards had been issued.
But after a while, the crowd in front of the teaching building suddenly dispersed, and everyone left quickly, holding the school card they just got to look for new clues. Some players were even stumbled when they passed the steps because they rushed too fast, and their death was actually triggered, and their heads were twisted off by the sudden ghost hand in an instant.
Such deaths have become commonplace in just a few days, and this person's companion didn't even panic too much, and immediately packed up his mood and ran away quickly.
After a while, only Yan Wei and others were left in front of the teaching building.
Yan Mingguang walked quickly to Yan Wei's side and supported him—the skill was used for too long just now, and Yan Wei even felt a little unsteady at this moment.
"Can your weak chicken's body index be enough?" Lin Zhen walked over with his arms folded, "According to what you just said, the archives must have the information we want, but they must have arrived first after our delay. Tsk, or else we'll throw you here and let's go first."
He said so, but his feet didn't move.
Yu Feizhou asked warmly: "Yan Wei, are you okay?"
Yan Wei shook his head: "There's no rush. Do you think you've reached the nineteenth floor, and it's still a silent mobile book, and the clues will be obtained just because you run fast?"
He smiled, without even realizing it, he leaned on Yan Mingguang's body to recover his strength very naturally.
"Wait a little longer, we are not the only ones who want to go to the archives."
Yan Wei rested for more than ten minutes before recovering.
After his physical strength recovered, the six of them hurried to the place where the archives room was located—the top floor of the office building.
But before they reached the top floor, they saw a few broken players guarding the stairs from a distance downstairs, and a group of people including Li Qing not far from the door of the archive room on the top floor.
Yan Wei and the others hid beside the stairs downstairs, Gao Ming asked in a low voice, "What should we do?"
Zhou Tian frowned: "According to my observation, there are three people guarding the stairs, at the door of the file room, Li Qing has five people in Neiyuemang, and there is a stalemate at the door with eight players from another organization Venus."
Lin Zhen: "Five vs. eight? Oh, seeing the number of people, it is impossible to negotiate. It seems that the three of Yuemang and Pojian have cooperated, so it is eight vs. eight, and the three of Pojian Let no one else come up first, Li Qing led Yuemang's people to negotiate with Qixingxing's people. Hey, little pet, how about a fight? I want to break off that stupid Li Qing's fingers one by one."
Yan Wei replied without hesitation: "Okay, you go, we will wait for you to come back."
"..." The corners of Lin Zhen's mouth twitched, "If I go alone, it's a pair of sixteen, do you think I'm stupid?"
"right."
Lin Zhen: "..."
Yan Mingguang just stood aside from the beginning to the end, leaning slightly against the wall, his eyes fell heavily on Yan Wei, and never left. It seems that the crisis and life and death in this dungeon have begun to become unimportant.
Yan Wei was so preoccupied with the clues on how to get the file room that he didn't notice Yan Mingguang's gaze.
He pondered for a moment, and his amber eyes gradually brightened like lights hidden in a starry night.
He suppressed his voice and said softly: "Negotiating... It means that they all want to monopolize the clues of the archive room, but no one can suppress the other. The combination of Broken Sickle and Moon Mang briefly reached a balance with the players of Venus, This is the reason for the current stalemate and negotiation posture."
Lin Zhen raised his eyebrows: "What are you holding back?"
Yan Wei raised his cheek: "Li Qing is hypocritical and selfish to save face. I am Yan and I used to get involved with Yuemang to play tricks on them. How high do you think it is possible for them to take the initiative to talk to Po Lian?"
Yan Mingguang said calmly, "Zero."
Yan Wei's smile became brighter and brighter, his eyes flashed a bit cunningly: "Now, do these three people with broken sickles still think that I am from Yuemang?"