Half Immortal

Chapter 75: Dead Schoolhouse (27)

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"Everyone go to bed first." Yan Wei said.

Zhou Tian and Gao Ming nodded and returned to their beds. Yu Feizhou was about to turn around when Yan Wei stopped him: "Wait a minute."

"Um?"

"I've already got three pieces of the moon. Others don't know, but you and Lin Zhen know." He smiled, his brows and eyes were full of casualness, as if he was saying something insignificant, "There were people before You can use props to send a sentence or two to the world inside the building. Now that everyone knows that there are mobile copies of legendary props, all major organizations should squeeze out some props that can communicate between the dungeon and the world inside the building no matter what? You came in on behalf of Xuanniao, it is impossible that there is no news now, right?"

Yu Feizhou was taken aback, then smiled, and was about to answer when Lin Zhen, who was lying on the bed beside him, suddenly said, "What are you asking him for? I am the person in charge of contacting. This kind of props for internal and external communication is very rare, and cannot Really communicate, send a sentence or two at most. We did bring one in, but, yo, you may not believe it, I didn’t say anything, and then, strangely, Xuanniao didn’t say a word Tell me."

Lin Zhen's volume was getting lower and lower, and the last sentence was no different from muttering to himself: "...that guy also said that Xuanniao is bound to get the legendary item, but now he feels that he is not worried at all, so what am I worried about? You Just take it and play."

Yan Wei heard it was funny, so he didn't say anything more, turned over and lay down on the bed, and kicked Yan Mingguang who was still sitting at the end of the bed.

The man's dark pupils were looking at him, his eyes were boundless.

Yan Wei suddenly remembered the dream before, and Yan Mingguang who was kissing him in the dream.

Is it a conjecture arising from the confusion of familiarity and confusion, or is it a fragment of the missing three years that was excavated and buried deep in my mind? But no matter which one it is, the information buried in it actually points to the same thing.

It's a pity that the memory of that dream was not deep. He only vaguely remembered the scene of Yan Mingguang bowing his head and kissing him, but he didn't remember what it felt like.

Yan Wei looked at Yan Mingguang who was kicked lightly by him.

Under the moonlight, the man's silver-white hair seemed to be soaked with a layer of coldness, which made the sharp-edged outline even more alienated and indifferent. But the silver-rimmed glasses concealed a little sharpness and sharpness, adding a bit of gentle temperament in the dark. And those eyes behind the glasses...

She just looked at him quietly, but intently.

It was a fascinating feeling, like the green pines that should have bloomed in spring standing in the cold snow that stretched for thousands of miles.

Yan Mingguang is indeed a person... He wants to get closer to see this person's expression or emotional changes. As early as in the dungeon of the Promenade Hotel, he cooperated with Yan Mingguang. Apart from believing in the strength of the other party, he also more or less carried out some research on this person himself.

Thinking of this, the image of Yan Mingguang kissing him in the bathroom appeared again in the dream. Yan Wei suddenly felt a little hot on his cheeks.

At the end of the bed, Yan Mingguang unobtrusively pulled the corner of the quilt for him, turned his head and planned to get up.

Yan Wei, who was lying down, suddenly sat up, raised his hand to hold Yan Mingguang's arm, and quickly moved to the man's shoulder, looking at Yan Mingguang's side face very close.

Yan Mingguang seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and turned his head to look at him rather puzzled.

"I..." Yan Wei swallowed, his heart started to twitch, and he moved forward again, almost reaching Yan Mingguang's ear before saying, "I just want to say goodnight to you."

The next moment, Yan Mingguang raised his hand and pressed his shoulders, and pressed his whole body to lie down without any refusal. This man is much stronger than him, but with just such a light press, Yan Wei cannot break free.

The other party's cold voice was low and restrained: "Lie down and sleep."

early morning.

When the sun cast the first ray of light, Yan Wei and the others got up quickly.

"Now that this racing mode is enabled, we can't take our time," Yan Wei put on his school uniform, walked to the sink and stroked his hair casually, "Zhou Tian, according to the two things we said yesterday, let's go to Let’s go to the archives and send you in to check the information, and we will do other things.”

Zhou Tian smiled, eyebrows slightly curved, and said, "Okay, I'm better at this."

Gao Ming poked his head out: "I'll go too, I'm just a low-level player now, I can't help you with anything, why don't you help you find files in the archives room."

Yan Wei nodded: "Okay, I'm sorry."

He raised his eyes, wanting to straighten his hair habitually, and when he saw the blank wall behind the sink, he remembered that there was no mirror in the dormitory of Chenxi High School.

He bulged his cheeks, turned around and bumped into Yan Mingguang who was walking.

Yan Mingguang raised his hand to support him, Yan Wei directly grabbed the opponent's arm with his backhand, raised his head slightly and moved closer.

"… what are you doing?"

"There's no mirror," Yan Wei blinked, "I'll take a picture with the reflection from your glasses."

Yan Mingguang's expression remained unchanged and he was speechless. As if he was really casual, he stared at Yan Mingguang's eyes for a while, then took a step back.

Not long after, everyone got ready, but Yan Wei didn't intend to act.

"Hey, little pet, didn't you just say you can't take it easy? Haven't we started yet?"

Yan Wei raised his eyebrows: "What are the rules of the racing mode?"

"Race with another player who has the same clues. The two parties cannot share any clues and progress, and cannot cooperate. Whoever breaks the game first wins. We are one of them... and then?"

Lin Zhen said, Yan Mingguang's expression remained unchanged, but Yu Feizhou and Zhou Tian's expressions suddenly darkened.

"We can't share any clues and progress, that is to say, we can't communicate with the other party about breaking the situation..." Yu Feizhou frowned, and his tone became more serious, "We have no way of knowing whether the other party's direction is right or not. of."

Yan nodded seriously.

"Why is it so just right? Not long after we got the key point of the punishment order, there was an extra player who got this information? There has never been any coincidence in the world in the dungeon."

He took out the coin in his pocket and tossed it casually in his hand, his thoughts flowed smoothly with the regular toss. He went on to say: "I guess, the other party is probably He Luo who directly exposed himself and came to the door. That is to say, the other party, like us, saw He Luo's backtracking illusion, and knew one-sided He Luo and Qian. Xuanxuan's past, and then the racing mode started."

"Don't you think the settlement method of this racing mode is not right? Winners get rewards, and losers seem to have no effect. Then if one party does nothing and waits for the other party to finish, they can also get guaranteed rewards How can there be such a good thing?"

Yan Mingguang: "Restrictions on clue sharing."

"Yes, the sharing of clues and progress between the two parties is restricted. This means that if we don't believe in He Luo, but they believe in He Luo and do exactly what He Luo said... then we are not actually racing against the players. , but racing against players who unconsciously help ghosts."

Gao Ming was puzzled: "In this case, wouldn't it be better to act as soon as possible? Why are we still staying in the dormitory?"

This time, without Yan Wei saying anything, Yu Feizhou understood. His gentle voice was full of worry: "Yan Wei means let us wait here to see if the other player will find it based on the traces of Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang's actions in the grove last night. Come to this dormitory? After we learned about the racing mode, our first reaction was to hurry up to resolve the disciplinary order and make up for the past, because we know that He Luo lied."

"But if we don't think that He Luo is lying and turns on the racing mode again, how will we react? We will only think that this is a contest of players' breaking speed. Everyone's direction is the same. Whoever is faster wins, then our first What I care most about at the moment is who the opponent is and how the opponent is progressing. So if someone from the other side comes to us in a while, instead of rushing to act immediately after waking up, it means-"

Yu Feizhou's voice stopped abruptly.

Before he finished his words, outside the door of dormitory 407, there was a person's footsteps getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of their door.

Yu Feizhou sighed.

Yan Wei's brows moved slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly. He said: "It seems that the other players who are racing against us... They care about the opponents in the racing mode, not the ghosts."

That means these people believed He Luo's words.

It means that they not only need to get the disciplinary order as soon as possible and make up for what happened that year, but also prevent the other party from helping the ghost without knowing it.

Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang, who understood instantly, walked slowly to the door and opened it.

Wu Hua's hand was resting on the doorknob, but unexpectedly the door was opened by someone inside, and his posture froze suddenly.

Lin Zhen turned his head and looked: "Hey, isn't this the grandson of Po Lian? Why are you here alone, and everyone else is rushing to catch up with the racing mode? This is too urgent, and reincarnation doesn't take such a rush Yes."

Wu Hua glanced at Lin Zhen, then looked at Yan Mingguang in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Yan, are you guys on the other side of the racing mode?"

Yan Mingguang did not speak.

"I found it based on the footprints you left in the grove yesterday. It seems that everyone knows that we are opponents in the racing mode." Wu Hua raised his chin slightly, and his tone was quite confident. I will try my best to break it. My companions are already looking for methods and clues. You and Pojian have no grievances. We, Pojian, are at the door of the archives. The people who are not strong enough deserve what they deserve. We will not be as casual as Yuemang It’s all your fault. Why don’t we have a discussion—break the scythe to break the situation, and wait for the dungeon to end to get rewards, how about it?”

Yan Mingguang lowered his eyes, but he didn't even look at the three players with broken sickles in front of him.

Yan Wei put his hands in his pockets, walked forward slowly, and said: "Isn't this a beautiful idea? But I have a more beautiful idea, why don't we change it, and you can eat and drink in the dormitory. How about we pass the level without injury after we break the game?"

Wu Hua's expression changed. He looked at Yan Wei, his eyes were a little surprised at first, and then he ignored it—Yan Wei was Yan, but the players in the world who watched the projection of the gambling house in the building knew better, and the players who were still alive in the dungeon No one else here knows.

"Why did you come back after taking refuge in Yuemang, Yan? Don't disturb me talking about business with Yan." Wu Hua sneered, "We negotiated with each other, could it be that you have the final say?"

Yan Wei raised his eyebrows and spread his hands.

Beside him, Yan Mingguang said calmly: "Yes, he has the final say."

Wu Hua was stunned for a moment, his face paled, and he looked at Yan Mingguang and said in a low voice: "I didn't come to conflict with you, I came to discuss with you sincerely. Facing players other than Yuemang, you shouldn't show any respect. huh? Every second counts now, yan—”

"Stop," Yan Wei interrupted him abruptly, "Since you're talking to me, look at me and say, okay?"

"Aren't you—"

Yan Mingguang said calmly again: "He is Yan, I am not."

After finishing speaking, Yan Mingguang walked out of the dormitory directly bypassing the man with broken sickle, copied his pocket with one hand, took out a cigarette with the other, and slowly leaned against the edge of the corridor. He looked not far away from the dormitory building, and he didn't give Wu Hua even a little of his gaze.

Wu Hua's eyes widened, obviously not reacting immediately. In his memory, Yan Wei is clearly a useless player who relied on Yan Mingguang to get all the way here. Why did Yan Mingguang call Yan Wei Yan in the blink of an eye

"... what yan?"

Yan Wei pouted.

He was waiting in the dormitory to see what was going on with the players on the other side. He didn't really intend to cooperate or chat with these people. Now that he has got the answer - people like Wu Hua must have believed He Luo, he no longer delays, just waved his hand: "Go."

Only the three of them remained in place and did not recover.

Walking out of the dormitory, Yan Wei walked briskly in the morning sun, with a husky voice: "If Wuhua gets the disciplinary order first, it is very likely that he will give it to He Luo directly. We must get the disciplinary order faster than them. According to the plan , Zhou Tian and Gao Ming went to the archives room, remember, I only need the files from the first year of high school three years ago, all the files related to Tang Yizhuo, He Luo, and Qian Xuanxuan, all files in any form, even if they are written I also have to dig out the waste paper with three names on it.”

Weekly Dessert Tip: "With exact classes and time frames, it's enough to dig out these one day."

Yan Wei continued: "As for the remaining four of us, we have to do one thing first before going to get the disciplinary order."

Lin Zhen paused: "What are you going to do again?"

Yan Wei took out the stack of student files from the file room from the black ring.

This contains all student profiles played by players.

He shook the file in his hand, chuckled, and said in a leisurely manner: "Racing mode rules-'From now on, if other players find relevant clues, they can only choose one of them to join'. Of course we are holding These death-free gold medals will isolate those poor little poor people of Broken Scythe."